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I looked at the flames on the ground and then at the dark shadows outside the window, a strong and undeniable thought surged within me.
We must leave here, the sooner the better.
The flames devoured the old cloth, casting flickering shadows on the papered window.
The dark figure outside remained, never leaving.
That silent gaze felt like a cold knife pressed against my neck.
The smell of burning made it hard to breathe, and as I watched the past turn to ashes, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
I knew all too well that we had been exposed.
Leaving this place was not a choice; it was our only path to survival.
The next morning, before dawn had fully broken, I prepared to head out for my embroidery work as usual.
As I reached the mouth of the alley, a peddler carrying a bamboo basket approached me.
He lowered his hat brim, revealing a strange face adorned with a fawning smile.
"Madam, would you like to buy some flower thread? Top-quality Su embroidery thread, just arrived," he said, moving closer, though his voice lacked the booming quality typical of ordinary peddlers.
My heart skipped a beat; instinct told me something was off about this person.
"No, thank you," I replied coldly, preparing to bypass him.
He suddenly blocked my way, the flattery on his face vanishing, replaced by a sense of urgency and panic.
"Madam! A urgent message from Liu Manor! Xiao Yan... he... he fell into the icy river in the back garden!"
My mind exploded with a buzzing sound, as if someone had struck me hard with a blunt object.
Xiao Yan! Icy river! These two phrases pierced my eardrums like cold steel needles.
"What did you say?!" I grabbed his arm, my voice trembling with extreme fear.
"Hurry! Go to Liu Manor! Young Master Liu Chu's people are waiting for you!" He shook off my hand, anxiously pointing towards Liu Manor, then turned and hurried away, his back exuding a strange urgency.
I stood frozen at the alley's entrance, feeling as if all the blood in my body had congealed.
Icy river... Xiao Yan... My heart was gripped tightly by fear, leaving no room to consider the truth of this news.
Rationality told me this could be a trap from Liu Manor, but the name Xiao Yan drained me of all strength like a spell.
I stumbled towards Liu Manor.
Liu Manor.
The place I once thought was a refuge, which later turned into a nightmare.
When I was breathlessly led to Liu Chu's chamber by his personal maid, I did not see Xiao Yan.
The room was filled with a strong medicinal smell, mingled with the scent of mugwort and bitter herbs, making it suffocating.
Liu Chu lay pale and frail on the bed, his complexion frighteningly blue, his eye sockets sunken deep, leaving only his eyes—looking at me with a sickly obsession.
He said nothing, only slowly raised a hand.
My gaze followed his movement, landing on his neck.
There, a familiar cloth strap was wrapped around it.
It was the same strap I had used to bind myself when I breastfed him years ago.
In an instant, everything clicked into place. The ice river, Xiao Yan, were merely lies to lure me here.
My anger, worry, and fear crystallized into a bone-chilling coldness.
"You..." My voice was hoarse.
He looked at me, a weak and twisted smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, he tightened the strap around his neck.
His face turned a deep shade of purple, his breathing becoming heavy and rapid, as if he would suffocate at any moment.
"Cough... Youwei Sister... please... don't go... cough... stay with me... or... or I..."
He spoke in fits and starts, the threat in his voice unmistakable.
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