I'm a hanging ghost who died a hundred years ago.
After making a bet with the locust tree spirit at the marquis's residence, I became the old ancestor of the family, who doesn't have much time left.
The whole family can hear my thoughts.
In the marquis's reception hall, I watched everyone waiting for Ji Xianlin to return with good news and sighed inwardly.
[The old marquis and his wife are so clever, yet how did they fail to see Ji Xianlin's wolfish ambition? They neglect their own flesh-and-blood son and favor a foster son who's an ungrateful snake, only to be framed for treason and have the entire family exiled.]
The old marquis spat out the tea he was holding.
[The eldest young master is an idiot, too. He believes everything Ji Xianlin says. Now he's been tricked into sleeping with someone in public. He thought she was at least a respectable woman, but who could have guessed she was a courtesan? My poor, short-lived eldest young master ended up dying of syphilis.]
The eldest young master choked on a pastry and pounded his chest.
[The young lady is a rare heroine, talented in both letters and arms, yet she was deceived by a gigolo the foster son brought in. Not only did she kill her benefactor with her own hands, but they also severed the tendons in her hands and feet and sent her to a brothel. In the end, unable to bear the humiliation, she swallowed gold and died. How tragic!]
The young lady's smiling face instantly froze.
Everyone's expression changed, and they looked at Ji Xianlin with growing suspicion.
