"You rest a bit more, I've got something to do and need to head out first." Xie Yibin comfortingly patted Ding Meichen's back, then left the room.
Ding Meichen sat on the bed with her hair disheveled, her hands clawing at the blanket fiercely, her gentle face twisting into a grimace.
"Shen Zian, it's been twenty years, and you still won't stay buried. I've already sent your favorite nephew Shen Yu down to accompany you, and last year I sent your most prized disciple, Huo Dongfeng, down as well. How can you be so insatiable?"
That's right! Shen Yu may not have died at her hands, but he was led astray by her deliberate misguidance from a young age. Before Shen Zian's death, Shen Yu was undoubtedly a five-good youth—obedient, docile, sensible, and upright. In terms of both breadth of mind and demeanor, he was top-notch.
Shen Yu idolized Shen Zian and never showed a good face to Ding Meichen, venomously speaking ill of her before Shen Zian even at a young age.
