Lu Qingyan moved to the side and saw a beautiful woman inside, with her maidservant helping her to wash and dress.
"Alas," the beautiful lady said with a worried expression, "I wonder when my master will come to me. I've been waiting for him for so long, why can't he see me?"
Lu Qingyan listened intently, the sorrow in that sentence even more intense than that of herself, a ghost, making it seem as if she were the vengeful spirit.
Lu Qingyan touched her nose and continued reading.
The maidservant also had a face similar to the woman's. It wasn't that they looked alike, nor did they have similar temperaments; it was an indescribable eeriness, like having an identical puppet placed next to someone.
She stood there motionless beside the beautiful woman, without saying a word.
The woman didn't need anyone to comfort her, and she sneered, "Forget it, whoever he likes is just a passing fancy. I don't need to use my skills with those vixens outside. Even Yue Niang, who was the most favored one back then, still died at my hands."
Upon hearing his words, Lu Qingyan felt a throbbing pain in her head. That name was like a key, unlocking her most unbearable memories.
The chaotic room, the mocking maids, the board falling on him, and the raging fire burning him.
Lu Qingyan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a hint of fierceness flashed across her face.
She stopped listening to what the woman was saying and instead found a place to process the plot and the original owner's memories.
This could be considered a supernatural tale set in ancient times. It's a small town with a modest but not insignificant population. People live monotonous lives, adhering to their rules and regulations. Neighbors get along very well, and fights are rare. Even strangers greet each other politely.
Even in the most cozy and harmonious small town, there are always one or two places that seem out of place:
Gambling dens and brothels.
It seems that the town itself is not very big, and there are only two or three irregular places.
More than 30 years ago, a scholar who was passing by somehow became entangled with a girl in the building.
The young woman was a virgin before, and this scholar was her first client. After spending time together, they developed genuine feelings for each other. The scholar was quite wealthy, so he redeemed her from her servitude and settled her in a small house before sending her to the capital to take the imperial examination.
Ever since that girl was redeemed, she has been devoted to him and has stayed here waiting for him to return.
Whether she should consider it good luck or not, not long after the scholar left, she discovered she was pregnant. After thinking about it, she decided to give birth to the child. She didn't care whether the child was a boy or a girl; she just couldn't bear to see the disappointment in his eyes.
Their relationship was so passionate and intense; without him, she was like a withered flower. The child was the embodiment of her burning emotions, and she couldn't bring herself to abort the child.
Not long after, she gave birth to a daughter.
That person didn't come back, but she was unwilling to give up. She still believed that as long as she waited, one day she would see that person return.
But she was destined to be disappointed, and this wait lasted for fourteen years. In those fourteen years, she did not receive a single letter from that person, yet she still refused to give up that faint glimmer of hope.
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