The hour of Chou (1-3 AM) had passed, and all was quiet; the whole world seemed to be immersed in a deep dream. However, in this tranquil moment, a dark shadow quietly appeared at the window.
This person was none other than A-Ying. She tiptoed open the door and carefully walked in.
The moonlight shone like water on Aying, illuminating her slightly tired face, but the fragrant roast chicken she was carrying was particularly eye-catching.
When Aying entered the room and found that Rong Ning was still awake, a warm feeling welled up in her heart.
"Your Highness, you haven't been waiting for me all night, have you?"
Aying's voice trembled with excitement, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Waaah...waaah..."
She sobbed as she looked at Rong Ning with grateful eyes.
However, Rong Ning didn't seem to care about A Ying's affected performance.
Her gaze remained fixed on the roast chicken, her eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.
At this moment, Rong Ning seemed to be thinking about something important, completely unaffected by A Ying's emotions.
Seeing her like that, Aying secretly wondered if her mistress was starving.
Are you craving that roast chicken? So she hurried over and carefully placed the roast chicken on the table, saying, "This was specially instructed by Miss Mo'er to be sent to Your Highness! She said she was worried that Your Highness, being new here, might not be able to adapt to the food in our Prime Minister's residence, and that you might go hungry in the middle of the night, so she specially prepared this fragrant roast chicken."
Look at how considerate and attentive Miss Mo'er is to His Highness!
As Aying spoke, she gently peeled back the oil paper wrapping the roast chicken, and an enticing aroma instantly filled the air. The chicken was golden brown, its skin glistening slightly with oil, clearly still steaming hot. Aying smiled broadly at the person before her and continued, "Your Highness, look! This roast chicken is still warm! It tastes best when eaten hot! I'm sure it will satisfy your taste buds."
"Wow, it smells so good..."
Muttering to herself, Rong Ning slowly and laboriously climbed out of the soft, comfortable bed.
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, her hair a mess, but the alluring fragrance was like an invisible hand, completely waking her up, and she no longer cared about her appearance.
"Mmm, this smells so tempting!" Rong Ning couldn't help but swallow. "Oh my, I have to say, this aroma has really made my stomach rumble with hunger!"
As she spoke, she walked over to the dining table with a grin and picked up a fragrant roasted chicken leg.
Rong Ning skillfully broke the chicken leg into two pieces, handing the larger piece to A Ying who was standing to the side, and then took the smaller piece herself and began to gnaw on it.
He mumbled through his mouth, "Hehehe, I think this tastes absolutely amazing! I have to say, Mo'er really knows me."
By the way, Ying, what did Mo'er say about that matter?
Aying leisurely picked up a fragrant chicken leg, took a big bite, and the tender, juicy meat instantly filled her mouth. She chewed it slowly, savoring the rich aroma of the meat spreading on her tongue. Then, she picked up the delicate teacup beside her, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and let the greasiness in her mouth ease slightly.
She was being deliberately mysterious, and Rong Ning didn't press her for an answer.
Seeing that she wasn't in a hurry, Aying didn't want to dawdle any longer. She took a breath and slowly replied, "Speaking of this matter, there's a reason why the Second Madam is always causing trouble in the mansion!"
She has a younger brother, who is the youngest child in the family. He has been pampered since childhood and can have whatever he wants.
Just a few years ago, this young master went to brothels to seek pleasure. Coincidentally, he took a fancy to a beautiful young woman there. But little did he know, at the same time, a poor scholar also fell in love with the same girl.
Ah Ying paused, seemingly recalling the scene, before continuing, "These two men used all their skills to win the beauty's heart. However, the girl was moved by the scholar's talent and ultimately chose to spend the night with him."
Logically, the matter should have ended here.
But who would have thought that the young master would be so narrow-minded? Although he didn't retaliate at the time, as soon as they left the brothel, he immediately ordered his wicked servants to corner the poor scholar in a secluded alley.
At this point, Aying frowned, a look of pity on her face. "Those villains were really vicious. They beat the scholar, who was powerless, with punches and kicks until he was covered in wounds and barely breathing."
In the end, the scholar succumbed to his injuries and died with resentment.
Alas... it's truly heartbreaking!
The morning after that person was killed, sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves and dappled the ground, as if nothing had changed.
The matter should have ended there, but the young master did something shocking—he took out a large sum of money just to redeem the girl from her servitude.
He took the girl away from the brothel and settled her in a quiet residence.
The girl in the building thought it would be a beautiful romance, but who could have imagined that what awaited her was a nightmarish torment.
As the days went by, rumors about that girl gradually increased.
Some say she is always in tears, others say she always carries scars.
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