"A hundred slaps, and I’ll forgive you."
Cuicui subconsciously shook her head.
Yun Ya watched her with amusement, "Still a loyal servant, huh? In that case, go express your loyalty in the prison."
Cuicui bit her lip in frustration and suddenly stood up to walk toward Yun Shu, but Aunt Li came over and grabbed her, "What are you doing?"
Cuicui pursed her lips and suddenly shook off her hand, "Aunt Li, pretend you didn’t see anything today."
Yun Shu had gradually lost her sanity, even banging her head against the corner of the sofa, looking extremely terrifying.
Aunt Li, who had never seen Yun Shu , was so frightened that she couldn’t even speak.
Straddling Yun Shu, Cuicui took a deep breath and slapped her across the face.
"Smack smack smack," the crisp sound of the slaps fell in a steady rhythm. Yun Ya found the sound delightful and reclined on the sofa with a contented smile.
With her mind in disarray, Yun Shu even found the slaps across her face stimulating, becoming more excited, her crazed demeanor looking incredibly horrifying.
Cuicui’s hands were sore from slapping, and Yun Shu’s face had swollen up.
Yun Ya turned to the petrified Aunt Li, "Could you please make a cup of the Chrysanthemum Tea that grandmother always drinks, Aunt Li?"
Aunt Li shivered subconsciously. To her, Ji Yunya now seemed more terrifying than the Devil.
Aunt Li, always eager to fall in with the prevailing wind, quickly turned and ran into the kitchen.
Soon she came out carrying a cup of freshly brewed Chrysanthemum Tea and respectfully presented it to Yun Ya.
Yun Ya took the cup and sniffed gently, "It smells wonderful."
She looked at Cuicui, "How many so far?"
Breathless, Cuicui replied, "Sixty-three."
Yun Ya looked at Yun Shu, who was almost unconscious, and chuckled, "Let’s save the remaining thirty-seven slaps for later. If she dies from the beating, there’ll be legal consequences. Cuicui, you’re still young, and I wouldn’t want you in prison, would I?"
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Yun Ya walked over with her cup in hand, Yun Shu trembling all over, spitting out blood mixed with saliva, looking both pitiful and repulsive.
"Grandmother, how does it feel?"
Yun Shu’s eyes opened a slight crack, and if looks could kill, Yun Ya would have been riddled with holes by now.
With a smile, Yun Ya pinched Yun Shu’s chin and poured the hot tea into her mouth. The heat made Yun Shu cry out incoherently, but Yun Ya gave her no chance to resist. Even though it was scalding, Yun Shu had to swallow every last drop.
The scalding tea damaged Yun Shu’s vocal cords, and she clutched her throat, whimpering with difficulty.
Yun Ya stepped back and instructed Cuicui, "She seems quite ill. Carry grandmother to her room. From now on, she is not to step out of the room. Bring her meals on time, and oh, most importantly, don’t forget the Chrysanthemum Tea twice daily. It’s her magic cure. You keep the keys to the room. If you slack off, or if I find out you let grandmother out of the room..."
A silent threat is the most heart-stopping.
Not daring to even breathe loudly, Cuicui propped up Yun Shu and carried her away. Despite her small stature, Cuicui was surprisingly strong.
Yun Ya turned to the fidgety Aunt Li, "Aunt Li, how many years have you been in this house?"
Aunt Li didn’t understand why she suddenly asked this question but answered truthfully, "Seven years, Miss."
She had always been confined to kitchen duty, never earning much favor from Yun Shu, but it was only after Yun Ya returned and brought Ah Huan down that she had the opportunity to rise. Otherwise, she would still be toiling in the kitchen.
Yun Ya nodded, "Seven years and you’re still just a kitchen supervisor. Is it because Aunt Li lacks ability, or has grandmother not recognized your talent?"
Aunt Li’s heart quivered, unable to grasp Yun Ya’s intentions, hardly daring to breathe.
"A good bird chooses the tree it perches on. Aunt Li is a clever woman. You should know what to do next." Yun Ya glanced at her lightly.
Uncertainty stirred in Aunt Li’s heart as she quickly bowed her head.
"Aunt Li, think it over and give me an answer. But remember, my patience is limited. Oh, and take good care of Uncle Feng for me too," Yun Ya added.
With that, she turned and headed upstairs.
Watching Yun Ya’s retreating figure, Aunt Li wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.
This Miss Yun Ya was truly terrifying.
She had always been sidelined, so she wasn’t particularly loyal to Yun Shu. She was the sort who served whoever paid her; thus, deep down, she was already siding with Ji Yunya. But she would need to put in more effort with Uncle Feng.
She had already made up her mind.
Cuicui threw Yun Shu onto the bed, and with the jolt, Yun Shu’s foggy brain finally began to clear up. She suddenly grabbed Cuicui’s wrist, her voice hoarse, "Ji Yunya, you’ve got nerve. Do you think you’ve won? Hahaha, ridiculously laughable..."