Zi Xi sat upright on the edge of the bed and shifted her body uncomfortably.
The wedding dress she was wearing was clearly ill-fitting.
The cuffs were too long, so she had to secretly roll them up from time to time, the shoulder line hanging down to her arms, revealing the old clothes with patches underneath.
The wedding dress was a striking bright red, but the phoenix pattern embroidered with gold thread was worn, presumably an old item used by one of the women in the Lu family.
The red veil on her head swayed gently in the night breeze blowing in from the window, its edges already frayed, which matched her hands covered in calluses.
With a loud bang, the sound of porcelain shattering suddenly came from next door, followed by a suppressed but painful growl.
Su Zixi's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly, but she quickly straightened up again.
This wasn't the first time she'd heard such a noise all night.
Since she was moved into this new house, similar noises have been heard three times from next door.
The sound of servants' hurried footsteps could also be heard.
"Young Master has gone mad again..."
"Quickly, go and fetch Doctor Li!"
"Hold the young master down, don't let him hurt himself!"
Those comments she thought she wouldn't hear, every single one of them, reached her ears.
This was not the marriage she had imagined; it was merely a traditional marriage arranged to bring good luck in the old society.
Therefore, even wedding attire is inappropriate.
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and an old butler dressed in a dark blue long gown walked in carrying a tray.
His face was expressionless; he simply placed the tray on the table, on which lay a bowl of lotus seed soup that had long since gone cold and a pot of cold tea.
"Young mistress, the young master ordered you to get out of here."
The butler's voice, like his personality, was flat and monotone.
When he said this, his gaze didn't even fall on Zi Xi; he simply lowered his head and respectfully stared at the small area in front of him.
The new house was deathly silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of candlelight popping.
A moment later, a slender hand slowly rose and lifted the red veil herself.
The veil was gently lifted, and candlelight fell on her face.
Her skin was fair and cool-toned, her nose bridge was perfectly high, and her eyes were the classic peach blossom eyes, but the corners of her eyes had a slight redness, as if she had just cried, or as if they were always filled with moisture.
Her lips were a natural berry color, and at this moment, her lips were slightly pursed, resembling flower petals wet with dew.
But what truly captivates the eye is the color of those pupils—extremely black and bright, like translucent obsidian.
Even the old butler was stunned when he looked up.
She has a face that could make the whole internet go viral for her first love, but she's unlucky enough to marry a rich young master.
"Mother, I must live on, and I will definitely cure you."
Ignoring the housekeeper, Zi Xi looked at herself in the mirror, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.
The moment the words left his mouth, another muffled thud came from next door, like a heavy object falling to the ground, accompanied by an even more painful, inhuman scream.
The old butler remained standing with his hands at his sides, as if he hadn't heard anything, waiting to take Miss Su out.
Zi Xi slowly stood up. She straightened the wedding dress she was wearing, which looked awkward no matter how she looked at it, and lowered the rolled-up sleeves.
Then she started walking.
The footsteps fell on the cold floor, making almost no sound.
She walked around the table with cold soup and tea, ignoring the butler beside her, and headed straight for the closed door.
It was the room next to hers that kept emitting dangerous noises.
The closer you get to the next room, the clearer the strong medicinal smell mixed with a rusty odor becomes.
The suppressed gasps and occasional groans, broken between teeth from extreme pain, that escaped from inside the door became all the more real.
A crack appeared on the old butler's usually placid face. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he instinctively took a step forward to stop him.
“Now that I have married into the Lu family, and my husband is unwell, even if I have to leave, I should at least say goodbye before I go.”
Zi Xi, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of her head and said something calmly before he could speak.
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