Chapter 3: Bizarre Dreams.

Hearing this, Su Muying finally put down her embroidery. She paused for a moment before asking Xiao Rong, "Did my cousin send a letter?"

"Yes! It's Young Master Biao." Xiao Rong hurriedly handed over the letter, picked up her teacup and took a big gulp of water. "I've been looking for it at the gatehouse for a long time. Those people have been waiting for so long and haven't brought it to us."

Xiao Rong was in a hurry, her eyes sparkling, as if she were grasping at this letter as a lifeline.

They even put their hands together and mumbled prayers like "May the Bodhisattva protect us, may the Bodhisattva protect us."

Young Master, please come and take my young lady away. After the eldest young master's death, my young lady will only suffer here.

Who knows what the Xie family will do to their daughter?

Su Muying remained calm.

She took the letter, calmly opened it, and saw neat lines of handwriting.

The letter was a full page long, and Su Muying read it word by word, which took her some time.

Xiao Rong became anxious, her chubby cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly went to her mistress and asked anxiously, "Miss, what did the young master write in his letter? Will he be taking us back to Anzhou soon?"

Su Muying put away the letter, her beautiful and charming face, which always exuded the spring-like glow of peach blossoms, appeared somewhat pale.

But his expression remained calm.

She lowered her head, picked up the embroidery ball, bit off a thread, and a few strands of hair that were casually held up by the jade hairpin fell out. Under the lamplight, the woman's beautiful, fair profile swayed with light and shadow.

“My cousin said that Anzhou is in constant turmoil, and he will write again once Anzhou is stable and take us back.”

Xiao Rong's round face immediately fell, and she pouted as if the sky had fallen.

Su Muying laughed out loud at her unusual expression and comforted her, "I know you're worried about me being wronged and don't want me to stay here. We'll go back sooner or later, but Anzhou is currently engulfed in war, so it's not the right time yet. Besides, we need to save more money, don't we?"

In the end, it was always her mistress who comforted her.

Xiao Rong and her mistress grew up together and were as close as sisters. As she listened, tears welled up in her eyes, and she hugged Su Muying and cried loudly.

"The eldest young master is dead. They always bully you, and the second young master is so frightening, he looked like he wanted to devour you alive. Why are they blaming you? The eldest young master died willingly for you. Why don't they blame him instead..."

"Don't say such things!" Su Muying snapped, her tone unusually stern.

Since entering the Xie family, Su Muying has never caused any trouble with anyone. Although she is considered a femme fatale and so beautiful that she is seen as aggressive, and her figure is said to be improper, she is as gentle as water and can always turn other people's malice and resentment into nothing. She also always remembers that she is under someone else's roof and is gentle and mild-mannered to outsiders, so she has never caused any major trouble.

Therefore, Su Muying rarely gets angry and has almost no major emotional fluctuations; she is truly as gentle as water.

Even Xiao Rong rarely saw Su Muying angry; her young lady almost never yelled at her.

She angered her mistress.

Xiao Rong's mouth moved faster than her brain. Only then did she realize what she had just said. She quickly slapped her mouth, lowered her head, and admitted her mistake: "Miss, I was wrong. I promise I won't say such things again. Please punish me..."

After she finished speaking, she knelt down again.

Xiao Rong's round face turned bright red.

I felt both regret and guilt.

She speaks without thinking; what if she implicates her young mistress?

Moreover, she really shouldn't have said those things.

After all, the eldest young master was truly devoted to her young lady, and he even died saving her...

People say there's no one else like the eldest son in the entire capital.

Xiao Rong couldn't use those flowery words to describe people, but she knew that compared to the Second Young Master, who exuded a murderous aura like a demon and made her tremble with fear every time she saw him, the Eldest Young Master was simply a god from heaven.

Xiao Rong had seen the second young master a few times, and every time he looked at her young lady, he looked like a vicious wolf, his eyes filled with a desire to devour her, which was very frightening.

I heard that the eldest and second young masters are very close brothers, but... this can't be blamed on her young lady.

Why...why are they blaming her young lady...?

Her young lady is so kind...

Su Muying knew that Xiao Rong was straightforward and had no ill intentions. She helped her up and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. Her extremely beautiful face revealed a gentle and tender demeanor.

"The eldest young master has been very good to us. He took us in against all odds and saved me... I do owe him, and I also owe the Xie family my life. I must never say such things again."

"If other people with ulterior motives were to overhear this, our situation would become even more difficult."

Xiao Rong was most afraid that her young lady would be bullied. Upon hearing Su Muying say this, she quickly promised, "Xiao Rong will definitely be careful with her words and actions in the future and will not cause any trouble for the young lady."

"By the way, take these purses and sell them tomorrow."

As she spoke, Su Muying had already finished embroidering the purse in her hand.

She put the embroidered purse in the basket and handed it to Xiao Rong.

Rows of purses were neatly arranged, with exquisite embroidery and a pleasing color scheme. The various patterns embroidered on them were intricate and beautiful, almost leaping off the page, revealing the superb craftsmanship at a glance.

Xiao Rong took the basket and held it in her arms. Then she heard her mistress say, "After you sell out, go buy some of your favorite pastries."

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she almost jumped up: "Miss, you're so kind!"

Xiao Rong, holding her basket and smiling, suddenly glanced at the low table on the couch and noticed a purse. She asked, puzzled, "Miss, shouldn't we take this purse with us?"

Su Muying shook her head, lowered her eyes, her gaze glistening with tears, and picked up the purse on the table.

"I want to burn this for the eldest young master."

“I promised to embroider it for him.”

Su Muying reached for her purse, just as a lamp on the table illuminated her wound.

Her slender, delicate hands, which were originally like beautiful jade, gleamed with a lustrous sheen and were tinged with a halo, were now covered with crisscrossing streaks of blood.

Her skin was fair and thin, and under the light, the bloodstains looked even more horrifying.

Xiao Rong gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the basket in her hand.

She quickly went to get medicine and gauze to treat her mistress's wound.

"Miss, how did you get hurt? Who did this? They're bullying us like this!"

"It's okay, I scratched myself by accident. I don't need to apply any medicine, it will be fine in a couple of days."

Su Muying's gaze was somewhat unfocused.

A burning sensation gradually arose in my earlobe.

The scene of the study reappeared in my mind.

Xie Linyuan's terrifyingly dark eyes, his icy hands that had ravaged her, and his condescending, sharp gaze kept replaying in her mind.

Su Muying couldn't help but tremble slightly.

They are clearly biological brothers, yet their personalities are so different.

He said he would marry her as... a concubine.

He hates her, so naturally he will torment her.

She was going to have to share a bed with this kind of person, doing everything she could to please and flatter him...

Su Muying suddenly wondered how long she could hold on.

It's just about surviving.

"It's okay, don't worry, we won't die."

"I definitely won't die."

"We still need to go back to Anzhou."

“That’s our hometown, our parents’ graves are there, Xiao Rong, we will definitely go back…”

"We must go back..."

Su Muying murmured these words as if she were talking to herself.

But her shoulders were still trembling.

The window was half open, and outside, a spring night breeze was blowing.

The scent of the girl's blood mingled with a faint fragrance of spring night, and somehow drifted to another part of the mansion, forming a bizarre and fantastical dream.

The red silk curtains fluttered, revealing glimpses of the enchanting spring scenery.

The woman's soft, warm skin was covered in fragrant sweat; her slender waist was so small it could be grasped in one hand; her fair, delicate neck was held high... a neck that could be crushed with one hand.

And that silky black hair, that beautiful, snow-white back…

The man's large hand gripped her slender waist, while the woman's snow-white feet draped weakly over his shoulders. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, flowing over the man's bulging veins.

Her soft, seductive moans sounded like the cries of a young animal, pitiful beyond belief, yet only earned her harsher punishments.

The woman's beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, shimmering and misty, yet also holding an alluring charm.

A single glance from him is enough to captivate and sway one's soul.

It's just a pity that those beautiful eyes didn't look at the man inside the tent.

The woman, her face flushed and glistening with sweat, turned to look outside the tent.

A person was standing not far from the bed.

The red silk curtains fluttered and fell in the wind, and the woman looked at the man with tears in her eyes, crying.

As if torn apart by some immense shame, she couldn't help but curl up, but the man held her wrists firmly and pressed her down on the brocade quilt of the bed.

The man's muscular arms braced against her ears, rendering her unable to move or escape. She could only bite her lip tightly and watch the man outside the tent cry.

The uncontrollable moans turned into sobs, and tears and sweat rolled down her face, wetting her black hair and the man's thin lips.

The woman cried tremblingly, her body shaking in waves, as if she were terrified of men.

Yet they could not escape.

With tears welling in her eyes, she stretched her slender, snow-white arm out of the tent, pleading for help from those outside.

She spoke, her voice trembling with tears, yet also containing the soft, charming tones of a young girl:

"Lin'an..."

Lin'an.

Xie Lin'an.

The fragrance vanished instantly, and Xie Linyuan abruptly opened his eyes.

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