Before Amu's divine beast bloodline awakened, he was just a pitiful little dog who was often bullied and always covered in wounds.
One rainy day, he ran to a clump of flowers and trees to take shelter from the rain. The rain soaked his fur and his wounds.
He really thought he was going to die there.
Even their chirping is as faint as a mosquito's whimper.
Just as Amu was on the verge of death, a woman saved her.
The woman's health was not good; her arm, which was holding the umbrella, was frighteningly pale and transparent.
"Little one, why are you hiding here in such heavy rain?"
"Awooo!"
"Poor little guy, he has so many wounds all over his body, cough cough."
The woman took him back.
They called a doctor for him and applied medicine to his wounds.
And they named him Amu.
"Amu, Amu, do you like this name?"
"Aww!" I really like it, I like it a lot.
Amu circled around her twice.
During that time, Amu experienced a tenderness he had never felt before.
He felt like he was living in the clouds every day, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
Someone grooms him, someone washes him, and he has delicious food. Most importantly, he has a particularly gentle female owner.
It wasn't until later that he realized the woman's life wasn't pleasant—she wasn't gentle at all, but that was directed at others, not him, and that was enough.
It was a full moon night.
The spiritual energy within him was constantly in turmoil.
The mythical beast's memories gradually returned.
It made him so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep.
He then went to the mistress's room alone, hoping she would coax him to sleep.
As I passed through the garden, I saw the lady of the house sitting there enjoying the breeze.
Sitting next to her were a man and a woman.
The hostess remained indifferent, only occasionally taking out her handkerchief and coughing twice.
This displeased the couple.
"Sister, really, your body is so thin, how can you serve your husband like this?" Another woman leaned delicately against the man, as if she had no bones.
"Hmph, isn't this what my sister wanted? This way, she can have her husband all to herself. Why not?"
"I'm just afraid my sister will get jealous."
"Don't worry, I would never let such a thing happen. My sister is able to take good care of her husband all by herself, which is better than anything else."
"Sister, you should help your younger sister out sometimes, otherwise, I'm just too tired," the woman said with a charming laugh. "Husband, don't you think so?"
"Yes, I love Qingrou very much." The man hugged Qingrou tightly and kissed her lips.
The lady of the house remained unmoved, merely curving her lips into a slight smile.
"In that case, it's the elder sister's fault; she overlooked the younger sister's thoughts." She clapped her hands, and two women with veils covering their faces and dressed in light gauze slowly approached the man.
"This is a beauty I specially found for my husband, and also to help my sister bear the pressure."
The moment the two beauties' veils fell to the ground, the man's heart was completely captivated.
He immediately pushed away the woman named Qing Rou, and with one arm in each of hers, took her back to their room.
Qing Rou was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at her mistress.
"Sister is so generous, bringing us two beauties. Aren't you afraid that your husband will stop liking us?"
"As long as my husband is happy, that's all that matters."
“Ning Zixun, you are quite magnanimous. Well, your Ning family has already fallen, so naturally you should be sensible and try to curry favor with your husband.”
“I also have a nephew in the Kunlun Mountains. When he returns, he will surely be able to revive our Ning family,” Ning Zixun said coldly.
Upon hearing the words "Kunlun Mountain," Qing Rou couldn't help but shut her mouth.
The reason this family is still willing to give Ning Zixun face is precisely because of that nephew from Kunlun Mountain.
But it's been six or seven years already. There's still no news.
This family is probably about to reach their breaking point.
Taking her as a concubine was the first step.
If there is no further news after that, then he should divorce his wife.
"Sister, I only meant well."
Seeing that Ning Zixun didn't look at her, Qing Rou pouted, turned around and left, leaving Ning Zixun alone, staring blankly at the full moon in the sky.
I wonder how Hongze is doing now?
She lifted her handkerchief and pressed it against the corner of her eye.
Amu then leaped into her arms, letting out two loud cries.
This was the first time Amu had seen Ning Zixun's tears. Under the hazy moonlight, he felt that the woman in front of him was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.
Another year passed.
There is still no news about Ning Hong.
Ning Zixun's husband's family couldn't hold back any longer.
They wanted to divorce Ning Zixun, and some even wanted to kill her outright.
“The Ning family has completely fallen into ruin. We can’t let someone like her continue to occupy the position of our eldest daughter-in-law.”
"That's right, that's indeed the case. Even a single night of marriage can create a hundred nights of kindness. I can't bear to drive her away, nor do I want to kill her. I'll simply demote her to a concubine and let her continue to stay in this house."
They said nice things, but they were actually reluctant to part with Ning Zixun's good looks.
"No, you have a new wife now. It would be bad to keep the old one."
Ning Zixun's mother-in-law also chimed in.
She liked Ning Zixun very much back then, but Ning Zixun was just unlucky.
With the Ning family ruined, it's naturally inconvenient for them to keep Ning Zixun around.
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