What on earth was going on? Could a person’s aura really shift so freely?

Just moments ago, the Lady had been gentle and sweet—now, in a single heartbeat, she turned icy. Her entire presence radiated a crushing, suffocating pressure.

Everything changed the instant the Lady let out a soft “Hmm.”

Mossy Fir lowered her head, not daring to meet the Lady’s gaze. She knew this was none of her business. She even wanted to squeeze her eyes shut, pretending she’d seen and known nothing.

In elite households, knowing too much was never wise.

The Lady picked up the document, glanced at it, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face. It detailed the Head Maid’s misconduct within the Mansion—all negative.

At first glance, minor things: reprimanding a disliked maid and assigning her exhausting chores; invoking Miss Luo Xianxue’s name to issue orders she never gave, all for personal convenience.

But the final note stunned Chen Mo. She turned to Mossy Fir. “Is this last point true?”

Mossy Fir shivered under the Lady’s cold, astonished stare. She swallowed hard. “I… I’m not certain. I sneakily checked the ledger and cross-referenced it with the logistics records. It’s just my deduction.”

The Head Maid had embezzled funds.

Vague on amounts—just a brief line.

Yet Mossy Fir included this mere suspicion. Did she have a grudge?

Why investigate the Head Maid… and report it to *me*?

Chen Mo grew curious about her motives.

True, he’d considered helping Luo Xianxue, and the Head Maid was an obstacle—but he’d never spoken of it. Luo Xianxue, shy and socially anxious, would never share such thoughts with a new maid.

*Ah. I see.* Chen Mo instantly grasped it. *She wants to oust the Head Maid and take her place.* He couldn’t think like an ordinary civilian—this was an elite household!

Were there ever simple people here?

A seemingly harmless maid might pull a gun from her skirt next second.

This new maid aimed straight for the Head Maid’s downfall—and tried to use *him*. *People in elite families… truly terrifying.*

The Lady tapped the table. “Can I see that ledger?”

Mossy Fir froze. “Theoretically… yes. But the Head Maid returns tonight. The Lady would need her permission.”

The Lady’s brows furrowed slightly. A chill shot down Mossy Fir’s spine.

*It’s over. No solid proof… Is the Lady going to get rid of me?*

*Is my life ending now?*

Mossy Fir sank into despair. Her deduction was likely correct, but without evidence… she’d gambled. And lost.

*Grandpa… sorry. Your granddaughter’s leaving first.*

“Forget it. Doesn’t matter.” The Lady tossed the file back, stretched lazily—the elegant curve of Luo Xianxue’s body catching Mossy Fir’s eye.

The little maid froze for a moment.

Then her heart ached deeper.

*Waaah… Even before death, the Lady grants me this blessing. So cool… yet tsundere.*

*I can die without regrets.*

Wait—what did she just say?

The Lady spoke calmly. “Burn this. And remember: know your place. Know what you may touch… and what you may not. Dismissed.”

Ambitious little maid. For Luo Xianxue’s sake, Chen Mo had to rein her in. Scheme to use the young mistress for power? Unchecked, she’d cause trouble.

To Mossy Fir, the words brought relief—and fresh fear.

*What does “what you may touch” mean?*

*Did I misread the Lady?*

*Damn it… I couldn’t decipher her. Elite households… truly terrifying!*

She’d study those words fiercely later. But—good news—the Lady was merciful. Her life was spared. For now.

“Oh. Bring up some strawberry cookies.”

At the door, Mossy Fir’s shoulders twitched. She nodded firmly.

*The Lady’s dissatisfied. She wants more.*

*This time… I won’t fail.*

Eyes blazing with resolve, she descended the stairs.

Chen Mo asked softly, “Did you know about the Head Maid’s actions?”

Naturally, Luo Xianxue did not. The Mansion ran under the Head Maid’s control; Luo Xianxue rarely refused anyone, and her social anxiety left little room for noticing details.

Chen Mo let it go.

Just a Head Maid. As the Lady of this house, did he need a reason to replace her?

A warning sufficed.

“Back to drawing.”

The butler hadn’t arrived. The Lady returned to the easel.

SimLife wasn’t just about living another’s life and completing tasks. Inheriting Luo Xianxue’s artistic talent while inhabiting her body? A hidden perk. Chen Mo wouldn’t waste it.

Lessons learned here would stay vivid. Self-improvement was never refused.

Around seven, after dinner, a maid approached.

“Lady, the new butler awaits in the guest room. Proceed with your usual bath?”

The Lady blinked, instinctively glancing down at the gentle swell of her chest.

Bathing in another’s body… felt strangely impolite.

He’d grown used to basic necessities in these days, but Chen Mo remained a principled gentleman.

This was a simulated life—his integrity held firm.

And Luo Xianxue could eject him anytime. Mission failure. Even now, her affection level sat at 74.

“Phantom Sir is thinking something indecent again, isn’t he?” Luo Xianxue’s puffed-up voice echoed inwardly.

Chen Mo typed: “I’m male. Natural reaction. Does it bother you?”

“Very much.”

Fair.

The Lady faced the maid. “I’ll go shortly. Skip the bath.”

“But—the Head Maid’s schedule…”

One cool glance silenced her. The maid bowed and retreated.

The Mansion’s whispers were true.

The Lady had indeed changed.