Shortly after arriving at the estate today, Qingdai was left to her own devices.
Sometimes, Qingdai often couldn’t help but think.
If her father were still alive, she probably wouldn’t have chosen revenge.
She truly wanted to live well, to savor the joys of life.
Her father had also told her not to carry the burden of the family’s grudge…
If possible, she really wished to live earnestly, one day at a time.
To do things she loved, spend time with people she liked, eat food she enjoyed…
How blissful that would be!
But how could she ever forget the murder of her father?
The Lin family—Lin Zhijing’s grandfather had killed her only family, her beloved father—
She might have been able to forget the family’s grudge…
But she could never forget the father who raised her single-handedly, so she had lived clinging to hatred—
Qingdai wondered if the hatred in her heart was too strong, picked up by the clever and perceptive Madam.
With remarkable skill, Madam had even managed to uncover some things about her: that she knew martial arts and bore a grudge against the Lin family…
One night, Madam spoke to her alone, saying she could help her get revenge.
Madam also informed her that Sheng Mingzhu had become Lin Zhijing’s junior fellow disciple.
Initially, Qingdai had chosen to come to the Sheng household to avoid trouble, and also in hopes of using the Sheng family’s connections to reach White Horse Temple someday, to kill the enemy and avenge her father.
She never expected Sheng Mingzhu would become Lin Zhijing’s junior fellow disciple!
“Madam, what do you need me to do?”
“Kill someone.”
“Who?”
“Not a good person. You’ll find out one day—”
And so, she and Madam reached an agreement.
Not long ago, Sheng Mingzhu returned from White Horse Temple and brought her enemy, Lin Zhijing, back with her.
Although Lin Zhijing’s grandfather was still hiding at White Horse Temple.
If she crippled Lin Zhijing, she believed that old man would come out.
Today at the Murong estate, after the young ladies left, Madam gave her a few instructions and let her roam freely.
She had been secretly observing Lin Zhijing.
Lin Zhijing seemed to be up to something with a few Murong servants.
Later, she saw Lin Zhijing’s servant slip an aphrodisiac to a man, who was then taken by Murong servants to a building called Xia’an Tower.
Another servant was lurking in the bushes, acting suspiciously.
Sensing something wrong, Qingdai hid in a tree to see how things would unfold.
Unexpectedly, she saw the Seventh Young Lady and Hongdou arrive.
The person in the bushes left with a sinister smile after seeing the Seventh Young Lady enter the room.
Remembering Madam’s instruction—to always rescue the Young Miss (her cousin) if she was in trouble—Qingdai had asked what if it were the Seventh Young Lady. She saw a cold gleam flash in Madam’s eyes, who told her not to bother.
Qingdai was getting used to such things.
Over the years by Madam’s side, she realized that Madam’s apparent “affection” for her own children wasn’t entirely genuine.
She didn’t ask why; everyone had secrets. If Madam wanted her to know, she would tell her one day.
However, now seeing the Seventh Young Lady fall into a trap, Qingdai hesitated a little. After all, the Seventh Young Lady was Madam’s own daughter.
If the Seventh Young Lady’s virtue was ruined by some pig-headed man, would Madam regret it later?
But before she could dwell on it, Qingdai saw the Seventh Young Lady take something from her robe and eat it, immediately regaining her strength. She hurried out, pulling Hongdou to take another path.
Relieved, Qingdai followed and saw the Seventh Young Lady and Hongdou encounter a furtive figure heading toward Xia’an Tower on the detour back.
That figure looked ill-intentioned.
But what shocked Qingdai even more was that the Seventh Young Lady found a wooden stick, knocked the person unconscious without a hint of hesitation in her expression or movements, then quickly carried the unconscious girl back to Xia’an Tower with Hongdou…
Not only that, the Seventh Young Lady also fed a pill into the girl’s mouth…
Qingdai’s intuition told her it was certainly nothing good.
She felt as if struck by lightning.
For a moment, she thought the Seventh Young Lady was truly Madam’s daughter!
That decisive, vengeful, and audacious personality was so similar to Madam’s.
After finishing, the Seventh Young Lady calmly patted her hands and ran off with Hongdou.
Meanwhile, Murong Yan received good news.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
Some time ago, Lin Zhijing had approached her, asking for a small favor.
Murong Yan then learned that Lin Zhijing wanted to deal with that wild girl during the banquet to vent his anger for Sheng Mingzhu.
That wild girl was on good terms with Duanmu Rui and had humiliated Murong Yan at Libai Tower last time, so Murong Yan also wanted to retaliate.
With Lin Zhijing offering to help, how could she refuse?
She wasn’t afraid of causing such a scandal at the banquet and angering her mother, because she knew well her mother’s hatred for the Princess.
Striking at the Princess’s daughter’s friend was akin to striking at the Princess herself; her mother would only be pleased.
Besides, what could happen in this estate without her mother’s knowledge?
So she deliberately asked her mother to lend Aunt Ping, and her mother agreed.
Thus, Murong Yan became even more brazen. Even if things escalated and displeased her grandmother, her mother would protect her.
Murong Yan eagerly anticipated that wild girl being defiled by the useless Dong family’s illegitimate son, Dong Bing, and eventually marrying into the Dong family in disgrace…
Dong Qianqian said Dong Bing was extremely lustful, having preyed on all the maids and servants around him.
Dong Bing was also a gambling addict who beat people when he lost…
Thus, Dong Bing was despised by Minister Dong and even more hated by the Dong family’s matriarch…
If that wild girl married him, she would suffer immensely.
Murong Yan wanted to see if, married to such a waste, that wild girl could still act arrogantly in front of her!
To give Dong Bing more time to “cook the rice,” Murong Yan waited a while longer.
Then, using a random excuse, she led a group of young ladies toward Xia’an Tower.
Approaching the entrance, Murong Yan heard sweet, seductive sounds from inside…
She trembled with excitement, screaming inwardly!
“County Princess, this… this…”
A young lady seemed to sense something amiss, stammering with a flushed face, whether from shame or anger.
Others, slower to catch on, were prompted by their maids and understood, their faces turning as red as monkey bottoms.
They wanted to leave, not wanting to taint their eyes.
But their feet seemed rooted, unwilling to miss such juicy gossip.
Murong Yan gave Aunt Ping a look, and Aunt Ping immediately darkened her face, saying:
“What lowly, shameless servants dare carry on like this, polluting the ears of the County Princess and esteemed guests—
“You there, drag those inside out and give them twenty heavy strokes, then sell them off!”
Aunt Ping pointed at several maids, who dared not disobey and went in.
Screams erupted almost immediately—
Then, a young maid rushed out, pale and trembling:
“County Princess, inside… it’s not servants…”
Murong Yan, of course, knew it wasn’t servants inside—it was that wild girl.
If not for her noble maiden status, she would have gone in herself to see that wild girl’s disheveled and despair.
She feigned anger:
“Blind fools! If not servants, then who?”
Several other maids also ran out in terror, kneeling and shaking like sieves.
Aunt Ping scolded, “Ill-mannered wretches! The master asks, and you go mute?”
“It’s… the Dong family’s Second Young Master…
“And… and…”
Murong Yan could barely suppress the smile tugging at her lips, waiting for the servant to name that wild girl.
But the next moment, the name she heard froze her in place.
Shortly after arriving at the estate today, Qingdai was left to her own devices.
Sometimes, Qingdai often couldn’t help but think.
If her father were still alive, she probably wouldn’t have chosen revenge.
She truly wanted to live well, to savor the joys of life.
Her father had also told her not to carry the burden of the family’s grudge…
If possible, she really wished to live earnestly, one day at a time.
To do things she loved, spend time with people she liked, eat food she enjoyed…
How blissful that would be!
But how could she ever forget the murder of her father?
The Lin family—Lin Zhijing’s grandfather had killed her only family, her beloved father—
She might have been able to forget the family’s grudge…
But she could never forget the father who raised her single-handedly, so she had lived clinging to hatred—
Qingdai wondered if the hatred in her heart was too strong, picked up by the clever and perceptive Madam.
With remarkable skill, Madam had even managed to uncover some things about her: that she knew martial arts and bore a grudge against the Lin family…
One night, Madam spoke to her alone, saying she could help her get revenge.
Madam also informed her that Sheng Mingzhu had become Lin Zhijing’s junior fellow disciple.
Initially, Qingdai had chosen to come to the Sheng household to avoid trouble, and also in hopes of using the Sheng family’s connections to reach White Horse Temple someday, to kill the enemy and avenge her father.
She never expected Sheng Mingzhu would become Lin Zhijing’s junior fellow disciple!
“Madam, what do you need me to do?”
“Kill someone.”
“Who?”
“Not a good person. You’ll find out one day—”
And so, she and Madam reached an agreement.
Not long ago, Sheng Mingzhu returned from White Horse Temple and brought her enemy, Lin Zhijing, back with her.
Although Lin Zhijing’s grandfather was still hiding at White Horse Temple.
If she crippled Lin Zhijing, she believed that old man would come out.
Today at the Murong estate, after the young ladies left, Madam gave her a few instructions and let her roam freely.
She had been secretly observing Lin Zhijing.
Lin Zhijing seemed to be up to something with a few Murong servants.
Later, she saw Lin Zhijing’s servant slip an aphrodisiac to a man, who was then taken by Murong servants to a building called Xia’an Tower.
Another servant was lurking in the bushes, acting suspiciously.
Sensing something wrong, Qingdai hid in a tree to see how things would unfold.
Unexpectedly, she saw the Seventh Young Lady and Hongdou arrive.
The person in the bushes left with a sinister smile after seeing the Seventh Young Lady enter the room.
Remembering Madam’s instruction—to always rescue the Young Miss (her cousin) if she was in trouble—Qingdai had asked what if it were the Seventh Young Lady. She saw a cold gleam flash in Madam’s eyes, who told her not to bother.
Qingdai was getting used to such things.
Over the years by Madam’s side, she realized that Madam’s apparent “affection” for her own children wasn’t entirely genuine.
She didn’t ask why; everyone had secrets. If Madam wanted her to know, she would tell her one day.
However, now seeing the Seventh Young Lady fall into a trap, Qingdai hesitated a little. After all, the Seventh Young Lady was Madam’s own daughter.
If the Seventh Young Lady’s virtue was ruined by some pig-headed man, would Madam regret it later?
But before she could dwell on it, Qingdai saw the Seventh Young Lady take something from her robe and eat it, immediately regaining her strength. She hurried out, pulling Hongdou to take another path.
Relieved, Qingdai followed and saw the Seventh Young Lady and Hongdou encounter a furtive figure heading toward Xia’an Tower on the detour back.
That figure looked ill-intentioned.
But what shocked Qingdai even more was that the Seventh Young Lady found a wooden stick, knocked the person unconscious without a hint of hesitation in her expression or movements, then quickly carried the unconscious girl back to Xia’an Tower with Hongdou…
Not only that, the Seventh Young Lady also fed a pill into the girl’s mouth…
Qingdai’s intuition told her it was certainly nothing good.
She felt as if struck by lightning.
For a moment, she thought the Seventh Young Lady was truly Madam’s daughter!
That decisive, vengeful, and audacious personality was so similar to Madam’s.
After finishing, the Seventh Young Lady calmly patted her hands and ran off with Hongdou.
Meanwhile, Murong Yan received good news.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
Some time ago, Lin Zhijing had approached her, asking for a small favor.
Murong Yan then learned that Lin Zhijing wanted to deal with that wild girl during the banquet to vent his anger for Sheng Mingzhu.
That wild girl was on good terms with Duanmu Rui and had humiliated Murong Yan at Libai Tower last time, so Murong Yan also wanted to retaliate.
With Lin Zhijing offering to help, how could she refuse?
She wasn’t afraid of causing such a scandal at the banquet and angering her mother, because she knew well her mother’s hatred for the Princess.
Striking at the Princess’s daughter’s friend was akin to striking at the Princess herself; her mother would only be pleased.
Besides, what could happen in this estate without her mother’s knowledge?
So she deliberately asked her mother to lend Aunt Ping, and her mother agreed.
Thus, Murong Yan became even more brazen. Even if things escalated and displeased her grandmother, her mother would protect her.
Murong Yan eagerly anticipated that wild girl being defiled by the useless Dong family’s illegitimate son, Dong Bing, and eventually marrying into the Dong family in disgrace…
Dong Qianqian said Dong Bing was extremely lustful, having preyed on all the maids and servants around him.
Dong Bing was also a gambling addict who beat people when he lost…
Thus, Dong Bing was despised by Minister Dong and even more hated by the Dong family’s matriarch…
If that wild girl married him, she would suffer immensely.
Murong Yan wanted to see if, married to such a waste, that wild girl could still act arrogantly in front of her!
To give Dong Bing more time to “cook the rice,” Murong Yan waited a while longer.
Then, using a random excuse, she led a group of young ladies toward Xia’an Tower.
Approaching the entrance, Murong Yan heard sweet, seductive sounds from inside…
She trembled with excitement, screaming inwardly!
“County Princess, this… this…”
A young lady seemed to sense something amiss, stammering with a flushed face, whether from shame or anger.
Others, slower to catch on, were prompted by their maids and understood, their faces turning as red as monkey bottoms.
They wanted to leave, not wanting to taint their eyes.
But their feet seemed rooted, unwilling to miss such juicy gossip.
Murong Yan gave Aunt Ping a look, and Aunt Ping immediately darkened her face, saying:
“What lowly, shameless servants dare carry on like this, polluting the ears of the County Princess and esteemed guests—
“You there, drag those inside out and give them twenty heavy strokes, then sell them off!”
Aunt Ping pointed at several maids, who dared not disobey and went in.
Screams erupted almost immediately—
Then, a young maid rushed out, pale and trembling:
“County Princess, inside… it’s not servants…”
Murong Yan, of course, knew it wasn’t servants inside—it was that wild girl.
If not for her noble maiden status, she would have gone in herself to see that wild girl’s disheveled and despair.
She feigned anger:
“Blind fools! If not servants, then who?”
Several other maids also ran out in terror, kneeling and shaking like sieves.
Aunt Ping scolded, “Ill-mannered wretches! The master asks, and you go mute?”
“It’s… the Dong family’s Second Young Master…
“And… and…”
Murong Yan could barely suppress the smile tugging at her lips, waiting for the servant to name that wild girl.
But the next moment, the name she heard froze her in place.
