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Zhao Qiushui was kicked by the man in black and flew far away, crashing into a tree before falling to the ground. Instantly, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Lying motionless on the ground, she curled her body, surrounded by a pool of her own blood.
The two men in black approached her, still unsatisfied, and kicked her again. One of them said, "She’s fainted."
"Yeah, let’s go. The master has shown mercy this time by not dismembering her. After all, she is one of the master's favorite concubines. I heard that when they pulled her out, her body was completely stiff. The doctor diagnosed that she was two months pregnant. The master was heartbroken and furious; this wicked woman deserves to die."
Another voice chimed in.
"What should we do? Just leave her here? What if she dies?"
"The Wang family will be here soon. They've been patient with her for a long time. Our mission is complete; let’s go. It’s freezing out here and quite eerie. She won’t die right away anyway. Thankfully, Wang Shoucai, that old fox, came up with this clever plan to trap her. Otherwise, she would have continued to act arrogantly just because of her connections, disregarding human life."
"But what if a living person goes missing? What will we do when they investigate?"
"Are you stupid? We still have the Xia family's scapegoat! Xia Muxin didn’t die after all; when they investigate, she’ll be the first one they look for."
"The master’s plan is truly flawless."
As their voices faded into the distance, they completely forgot about the heinous act they had just committed.
Zhao Qiushui, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened her bloodthirsty eyes. Her whole body ached unbearably as her nails scraped against the snow, leaving trails of crimson blood. After a long moment of silence, she whispered to herself: He Cong, Wang Shoucai, if I survive this, I will make sure your ancestors suffer in hell for eternity...
She tried to get up from the ground, but as soon as her hands pushed against the earth, a sharp pain surged through her arms and spread throughout her body, causing her to collapse back into the snow.
Faint footsteps echoed nearby, followed by a rough voice:
"Hurry up, hurry up! This place is all set. If she dies, we won't get a good price."
As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Qiushui shivered, suddenly closing her eyes and losing consciousness completely.
Moments later, two men in black glided over like phantoms. They exchanged a glance and then lifted the cold, lifeless Zhao Qiushui from the ground and flew off in one direction.
*
In a daze, Zhao Qiushui restlessly twisted her body. The air was thick with the scent of heavy makeup and perfume, accompanied by a sweet, sultry voice.
"Mommy~~ this Flower Fairy Girl hasn't woken up yet."
The voice was so sweet and intoxicating that it seemed to seep into her bones.
Zhao Qiushui felt no trace of the cold she remembered; it seemed she was covered with a blanket. If it weren't for the sharp pain on her face, she would almost believe everything from last night was just a dream. Suddenly opening her eyes, she saw pink curtains, a bright red quilt, heavily made-up faces, and countless colorful objects flashing before her.
"Where is this? Who are you?"
The dazzling colors made her head spin. Suddenly, she sat up abruptly and stared at the five or six women in revealing outfits and heavy makeup—Yingying and Yan Yan—exclaiming in surprise.
"Wow... Flower Fairy Girl, you're awake! Yingying, Yan Yan, quickly attend to Flower Fairy Girl's bath and dressing; the guests have been waiting for a long time."
As soon as she finished speaking, a plump middle-aged woman with a barrel-shaped waist approached, holding a small fan adorned with explicit images of men and women. With each step, the makeup on her face flaked off slightly. When she got closer to Zhao Qiushui, she exclaimed excitedly.
Although Zhao Qiushui's appearance had been marred, it was not completely ruined. She had a scar about an inch long on each side of her face, with dried blood that looked like it had been treated with ointment. Even so, she was still more attractive than the other women present; with a little bit of dressing up, she could still be considered a beauty.
Moreover, she was a newcomer. The customers were generous, but it was unfortunate that the Red Lotus Pavilion hadn't received new girls in a while, and the regulars had grown tired of the same faces. Today, with a fresh girl in sight, how could they not get excited?
The four big spenders were all eager to try something new. In the end, they decided to join forces for the first time at the Red Lotus Pavilion.
The heavy gold coins dazzled her eyes; it had been a long time since she had seen such a large sum.
This flower demon was indeed her fortune god.
Just as the madam's voice faded, two scantily clad women approached with smiles, grabbing Zhao Qiushui and starting to dress her up.
"Let go of me! I am Zhao Qiushui, daughter of the Deputy Minister of Revenue! Do you believe my father will have your heads if he hears about this?"
Zhao Qiushui was used to being in the spotlight and knew quite a bit about such places. At that moment, however, she struggled hard, shouting loudly while scratching at the faces of the two women. Her strength pushed them away considerably, leaving marks on their faces as they looked at their madam and began to cry.
Seeing this, the madam slapped Zhao Qiushui hard across the face, causing her head to turn to one side and leaving her dazed for a moment. The previously flattering smile on the madam's face vanished, replaced by a cold expression as she thundered:
"Once you enter my Red Lotus Pavilion, even queens and princesses must obey me. Be sensible and cooperate with your bathing and dressing; otherwise..."
She deliberately elongated her words when suddenly four tall and muscular men appeared from nowhere. They were bare-chested, their solid muscles rippling as they approached with greedy eyes fixed on Zhao Qiushui, even drooling slightly as their excitement became evident.
"These men have all taken Soul-Devouring Powder; they are meant to deal with disobedient girls. It is said that when they team up, none can survive to see the sun rise again. Even if they kill you, they will ensure you are finished before the effects wear off."
The madam narrowed her cold eyes, pointing at the four big men and speaking with clarity that struck Zhao Qiushui's heart like a knife slowly carving away at her flesh.
Seeing that she no longer struggled, the madam signaled to the two women, who understood immediately and took Zhao Qiushui away for a bath.
"Hmph..."
A chilling smile crept onto the madam's lips as she disdainfully glanced at the dazed Zhao Qiushui before walking out while fanning herself.
She had experienced this situation many times; those girls who came in desperate always ended up obediently following her arrangements.
After bathing and getting dressed, Zhao Qiushui was fed something before being led into a seemingly extravagant room.
After being slapped by the madam, she had lost all expression, like a puppet, though the burning pain on her face was particularly evident.
The two women helped her into the room, locked the door, and left.
Before long, four middle-aged men approached, varying in size and shape, their bodies reeking of copper.
At this moment, Zhao Qiushui finally reacted. She rushed toward the door, but with her limited strength, she ended up in one man's embrace as he grinned lewdly:
"Hey, looks like we got ourselves a good catch today."
The other three men looked her over with lecherous eyes that seemed to pierce through her clothing.
Zhao Qiushui struggled out of the man's grasp and pointed at them fiercely.
"I am the daughter of the Deputy Minister of Revenue. If you dare to touch me today, I will ensure that you are torn apart by five horses in the future."
"Hey, that's spicy. I like it."
As soon as she finished speaking, another man behind her groped her again and said in a lewd voice.
Zhao Qiushui was furious. She aimed for the exit ahead and began to kick and swing her limbs wildly at the several men. After dodging skillfully, they easily subdued her.
"Looks like she won't give in unless we give her a taste of sweetness."
Zhao Qiushui, who had been subdued, was still punching and kicking when suddenly, a man tore open her semi-transparent clothing with a loud rip. In an instant, she was left exposed in front of the four men. The man who had spoken earlier's eyes lit up as he had already drawn his weapon...
Time passed without her noticing. Under the influence of the drug, Zhao Qiushui was forced to comply with the four men from morning until night, and then from night until morning. At this moment, her whole body ached so much that she didn't even want to move her fingers, lying limply on the bed. The four men had already dressed and left, extremely satisfied.
She curled her fingers tightly into the soft cotton blanket. Just then, the door creaked open, and a disfigured girl of about sixteen or seventeen entered with a basin of water.
The girl looked at Zhao Qiushui, who was covered in marks on the bed, and a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. She placed the basin down and said coldly, "Wash your face."
After a long while, Zhao Qiushui finally turned her gaze towards the girl and exclaimed in surprise, "You..."
The girl curled her lips into a cold smile and then squatted down to wring out a towel before vigorously wiping Zhao Qiushui's face.
She used all her strength to scrub Zhao Qiushui's face harshly. The ointment that had formed scabs on her skin was rubbed off again, causing blood to flow freely.
Zhao Qiushui nearly suffocated under the thick towel. Seeing that she was limp and her eyes were turning pale, the girl threw the towel harshly into the Wooden Basin and coldly said:
"It is truly an honor that Miss Zhao still remembers this servant."
As she spoke, a smile of revenge tugged at her lips as she picked up the Wooden Basin and slowly walked towards the door.
She was Yan Zhouwan, the youngest daughter of the former Zhangshan County Magistrate, Yan Zhiqing. Four years ago, He Cong resorted to unscrupulous means to become the county magistrate, harming his colleagues. Her father, mother, and brother all died tragically. She and her sister were sold to the remote Yihong Building, and the person mentioned by the old madam who could not see Tomorrow's Sun was her sister.
She watched helplessly as her sister was killed by four men. In her sister's last moments, she knocked over a candle in the room, igniting a fire. At that time, she intended to escape amidst the chaos, but she realized that such an escape would be worthless; she wanted to see these people die one by one.
The reason He Cong dared to act this way was due to the instigation of Zhao Weiran. Her father had been implicated in a land tax matter, and he sought to annihilate her family. At that time, she was twelve years old, the same age as Zhao Qiushui. Her brother's head was kicked around by the Zhao Family Brothers until Zhao Qiushui brought a dog that directly took away her brother's head...
After that fire, not only was her face disfigured, but her legs were also burned beyond recognition. When she woke up on the brink of death, she pretended to have forgotten everything, which spared her life from the old madam.
Zhao Qiushui lay on the bed as if her soul had been sucked out. This woman would remember even if turned to ashes because at that moment, she had allowed a dog to take away her brother's head. She rushed over and pinned Zhao Qiushui down, beating her fiercely. After being pulled away by others, Zhao Qiushui begged her father to sell them sisters, and before selling them, he carved a Slave Character on their faces.
"Hehehe... Hehehe..."
Suddenly, Zhao Qiushui laughed maniacally.
"He Cong, Wang Shoucai, I will make sure you are torn to pieces... I will make sure you are torn to pieces..."
*
At the Wang family residence, Zhao Qiushui's sudden disappearance had left the entire Wang family in a panic. They reported it to He Cong in the county office; however, there had been a death of a Concubine in the county recently—rumor had it that it was a case of two lives lost with one body—and for several days now, He Cong had been shutting himself away.
Seeing this situation unfold, the Wang family had no choice but to search for Zhao Qiushui at Daimiao Mountain. However, after several days of searching without any sign of her, they could only sigh and wait at home for news.
After all, it was impossible for a living person to just disappear without a reason...
The snow had stopped for several days, and Xia Muxin's home was bustling with activity because her brother, Xia Tieshu, was getting married in just over ten days.
The sky had cleared up these past few days, and the warm sunlight shone down on the vast expanse of white snow, creating a beautiful scene. However, Shen Muhan did not take Xia Muxin to watch the sunset as he usually would. The reason was that the melting snow on the mountain was too cold and had turned into ice; it wouldn't be worth it if they fell.
As the snow melted over the past few days, one could vaguely see the outline of Daimiao Mountain in the distance.
At this moment, Xia Muxin was in the fields picking vegetables with a basket in hand.
The vegetables in her family's garden were thriving; the radishes were large and white, and the cabbages were tightly packed. One cabbage could easily be stir-fried into several bowls. Moreover, after the snowfall and frost, the sweetness of these cabbages had intensified, making everyone eager to eat them these days.
Aunt Xia Jihua had decided to stay at their home. She had initially planned to return but was stopped by Xia Muxin. Knowing that her aunt's life was not easy, she realized that if her husband did not come to pick her up, her family truly had no intention of letting her go; they could afford to keep her.
Perhaps having been busy over there for too long, Aunt Jihua couldn't sit still for even a moment. From early morning, she busied herself inside and outside the house, wanting to help with everything. Whenever she paused, she seemed uneasy; her eyes flickered, and she spoke little, looking at their family with a heart full of concern.
Xia Muxin encouraged her mother to engage Aunt Jihua in conversation, wanting to know how she had managed over the past few years.
As Xia Muxin pondered while wandering through the fields, she eventually stopped in front of a particularly well-formed Napa Cabbage. Just as she bent down to pull it out, a large hand swept across and grasped the top of the cabbage. With a swift motion, it was uprooted from the ground.
"What are you thinking about? You're about to trample this little cabbage flat," Shen Muhan said as he held up the freshly pulled Napa Cabbage in one hand while lightly brushing his fingers against her nose with the other. He looked at Xia Muxin with a hint of regret for the marks she had accumulated along her journey and said helplessly.
As he spoke, a mischievous smile played at the corners of his mouth—a smile that only appeared when he teased her. It was a rare sight; when he smiled like that, it was truly captivating.
Xia Muxin looked at his smile, a bit dazed, and after a long while, she finally came to her senses. When her gaze fell upon the tragic sight of the small cabbage she had stepped on, a pang of pain shot through her heart. She hurried over to inspect the damage.
After a while, she lifted her head from the vegetable patch and shot an annoyed glance at Shen Muhan. Seeing him still smiling triumphantly, she said with a hint of irritation, "I'm cooking today, and you can't eat what I make."
Her tone carried a childlike petulance, her red lips slightly pouting, and her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she stared at Shen Muhan.
It was the first time Shen Muhan had seen her in such a delicate state. Instantly, he pulled her up with one hand and wrapped his arms around her, letting her lean against him as he intoxicatedly inhaled the fragrance of her hair. He asked softly, "What have you been up to these past few days? Are those things in the jars for sale?"
This little girl had started getting busy as soon as she felt better. He had noticed that she had filled the jars they brought from Fushou Tower and sealed them tightly; even getting close to sniff them yielded no clue about their contents.
"Hehe, they're treasures for making money," Xia Muxin said, pouting as she looked at his handsome face so close to hers, feeling quite pleased with herself.
Shen Muhan paused for a moment but decided not to dig deeper. Instead, he gently brushed aside the strands of hair that the cold wind had disheveled and leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "Muxin, after the New Year, come back home with me so my family can meet you."
- End of Chapter -
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