Nianhuan burned the letter in her hand.
He leaned against the window, silent.
"You envy her?" Cong Yao's voice rang out again.
This much time has been enough for Nianhuan to get used to the sound that could ring out anytime, anywhere.
Nian Huan smiled, her golden forehead swaying slightly.
"What, aren't you envious?"
Cong Yao remained silent.
Nianhuan looked out the window, her eyes cold and indifferent.
“I don’t know about others, but I’ve always wanted to go to more places since I was a child. However, my status doesn’t allow me to do so.”
"Now she is going to travel the world, and I can only plot my future in this small attic."
"It's more than just envy..."
Nianhuan's voice was very soft, and her tone was very indifferent.
Cong Yao, however, sensed a gloom in his voice.
She suddenly felt a strong urge to speak her mind: "I have also traveled around the world and enjoyed the scenery."
Nianhuan remained silent, waiting for him to continue his sentence.
"But later, it was ruined by a pair of scumbags!"
Nianhuan: "..."
"It's a really sad story."
Nianhuan's evaluation.
Cong Yao remained silent.
"Bang bang"
"Nianhuan, are you awake?"
A knock sounded at the door; it was Hong Fu's voice.
"Sister Hongfu, I'm awake." Nianhuan went to open the door and saw the stunningly beautiful Hongfu standing outside.
Hong Fu didn't stand on ceremony and walked right in.
She first looked around Nianhuan's house.
The room was tastefully decorated, and the fragrance of lotus blossoms immediately put one at ease upon entering.
The tables and chairs, carved from the finest sandalwood, are intricately decorated with various patterns.
Everywhere you look, there's a delicate and gentle feeling that belongs to a young woman.
Near the bamboo window, on the rosewood table, were several sheets of Xuan paper.
Several calligraphy brushes rest on the inkstone, and a few chrysanthemum buds are on the Xuan paper.
The delicate brushstrokes seem to suggest that the lady of the house is also sentimental.
A purple gauze curtain hangs on the bamboo window, fluttering in the gentle breeze blowing outside.
"I can tell from your room that your mother treats you well."
Nianhuan smiled faintly, knelt down beside the low table, and brewed tea for Nianhuan.
"Doesn't Sister Hongfu know what kind of person Mother is? Now that Mother values me, my food, clothing and daily necessities are naturally all good."
Hong Fu gently flicked her sleeve and sat down opposite her.
"Now that you say that, I'm not worried anymore."
Hongfu took the tea from Nianhuan's hand and sighed.
Nianhuan looked up and noticed that her gaze was somewhat unfocused.
“If I had been as insightful as you were earlier, perhaps I wouldn’t be trapped in this official’s quarters now.”
Nianhuan remained silent upon hearing this.
Hong Fu was already in her twenties when she overheard the occasional chatter of the people in the pavilion.
It seems she once had the opportunity to leave the Ming Shi Ge.
But for one person, he stayed here.
Nianhuan could tell that the current mother of Mingshige, Aunt Tong, also had some respect for Hongfu.
With this in mind, it's easy to guess who's behind Hong Fu.
Nianhuan wasn't curious about her story with that person.
"There's something Nianhuan has always wanted to ask. Please enlighten me, Sister Hongfu."
Hong Fu smiled gently, resting one cheek on her hand.
The red crystal earrings dangled slightly, adding a touch of allure to her.
"Are you asking why I'm so good to you?"
Nianhuan: "..."
Yes, that's exactly the question she wanted to ask.
Hong Fu chuckled softly: "Because I envy you."
Hong Fu did not explain the meaning of this sentence.
He finished the tea in his cup in one gulp and then stood up.
"Nianhuan, several distinguished guests are coming tonight," Hongfu paused and reminded them softly.
"One of these guests is definitely your honored guest."
After saying that, she chuckled and gracefully left.
Nianhuan did not turn around.
Only after the door closed did she move her cold fingers.
What did Hong Fu discover?
"No, they won't notice."
Nianhuan was cautious in her actions and did not reveal the slightest impropriety.
She tightened her grip, picked up her teacup, and stood up.
I walked to the windowsill and poured the tea into the flowerpot outside the window.
"Even if we discover it, it's just one more life on our hands, and one more skeleton in the world!"
Cong Yao remained silent for a long while before saying, "You've changed."
Nianhuan pursed her lips and scoffed, "Changed? No, perhaps I've always been this way."
Her aunt, Li, came from a brothel and taught her singing and dancing from a young age.
He taught her how to please her father and brothers, and how to please men.
My aunt said that if she could please men, she would find a good match.
But Auntie was wrong.
Before her aunt even died, her father and brothers, whom she had tried so hard to please for many years, sent her to the Prince's mansion.
She didn't even see her aunt one last time before she died.
She lived a life of constant anxiety within the Prince's mansion.
It wasn't that no one bullied them along the way.
But in the end, she was the one who survived!
Those who had bullied her received their due punishment.
She felt that she was different from ordinary women.
She has the ability to protect herself!
However, reality told her otherwise.
Even the most brilliant mind is useless without matching power.
It's nothing but rotten stuff!
Therefore, she was curvaceous.
It turned into Nianhuan!
Cong Yao couldn't help but sigh when he heard Nian Huan's words.
"So even after you learned about Qin Huarong's relationship with the Prince Zhong's Mansion, you still helped her."
Nianhuan smiled slightly: "That's not it. I didn't know her identity when I saved her. Even after I found out, I didn't regret saving her. It's just that I had no reason to hate her."
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