Those forcibly taken into the manor were treated worse than servants. Servants, at least, had a status of slavery, and even their deaths had to be reported. Those forcibly taken into the manor were simply told they were gone, and from then on, they had no identity whatsoever. Without proper documentation, they were practically as good as dead. Even if they died, no one would care.
As his thoughts raced, the male ghost looked at Lu Qingyan with pity in his eyes.
"Then... how did you die?" the male ghost asked, seemingly having developed a particular fondness for observing how others died after becoming a ghost, or comparing their deaths with his own experiences to find that eerie sense of balance.
A woman of Yue Niang's status was destined for a bad end. Just look at how young Lu Qingyan looks now; you can tell she didn't have a good outcome.
Lu Qingyan had nothing to hide from him, so she told him about Yue Niang's experiences of being robbed and framed.
He sighed, "They certainly died much more tragically than me. I also died without knowing why. At the time, I didn't have any duties in the courtyard; I just ran errands for the master. Then one day, they suddenly accused me of stealing, and without letting me explain, they beat me to death. I died without ever knowing what crime I had committed, and I was filled with resentment!"
Lu Qingyan's eyelashes fluttered. What right did a servant have to be so particular? Where was there any chance to plead for justice? If the master said you were wrong, then you were wrong. If the master wanted your life, he could just find any excuse. What could anyone else say?
As the male ghost spoke, his malevolent aura grew stronger: "If it were just me, I could let it go, but why did they kill my parents, brothers, and sisters? They weren't working here. What's wrong with loving them? My poorest brother, who was only a little over a month old when he was born, is about to be reincarnated again."
Seeing his eyes growing increasingly red, Lu Qingyan knew something was wrong. A surge of yin energy erupted from her body, enveloping him. However, in a short while, the ghost returned to normal.
He gratefully thanked Lu Qingyan, "Thank you for saving my life, young lady. My name is Changsheng. May I ask how you should address me?"
Lu Qingyan was at a loss for words. She never expected that even after hundreds of years, she would still be able to meet an immortal.
I wonder what the connection is between this immortality and the immortality hundreds of years later?
Lu Qingyan smiled and nodded, as if to say hello: "My name is Yue Niang."
"Moon Maiden," he called out, seemingly savoring the name. "Your name doesn't quite suit you."
Lu Qingyan raised an eyebrow: "Judging from the way you talk, I think you're someone who's been to school."
If this person hadn't called himself a servant, Lu Qingyan would have truly believed he was the master of the house. He always spoke and acted with decorum, except when he was controlled by hostility.
Changsheng lowered his eyes: "When things were still going well at home, I read a few books, but later the harvest was bad and I was sold into slavery, so I didn't read much anymore. In the first few years when I was with my master, I received a lot of benefits and gained a lot of knowledge. Nobody expected what would happen later..."
He didn't continue, and Lu Qingyan knew that what followed was his tragic story. Later, he unwittingly offended his master and lost his life.
Forgetting about those painful memories, Lu Qingyan was more curious about their new lives: "I only regained consciousness today, what about you?" Lu Qingyan asked.
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