The servants at the Marquis of Jinghe’s residence all said Yun Fei wouldn’t live long.
When the heir’s bride entered the household, Yun Fei’s older sister had once been the heir’s bedchamber maid. How could the new wife possibly tolerate her?
Later, everyone in the capital said that Boss Yun of the Linlang Shop wouldn’t live long.
Anyone who crossed the cold-hearted regent never lived past midnight.
Much later, a hundred-year-old Yun Fei lay smiling in a rocking chair in her courtyard. She was laughing at how blind those people had been.
She was only a humble maid, but she had still lived to a hundred.
