C971 Like Going to Mourning
At this moment, the Wind Listening Pavilion that was right next to the Tingyu Pavilion was still brightly lit.
Mrs. Nian was standing in front of the window looking at the commotion happily. Hearing Fourth Master's angry voice punishing the servants, a trace of happiness flashed across her eyes.
Soon! That little bastard was going to die soon!
She wasn't just Mrs. Lee