Shouzhuo, on the outside, was a man who appeared elegant and refined, like a gentleman, but in reality, his heart was twisted like a demon.
On the surface, they provided Yu Mei with fine clothes and food, and dressed her up as a princess, like a priceless and exquisite doll.
However, only Yu Mei herself knew that beneath that gorgeous brocade robe was a body covered in wounds and in a terrible state.
Each scar carries endless humiliation and pain, deeply etched into her soul like a branding iron, becoming a nightmare she can never erase for the rest of her life.
During those days, Shouzhuo treated her as a plaything to be manipulated and trampled upon at will, ruthlessly ravaging her dignity, and her soul gradually withered in the abyss of darkness.
Like a flower withering in the cold winter, it has lost its former beauty and vitality, leaving only endless despair and sorrow.
She thought that after being taken to the Prince Zhao's mansion, she would be subjected to endless torment and humiliation like Shou Zhuo, as if she had fallen into a dark cycle from which she could not escape.
Heartbroken and despondent, Yu Mei had already harbored the thought of dying.
Therefore, she resolutely confessed all the crimes she had committed without reservation.
It was as if only in this way could one find a sliver of relief for one's tormented and battered soul.
She was prepared to accept any punishment; in her view, her life had fallen into an abyss, with no glimmer of hope able to pierce through the thick darkness.
However, at this moment, when Qin Qianluo mentioned Yu Ying, it was like a dazzling lightning bolt that pierced the dark night sky.
It instantly illuminated that long-forgotten, dusty corner in Yu Mei's heart.
She was shocked to discover that, in the long years she had been completely unaware of, her master had quietly left her a hopeful way out.
This belated discovery was like a faint yet incredibly warm ray of light, piercing through the layers of impenetrable darkness in her heart.
It brought a long-lost warmth and comfort to her nearly desperate heart.
Her thoughts surged like a raging tide, and Yu Mei's mind kept replaying the scenes of Shou Zhuo's inhumane torture of her.
Every painful moment was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart and filling her with endless fear and pain.
Thinking of Prince Xiao, who died unjustly because of her involvement, a deep sense of guilt weighed heavily on her heart like a boulder, making it hard for her to breathe.
Then I thought of my master, who always had a cold and stern face but silently protected me.
Yu Mei's face, which had been expressionless like still water, was gradually overwhelmed by a tidal wave of sorrow.
Her eyes were filled with pain and regret, as if deep in her heart she was replaying her past actions over and over again.
Every scene was like a sharp needle, mercilessly piercing her conscience, which was not yet completely extinguished.
Even though a torrent of regret welled up in my heart, if only time could turn back and everything could start over.
Yu Mei will still choose to tell the whole story without hesitation.
Because deep within her heart, conscience and courage were like seeds buried in dark soil, which were never completely extinguished even after enduring countless hardships.
Even if it meant paying the heavy price of her life, she was unwilling to continue living in the shackles of darkness and sin.
She longed to use her honesty and courage to find a glimmer of hope for redemption for her tormented soul.
Even if this glimmer of light is as fleeting as a shooting star, it is enough to illuminate the final journey of her life.
Finally, Yu Mei slowly raised her hand, which trembled slightly, as if it carried the pain and regret of her entire life.
She gently wiped away the tears that had silently rolled down her cheeks without her noticing.
The tears were crystal clear, like shattered crystals, and slowly slid down her cheeks.
The drops fell onto the cold ground, making a soft, crisp sound, as if her broken heart was crying silently.
Then, she straightened her body, which had been hunched over with pain and despair, and bowed respectfully.
The gesture was solemn and devout, as if bidding a solemn farewell to one's past, present, and future.
Her voice carried a hint of barely suppressed sob, yet it also revealed an unwavering determination, like the steadfast tolling of a bell in the cold night, echoing in the silent air.
“I know my sins are grave and I would rather die than atone for them.”
I have no other wish in this life but to ask Your Highness for mercy—that after my death, my mutilated body may be buried beside my master's grave, so that I may rest in peace with her forever.
If Your Highness grants my request, I, even if I were to be reincarnated, would gladly repay this kindness with utmost loyalty and devotion.
Qin Qianluo stood quietly in the spacious hall, the surroundings so quiet that one could almost hear the dust settling.
Her gaze, like two deep, dark lights, was fixed firmly on Yu Mei, who was lying on the ground.
Those eyes were like a deep, boundless pool, calm on the surface, yet churning with a thousand complex emotions at the bottom.
A myriad of indescribable thoughts surged within me like a silent storm.
It's hard to tell whether it contains pity, sentimentality, or some other deeper emotion.
The threads of my thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to those seemingly calm yet subtly mysterious years.
At that time, Yu Ying transformed into Qi Meng, like a silent shadow, lurking silently beside her.
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