Shen Jinghong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face deathly pale.
Madam Jia's face was full of disbelief, then she said with grief and anger, "After the first wife passed away, I managed the household affairs and served the old lady, never daring to slack off. You must not slander me!"
"Master, since you harbor resentment towards me in your heart, I will follow you then!"
Having said that, she attempted to throw herself forward, aiming to crash into the square table.
"Lady, don't be hasty!"
Wang Daoxuan quickly stopped her and said in a grave voice, "Obsession is sometimes not with a person but with an object. Think carefully, do you carry anything that Master Shen was fond of?"
Madam Jia was pale, clearly confused by grief and anger, and it took her a while to gather her thoughts. Suddenly remembering something, she took out a gilded copper key from her bosom.
