At 6 a.m., Mossy Fir got up as usual.

The maids rose early to manage the Mansion. Her 6 a.m. start was actually late; those handling breakfast and shopping woke even earlier.

Thanks to a position change, she’d become Lady’s personal maid.

But Mossy Fir knew not to get cocky. This top spot brimmed with danger—one slip, and she’d plummet into an abyss.

She wasn’t staring into the abyss, but it stared back at her.

Even if she dropped her pants, the abyss wouldn’t look away.

That’s exactly how Mossy Fir felt: Lady’s personal maid seemed glamorous but hid deadly traps!

If Lady was dissatisfied, it was game over. Others eyed this position; the slightest flaw, and they’d replace her.

Terrifying!

What? You think I’m overthinking it?

I think you just don’t get it at all~

This is a wealthy family—do you think everyone’s thoughts are that simple?

Don’t you know “serving a master is like taming a tiger”? No, I must flatter Lady more while she’s docile these days to boost my favor points!

At 9 a.m., Mossy Fir stood before an ordinary guest room, her expression turning serious.

She knocked gently three times. The door opened.

A timid little maid stood there, beautifully dressed. Her young face held a trace of daze and exhaustion, as if terrified by something.

Mossy Fir looked at Zheng Yu without speaking. She turned her head slightly and led Zheng Yu out.

“Today I’m taking you to meet Lady. Your fate depends on your performance,” Mossy Fir said after glancing back. She added nothing else.

Days ago, Li Yansheng had dumped Zheng Yu on her. After observation and training, Mossy Fir realized Zheng Yu wasn’t bad—just used by the Head Maid.

She thought Zheng Yu deserved a chance as a double agent. Having someone gather intel on the Head Maid would make overthrowing her easier.

But at Mossy Fir’s words, Zheng Yu trembled uncontrollably.

She’d heard about Lady’s terror. Like the maids rumored, Lady wasn’t the soft, cute pushover she seemed.

The real Lady was a ruthless killer!

Rumors said retired maids and butlers never went home—they vanished.

Another claimed Lady plotted murder schemes all day in her art studio.

Yet another linked recent maid transfers from the Mansion to Lady. No one knew where they’d gone.

Mossy Fir’s warnings made Zheng Yu know: one poor performance, and she wouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun.

Lady would ask her purpose. But confessing everything about the Head Maid meant death too—and what about her grandma?

Zheng Yu bit her lower lip. Just before Luo Xianxue’s study, she hurriedly asked, “Miss Mossy Fir, what should I do?”

“It depends on you. Lady isn’t as simple as you think,” Mossy Fir said calmly. She knocked on the door.

“Lady, I’ve brought the maid Zheng Yu.”

“Mm, okay. Let her in,” Luo Xianxue replied, sitting at her desk. She twirled a pencil. A blank sheet lay before her, sketched with cage designs.

Nearby were books. An easel beside the desk held another sheet—a demon butler in a suit.

Yes, these were manga materials Luo Xianxue planned to draw.

She’d sketch by hand first, show Chen Mo, then digitize it. After thought, she’d set it in a magical medieval world—vampires and religion.

But her mind wasn’t on the drawings now.

Glancing at strawberry-filled cookies on the table, Luo Xianxue sighed slightly. “Sixth day. I wonder if Phantom Sir will come today.”

“L-Lady,” a weak voice interrupted.

Luo Xianxue looked up. Zheng Yu stood at the door, trying to stay calm.

Luo Xianxue beckoned. “Come here.”

She was puzzled why Zheng Yu was here. Mossy Fir had only said to hand her over. Her impression came from Chen Mo and Li Yansheng’s talk days ago—transferring Zheng Yu to Mossy Fir, then making Mossy Fir personal maid.

Did “handling her” mean job placement? Better ask her thoughts first.

“No need to be tense. Say whatever you’re thinking,” Luo Xianxue said with a gentle smile. She always treated Mansion maids this way—docile and cute as a kitten.

Her smile seemed to heal all souls. Zheng Yu doubted the rumors—until she spotted the cage sketches.

Just pencil lines, no color, only shading. Yet the cage looked vividly real!

Lady asking for my thoughts—is she hinting I should confess?

If I displease her, will she lock me in this cage, leaving me neither alive nor dead?

No, no—it can’t be that simple. Miss Mossy Fir said wealthy families aren’t straightforward!

Zheng Yu was about to speak when she saw the demon butler on the easel.

Her eyes widened. This person looked exactly like Butler Li Yansheng!

Is this hinting that if Lady’s unsatisfied, she’ll throw me in the cage and let this demon butler “train” me?

It’s over. Glorious wealthy families hide the darkest secrets!

My fate will be utterly miserable!

Two hot tears streamed down Zheng Yu’s face.

Then Zheng Yu felt Lady change. The gentle aura vanished. The warm smile turned cold, twisting into a sinister smirk.

Sure enough, Miss Mossy Fir was right. Lady hid deep—she knew I saw through her, so she dropped the act!

It’s over. I’ll be trained into a shameless sow.

No!!!

Chen Mo had just possessed Luo Xianxue. He savored the comfort of a normal body—then saw the little maid kneeling before him with a thud, tears flowing.

Chen Mo was dumbfounded. What plot twist was this?