Nothing happened that day.
Lin Daiyu did not go out all day.
However, Bai Sang was unusually anxious.
Lin Daiyu was not allowed to compose poetry, but in the original novel, when Yuan Chun visited her relatives, everyone was required to compose a poem.
She can't miss the occasion tomorrow.
After dinner, Lin Daiyu looked at Bai Sang.
"Sister Zijuan, what are you afraid of?"
Bai Sang hesitated for a moment before asking.
"When the eldest daughter returns tomorrow, all the young masters and ladies in our household will be required to compose poems."
Lin Daiyu's dark eyes gleamed with a faint green light in the candlelight.
"You don't want me to write poetry?"
Lin Daiyu noticed Bai Sang's hesitation.
"Sister Zijuan, there's no escaping it, you know better than I do."
Bai Sang remained silent.
"I don't want to be outdone by others."
Her words left Bai Sang speechless.
Forget it, we can't just let her destroy our target. We'll just let her go far away then.
That day, starting at three in the morning, the entire Jia family was busy.
Bai Sang went to the Grand View Garden under the cover of night and found that it had been completed in just one night.
The sight of the Grand View Garden in the darkness of night made Bai Sang shiver several times.
She felt that not only the trees, but even the buildings in the Grand View Garden seemed to have their own life.
"Grandmother, you should go back and rest first. The eldest daughter won't be back until tonight."
Having heard this, Lin Daiyu and the others dispersed.
Grandma Jia called Lin Daiyu to her courtyard to rest.
At 4 p.m., everyone went to the main gate to wait again.
They waited until 8 o'clock.
Bai Sang had read many scholars' analyses, and looking at the setting sun and the blank yet joyful expressions of the Jia family members, he felt a deep sense of emotion.
How incredibly dense must they be to send themselves down a path of no return?
When Jia Yuanchun appeared, Bai Sang was utterly stunned.
If it weren't for that palace attire, those headdresses, and the fact that Jia Yuanchun's identity was already known, Bai Sang would have thought that this was a zombie.
With a green face and fangs, it reeked of decay, and its skin and flesh were torn open piece by piece, somewhat resembling a squirrel fish with cuts.
Bai Sang felt she couldn't look at the squirrel fish the same way anymore.
However, the Jia family did not find anything unusual at all.
They went to greet her, took Jia Yuanchun's hand affectionately, and wept together.
After visiting the Grand View Garden, Bai Sang followed at a distance.
As Bai Sang passed by Xiaoxiang Pavilion, she was surprised to see a figure flash by inside.
Her clothes and figure bore a striking resemblance to the now-vanished Xueyan.
When Bai Sang looked over again, the place was empty.
After the visit ended and they cried for a while, it was time for the young people to compose poems.
By the time Lin Daiyu sat down, Bai Sang had already walked far away.
There are too many people tonight. If there's still no sign of the gate opening by tomorrow night, Bai Sang definitely has to go to the Grand View Garden to take a look.
She believed her own eyes.
Standing in a secluded corner, Bai Sang waited silently.
Laughter and cheerful voices could be heard from inside the house from time to time, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
Behind them, an artificial hill.
"The Rongguo Mansion is far too grand."
"The last time a daughter-in-law died, the scale of it was...tsk tsk. To be very disrespectful, even when a concubine in our palace died, there wasn't such a grand spectacle."
Bai Sang lowered her head and pretended to be deaf.
According to the rules, she must learn to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Moreover, if she were to say these words, she would face no other outcome than being beaten to death.
Her only worry now is Lin Daiyu, who insists on writing poetry.
In the midst of the tension, Bai Sang suddenly heard a loud bang from inside the house.
"I hate it so much, I hate it so much..."
"Why are you sending me in? Why? I don't want to go..."
"I died so tragically. That thin bowstring cut into my neck. It hurts so much."
It's Jia Yuanchun!
Before any of the strange occurrences could react, Bai Sang swiftly approached the room.
Jia Yuanchun's body, scarred by the knife wounds, became unusually thin.
Only one of its heads is particularly large, somewhat resembling a steamed bun stuck on a chopstick.
"Why, why, why do the four great families insist on sending me alone?"
The knife marks on her body exploded one by one, splattering dark blood all over the room.
Old Mrs. Jia and Mrs. Wang rushed forward to comfort her.
Lin Daiyu took a few steps back, stood in the corner, and looked up at everything.
Unable to enter, Bai Sang pretended to be worried about Lin Daiyu, but actually listened to the sounds inside.
It wasn't long before Jia Yuanchun went berserk, and it was already past 2 a.m.
The eunuch came to the door and reminded Jia Yuanchun that it was time to go back.
Without composing a poem and avoiding losing his composure in front of others, Bai Sang took a few steps back and returned to the shadows.
She had just regained her footing when a pair of cold hands wrapped around her neck from behind.
"Sister Zijuan, how has the young lady been these days?"
That voice, that tone...
It is a snow goose.
She wasn't mistaken.
"Sister Zijuan, why aren't you saying anything?"
Bai Sang remained silent, letting those arms wrap around her neck.
"Sister Zijuan, I've finally made it back, why aren't you welcoming me?"
"Do you know how difficult it is to come back from a place like this where people eat people?"
Bai Sang gritted her teeth and remained silent.
Seeing that Bai Sang remained silent, Xueyan tightened her grip, making it difficult for Bai Sang to breathe.
"It's a rare opportunity tonight. This resentment, this hatred, is truly delicious."
Xueyan's words immediately reminded Bai Sang of Shen Yuan.
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