Chapter 409 Injustice

"I thought Lord Lin was buying a young wife, but it turns out it's a daughter."

"Good girl! Doesn't Lord Lin only have one son? Now you'll have both a son and a daughter."

"Indeed, Lord Lin, shouldn't we host a celebration with a couple of tables?"

Lin Wangchu smiled faintly, his compassion like that of a Bodhisattva sitting high in a temple.

“This girl must be from an honest family. I’ll help her find her parents or send her to a charity. It’s better than her being harassed by those scoundrels.”

Those who heard this all praised Lord Lin for his great righteousness.

Lin Wangchu picked her up from the ground, showing no disgust at the dirt on her body, and said gently, "Don't be afraid, you're safe now."

And so, she began to live a life she never dared to dream of.

Lin Wangchu did try to find her parents, but she had been wandering for a long time and had moved around to many places, so she was ultimately unsuccessful.

But Lin Wangchu never mentioned sending her to the relief center or sending her away again.

He seemed to know her fears.

Lin Wangchu bought her a small courtyard outside, hired people to come and teach her to read, do accounting and business, and even hired a martial arts master to teach her some self-defense techniques.

He said, "It is not easy for a woman to walk in this world. From now on, you will be called Yang Silang and will be known as a man. When you grow up, you will do some errands for me."

After that, Yang Simei became Yang Silang, transforming from a homeless orphan girl who was trampled on by others into a handsome young man with dedicated servants.

She no longer had to go hungry, could sleep in a soft, warm bed, and most importantly, no matter how busy Lin Wangchu was, he would always take a day off each month to come back to the courtyard and sleep with her.

Lin Wangchu would hold her in his arms, gently stroke her hair, and coax her to sleep.

She had too many bad memories, so she knew the intentions behind men sleeping with women, but Lin Wangchu didn't think that way. When he slept with her, it really was just sleeping.

This worried her. Those beasts had said before that if a man held a woman without any romantic feelings, it meant he didn't like her.

She didn't know that little girls of a certain age weren't considered women.

She had a trauma from that kind of thing, but in order to make the man who had saved her from hell to heaven take a liking to her, she took the initiative to cater to him, using her now healthy and youthful body to seduce Lin Wangchu.

But Lin Wangchu said, "You're still a child. This isn't good for your health. I'll have you when you grow up, if you're still willing."

She had never seen anyone look at her with such pity, nor had anyone ever cared about her body. At that moment, she felt a desire to die for Lin Wangchu.

Over the next decade or so, this idea persisted and grew increasingly firm in my conviction.

How could she not be willing? She would even give her life to Lin Wangchu.

Because of her gratitude to Lin Wangchu, she studied very diligently. She not only learned to read and write, but also became skilled in accounting. Lin Wangchu was very satisfied with her business management skills and her ability to fight back.

Because she had dressed as a boy since childhood and deliberately imitated men's speech and behavior, no one, whether acquaintances or just going out on the street, could discover that she was a girl.

Seven years passed in this way, and Yang Silang was completely transformed.

Lin Wangchu gave her money and introduced her to merchants, encouraging her to boldly try various businesses. With Lin Wangchu's secret help and her own hard work, the two combined their official and commercial interests, and their business grew bigger and bigger, with money pouring in.

Lin Wangchu rose from a minor county magistrate to the high position of prefect.

And they finally broke through that barrier and had physical intimacy.

Although Lin Wangchu was more than twenty years older than her, although Lin Wangchu had beautiful wives and concubines at home, and his children were several years older than her, and although Lin Wangchu had never made any promises to her.

But in her heart, she had long regarded Lin Wangchu as her husband, the only husband in her life.

Everything was so beautiful.

By day, she was the feared manager of the casino; by night, she was a flower blooming freely beneath Lin Wangchu.

She earns money for Lin Wangchu, and Lin Wangchu gives her a little love and time, which is enough.

Unfortunately, all of this ended when Wen Zhiming became emperor and empress.

After Wen Zhiming ascended the throne, he vigorously investigated and punished corrupt officials. His methods were so ruthless and his speed so lightning that she and Lin Wangchu had no chance to resist.

Things that could usually be resolved with a little money, this time no one dared to accept money to do the job.

While she was still running around trying to save Lin Wangchu, this tyrannical emperor actually had all eight officials, including Lin Wangchu, executed.

Her only husband in this life, the man whose smile was as compassionate as a Bodhisattva, the man who had been intimate with her just two days ago, is now separated from her by death.

Everyone praised the new emperor for his wisdom and benevolence, but she only felt that he was cruel and cold-blooded.

Even a treacherous and greedy man like the former emperor never killed eight officials in a single day.

They talk about eliminating evil and upholding justice, but in reality, it's all about fame and fortune.

The tyrannical emperor killed her man one day, and then publicly declared that he loved only the empress. He vowed that if she broke this oath, she would be struck by lightning.

The tyrannical emperor and empress stood at the highest point, receiving the admiration of all, enjoying the highest honor and reputation. Their deep affection was the envy of everyone. But she was all alone, returning to the abyss.

Finally, even the last remaining connection between her and Lin Wangchu was their casino.

They didn't even spare a tyrannical ruler.

Various forms of suppression and closures forced her to move to the countryside, leaving the only place that gave her a sense of warmth.

He killed her husband and destroyed her dreams. How could she not hate such a tyrannical ruler?

"What are you thinking about? Don't you have a grievance you want to appeal? The Emperor is giving you a chance, so speak up..."

Jiang Lin grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and started cracking them open while urging everyone to hurry up.

The commotion interrupted Yang Simei's memories. Her eyes regained their clarity, only to be instantly filled with hatred again.

She didn't care whether Lin Wangchu was an honest or corrupt official. When she was being toyed with and tortured, no benevolent or honest official came to her rescue. In the darkest years of her life, it was Lin Wangchu who pulled her towards the light.

Lin Wangchu was the best person in her heart, the only meaning in her life. Whoever killed Lin Wangchu was her enemy.

But where to begin with these things? How can those who have never suffered her pain or endured her hardship understand her grievances and resentment?

She glanced around at the unusually quiet Fengyi Palace, surrounded by many people, and then looked at Wen Zhiming, who seemed extremely grief-stricken but was forcing himself to remain composed. She then laughed with relief.

It's good as it is now.

She avenged her husband, and the tyrannical emperor, like her, lost the love of his life. Oh, and by the way, the tyrannical emperor also lost his child.

She's even worse off than her.

Whether or not you express your pain is not important; what matters is the outcome.

Thinking of this, Yang Simei let out a cold laugh.

"There's nothing to say. I've done what I wanted to do, and I have no regrets. I just wonder how the tyrannical emperor feels when he learns that the Empress was murdered because of you?"