Lanxiang glared at her, seemingly disappointed in her. "As the saying goes, 'A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.' If you truly want to avenge your mother and are willing to endure hardship for it, heaven will not fail you. I believe that day will come eventually. And I will do my best to help you."
Upon hearing this, Yan Hong excitedly reached out and hugged Lan Xiang's hands tightly, holding them close. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Sister Xiang'er, meeting you in this life is truly a blessing from past lives. If it weren't for you, Sister Xiang'er, I'm afraid I would have been defiled by those men and lost my virginity long ago..."
Recalling all the heartbreaking past events, and how Lanxiang always stepped in to protect her in times of danger, Yan Hong couldn't help but burst into tears once again.
Lanxiang herself didn't seem quite sure why she felt such an instant connection with Yanhong, and why she was so fond of her. She only felt that, as if by some unseen force, they were sisters with an incredibly deep bond in a past life. Their meeting in this life was a continuation of that predestined relationship.
So, when Yan Hong entered Wan Jiao Ge and was first assigned to be a hairdresser, Lan Xiang tried her best to help her get the job.
Lanxiang will never forget the request the guest made that night.
It turned out that the wealthy and powerful guest was such a perverted person, with extremely special service requests. After a whole night, Lanxiang was exhausted and covered in bruises, unable to even get out of bed, and her life was only half left.
Just when Lanxiang felt as if she had walked through the gates of hell, thinking that Yanhong would never know all this in her lifetime.
In fact, Yan Hong could see everything that was happening in the next room clearly and distinctly through the eyes of the blue fox in the blue fox butterfly painting in the next room.
At that moment, she was so frightened in the next room that she bit her own hand until it bled, but she didn't care.
From that moment on, Yan Hong secretly vowed that she would protect her older sister with her own life.
Seeing Yan Hong cry sadly again, Lan Xiang inadvertently lowered her eyes and suddenly glanced at Yan Hong's fair, delicate, and smooth hands, which seemed to have never been touched by spring water.
After a slight hesitation, he asked, "By the way, Yan Hong, what exactly is the deep-seated hatred you have for your mother? I haven't had time to ask you yet. Also, judging from your appearance and demeanor, you seem like a young lady from a wealthy family. How did you, a pampered young lady, end up as a prostitute?"
After listening for a while, Yan Hong sniffed and said to her in a low voice, "Sister Xiang'er, to tell you the truth, my grandfather was a great philanthropist in the south of the city. He accumulated good deeds and did good for his neighbors throughout his life, but he only had one daughter, my mother. In order to continue the family line, my grandfather decided to find a husband for my mother when she turned fifteen. Who would have thought that this would lead to his death?"
At this point, Yan Hong paused, seemingly haunted by some painful memories, yet even now, the mere mention of them filled her with fear and dread. Lan Xiang asked anxiously, "What exactly happened?"
But Yan Hong seemed rooted to the spot, lost in thought. Lan Xiang nudged her several times before she snapped out of it, looked at Lan Xiang, and bit her lip. "That person was a liar all along..."
At that moment, she was so frightened in the next room that she bit her own hand until it bled, but she didn't care.
From that moment on, Yan Hong secretly vowed that she would protect her older sister with her own life.
Seeing Yan Hong cry sadly again, Lan Xiang inadvertently lowered her eyes and suddenly glanced at Yan Hong's fair, delicate, and smooth hands, which seemed to have never been touched by spring water.
After a slight hesitation, he asked, "By the way, Yan Hong, what exactly is the deep-seated hatred you have for your mother? I haven't had time to ask you yet. Also, judging from your appearance and demeanor, you seem like a young lady from a wealthy family. How did you, a pampered young lady, end up as a prostitute?"
After listening for a while, Yan Hong sniffed and said to her in a low voice, "Sister Xiang'er, to tell you the truth, my grandfather was a great philanthropist in the south of the city. He accumulated good deeds and did good for his neighbors throughout his life, but he only had one daughter, my mother. In order to continue the family line, my grandfather decided to find a husband for my mother when she turned fifteen. Who would have thought that this would lead to his death?"
But Yan Hong seemed rooted to the spot, lost in thought. Lan Xiang nudged her several times before she snapped out of it, looked at Lan Xiang, and bit her lip. "That person was a liar all along..."
At this point, Yan Hong paused, seemingly haunted by some painful memories, yet even now, the mere mention of them filled her with fear and dread. Lan Xiang asked anxiously, "What exactly happened?"
Upon hearing this, Lanxiang immediately frowned, staring at Yan Hong's still slightly red eyes, and asked in confusion, "Liar?"
Yan Hong nodded, recalling, "Yes, that was a heinous liar."
Then, he recounted his tragic experiences to Lanxiang in detail.
Shortly before my mother came of age, accompanied by her maids and servants, she went to the Qiyuan Temple, a popular temple in the southern suburbs of the city, to offer incense and pray for my maternal grandfather.
Unexpectedly, on their way home, they were suddenly robbed by bandits, and all the servants accompanying them were killed.
Just as my mother was about to be violated by the bandits, a handsome young man in white robes appeared, his face as fair as jade. Holding a long sword, he seemed like an immortal descending from heaven, and quickly drove the bandits away one by one.
He even suffered a serious knife wound as a result, but he managed to save my mother and preserve her chastity. He also personally escorted her back to the mansion despite his knife wound.
When his maternal grandfather met him and learned of this, he offered him one hundred taels of gold as a token of his gratitude, but he refused.
Seeing this, his grandfather felt extremely guilty and insisted that he stay, ordering people to take good care of him and help him recover from his injuries.
He initially wanted to politely decline, but after my mother intervened and persuaded him to stay, he finally agreed to stay at the mansion to heal his wounds.
It was only in the countless days that followed that my grandfather and mother discovered that this person not only possessed an extraordinary temperament, appearance, and skills, but was also well-read, a man of both literary and martial talents, and with a wide range of knowledge.
From then on, my mother secretly fell in love with him.
Originally, my maternal grandfather did not have many requirements for the son-in-law who was going to marry into the family. As long as he was of good character, from a respectable family, and could protect and love my mother with all his might, that would be enough.
Thus, this ethereal man in white robes became the first choice for a son-in-law in my grandfather's heart, a son-in-law seemingly sent from heaven.
Seeing that the man's injuries were healing day by day, there was no longer any excuse to keep him in the mansion for further close observation.
So, the grandfather was also overjoyed and full of anticipation, wanting to fulfill his beloved daughter's wish. He tentatively asked about his background, but to his surprise, the man claimed that he was a lonely wanderer who had drifted into the world and did not want to talk much about his sad past.
My grandfather became suspicious, fearing that such a person was of unknown origin. He was somewhat disappointed but also had to be wary and abandon his initial idea. He didn't want to invite such a person into his family, as it might backfire and invite trouble into the house.
But that person was proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Because of this, my mother became even more infatuated with her.
My maternal grandfather only had one daughter, and she lost her mother at a young age. He single-handedly raised her, acting as both father and mother to adulthood.
For my mother's happiness and well-being, my maternal grandfather, despite his immense wealth, never considered taking a concubine.
Finally, under my mother's insistence, I had no choice but to comply and bring that man into the household, making him her son-in-law.
At first, he was quite filial and respectful to my maternal grandfather; he also treated my mother with great respect and care.
Not long after, my mother became pregnant.
Then one day, my mother overheard one of his biggest secrets.
One night, my mother woke up from her sleep and found that he was not beside her pillow, so she got up to check.
Unexpectedly, through the crack in the study window, they discovered him whispering something with a mysterious man dressed in black.
From their conversation, my mother vaguely heard them saying that they urgently needed money to recruit soldiers.
My mother was taken aback, but in the process of covering her mouth, she accidentally knocked open the half-closed window in front of her in the study.
Upon hearing this, the mysterious man in black clothes immediately leaped over the window, holding an extremely cold and sharp sword to my mother's neck.
My mother was still in shock from what she had just heard when she saw a sharp sword pointed at her and the child in her womb. She immediately felt unbearable abdominal pain, clutched her stomach, groaned, and began to gasp for breath.
Upon seeing this, the man quickly came out of the study. When he saw that it was my mother, he waved to her, signaling her to leave first. Only then did the mysterious man in black clothes leave in a hurry as instructed.
After the mysterious man in black left, my mother followed him into the study and asked him who he was and what he was doing in secret. But he refused to reveal a single word.
From then on, my mother also harbored resentment towards him and stopped sleeping in the same bed with him.
This matter quickly reached my maternal grandfather's ears. He asked my mother what had happened, and under his persistent questioning, she finally realized that she had indeed let a wolf into the house. She then told him the whole story.
In a fit of anger, my grandfather confronted him to get to the bottom of things, but he refused to utter a single word.
Not only that, he whispered something to his grandfather, which made his grandfather so angry that he vomited blood and fainted on the spot.
A few days later, my grandfather passed away without leaving a single last word.
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