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One night, she felt thirsty and couldn't find any water to drink. She called out many times, but none of the maids responded. In the end, she went to the kitchen herself to boil some water. She had never cooked before, but under these circumstances, she learned to boil water and make porridge. Although it often turned out a bit burnt, at least it was edible.
San Chun also knew that this was definitely an order from Zhong Ling, instructing the servants not to take care of her and to let her fend for herself.
Originally, her heart was in pain, but after enduring it, she no longer felt the pain. The world was upside down; bad people lived well, and the worst among them lived the best lives. Kindness was trampled upon, and the hearts of good people could not compete with those of bad people.
According to her original character, she would never allow herself to be wronged. However, now she had no impulse to fight against those two women. Her heart had already died; perhaps deep down, she had given up on him and on all men.
All men were the same. If one believed in their sweet words, that would truly be foolish. On one hand, they were unfaithful outside; on the other hand, they demanded absolute loyalty from their women. Perhaps she should feel fortunate that they hadn't dragged her out for punishment; that was already a great mercy towards her.
With a cold snort in her heart, she had never been a weak woman and would never cling to one place. Her heart had grown cold over these days, leading her to finally realize one thing: perhaps it was time to leave.
But… where should she go?
In fact, the place she wanted to go most was Yan Kingdom. She missed Qi, missed her brother, missed her country, missed her hometown, and even missed Ju Rong, whom she dared not call father. The time spent in Ju Mansion was when she was happiest. She had originally thought that wherever the man she loved was would be her home; now it seemed that home meant having a father, a mother, and relatives—something no man could replace.
Remembering that Zhong Xue had mentioned before leaving that Dongsheng Inn was a contact point for Handan, where all Wei people from Handan City could be dispatched by her, she thought that with their help, leaving quietly shouldn't be difficult.
She made up her mind and waited for an opportunity to leave this place.
*
After several days, for the first time in a month, Ji Xun finally came to visit. He stood at the door for a long time, hesitating whether or not to enter.
San Chun saw him through the window and gently opened the door. "You finally decided to come?"
Seeing her open the door brought joy to Ji Xun's heart. He nodded and asked, "Can I come in?"
She stepped aside to let him enter. Once inside, Ji Xun felt somewhat awkward as if he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
San Chun asked, "Young Master, what brings you here today?"
Ji Xun replied softly, "It's not that I didn't want to come, but these days my father just appointed me as the Crown Prince, and I've been busy with various affairs, leaving me no time to visit."
This explanation was truly pathetic. San Chun found it somewhat amusing, "Do you think you've come to terms with things, or do you feel sorry for me, which is why you're here to check on me now?"
Ji Xun had no words. He had been seriously ill for a while and didn't know why; his body seemed much weaker than before. Perhaps it was due to his poor mood, but the fact remained that he was unwell. He had called several doctors to examine him, but none could identify any illness. Yet he felt inexplicably short of breath and often found himself wanting to sleep—once he lay down, he would sleep for two or three hours straight, no matter how others called him.
Then, just as he was troubled about what was wrong with him, he suddenly felt better, making it seem as if he had never been sick at all. Following that, Zhao Wang announced his appointment as Crown Prince, and he became so busy that it took him until now to see her.
In truth, he had long since forgiven her in his heart; what he couldn't forgive was himself. Whether years ago or now, he had failed to protect her. With such a self, what face did he have to appear before her?
Seeing him silent, San Chun said coldly, "Let's put our matters aside for now. I just wonder if you could allow me to leave the residence once. Being cooped up here for these days has made it hard for me to breathe; it's truly suffocating."
Ji Xun quickly responded, "You can go wherever you want. Is there anyone who would stop you from leaving?"
She sighed; it seemed he still didn't know about her situation in the residence. Without his permission, how could she possibly get out? She feared she wouldn't even make it to the door before being stopped and accused of trying to seduce men. Suppressing her and putting her down was probably what those two women in the residence did best. She could have climbed over the wall and escaped without needing his approval, but since he was here now, she would save herself some trouble.
The next morning, San Chun swaggered out of the residence; indeed, with the Young Master's orders, no one dared to stop her.
She asked passersby for directions and finally found Dongsheng Inn, where Zhong Xue was staying. Upon meeting the innkeeper, she flashed the gold token given by him.
The innkeeper glanced at it and immediately said respectfully, "Miss, who might you be?"
"Naturally, I am someone from Lord Jun."
He nodded and replied, "There are about two thousand available within Handan City, and outside the city is a secret garrison of Wei Kingdom troops with approximately five thousand men. Do you wish to mobilize them all?"
San Chun smiled and thought to herself, why would she need so many people? This isn't an attack on the Zhao Kingdom.
However, Zhong Xue's intentions were truly hard to guess. To place so many people on Zhao's territory, was he planning to overthrow Zhao?
He had just married Princess Ying and was at war with Qi State, so it shouldn't be that soon before he targeted Zhao. But having so many people here made it hard not to suspect his motives.
In fact, she wasn't interested in what would happen to the Zhao Kingdom at all. Since she wanted to sever ties with Ji Xun, she should do it cleanly. His country had nothing to do with her.
Regarding her demands of the Shopkeeper, he naturally nodded vigorously, as sending her to Yan Kingdom was really not a difficult task.
On the way back, San Chun reflected on the hardships she had endured during her time at the Young Master's residence and felt somewhat emotional. Since she was leaving, if those two women were allowed to enjoy themselves too much, it would be too easy on them.
She wasn't someone who sought revenge, but now she needed to settle accounts and resolve feelings in order to leave with peace of mind.
Upon returning to the Young Master's residence, she instructed a maid to bring Ying over.
The maid sneered dismissively, "Madam Ying is currently pregnant and shouldn't be moving around."
San Chun raised her hand and slapped her, causing the maid to yelp in pain.
"Go quickly," she snapped coldly.
The maid dared not hesitate any longer and ran off while covering her face.
Ying initially didn't want to see San Chun. She hadn't requested a meeting in the two months since entering the residence, and now that they were finally meeting, who knew what might happen?
But she was also curious about what had transpired and wanted to show off a little in front of her, letting her see how wealthy and proud she had become as a maid.
She might be carrying Ji Xun's firstborn. Once Ji Xun becomes the king, her son could potentially become the king of Zhao, and she would then be Empress Dowager Hua. With such joyous news, how could she not show off in front of San Chun?
So what if she is Crown Prince Yan? Isn't she still being toyed with in her hands?
Ying arrived with all her maids and servants, marching grandly into the Western Garden. Upon seeing San Chun, she deliberately straightened her back and said without any courtesy, "Did you want to see me?"
San Chun glanced at her and suddenly found it quite amusing; only someone who had never experienced wealth would carry all their good things on themselves.
She replied, "Yes, I wanted to see you."
"What do you want?" Ying intentionally turned around in front of her to showcase her newly made pleated skirt. Large peonies embroidered with golden thread sparkled in the sunlight.
San Chun smiled; her outfit resembled that of a nouveau riche, making her seem quite pathetic. Is this how a woman looks when she desperately tries to climb up?
As she watched, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Ying across the face. Being a martial artist, her strength was considerable, causing Ying to spin three times on the spot.
"This slap is for me; you've tried to frame me several times, so one slap is too lenient."
Ying opened her mouth to scream, but San Chun swiftly slapped her again, making her spin another three times. The other side of her face swelled up.
"This slap is for Ji Xun; you forced such a pure person into becoming what he is now—truly despicable. Do you think that by carrying his child, you can win his heart? If Ji Xun's heart were so easy to obtain, he would have long since had a harem and children running everywhere."
San Chun moved as fast as lightning, delivering two crisp slaps while cursing passionately. After finishing, she felt a great sense of relief as if months of pent-up anger had been released in that moment.
Ying was stunned by the blows and then began to scream. After screaming, she continued to shout, pointing at San Chun, "You hit me?"
San Chun laughed, "You didn't realize it hurt after being hit? Now you finally understand?" She indeed hit her; what could she do about it?
The oriole called out again and said to the maid behind her, "Hit her, go ahead and hit her."
A group of people rushed forward at her command, but upon being met with a cold glare from San Chun, they were all frightened into stopping.
San Chun shouted, "I am the lady of the Young Master’s residence. How dare you servants lay a hand on me? Do you know what the punishment is for disrespecting your superiors?"
These people did not genuinely want to act; one was a lady and the other a concubine. They could still distinguish who was superior and who was inferior. Although the concubine was favored, the lady was ultimately the lady and also the sworn sister of Wei Kingdom's Chengyang Jun. Who would truly dare to lay a hand on her?
The group put on a show of bravado, and San Chun saw through it. She shouted at the oriole, "Get lost! Are you waiting to receive a third slap?"
The oriole, furious, stomped her feet and cursed, "Just wait! I'll come back to deal with you." She covered her cheek and ran away crying, probably to complain to Ji Xun.
Dealing with a person like the oriole could naturally involve violent means, but that approach wouldn’t work with Zhong Ling. If she wanted to handle Zhong Ling, she would have to think of another way.
In fact, Zhong Ling had no deep-seated grudge against her; aside from these days of instructing the servants to make things difficult for her, she hadn’t done anything else. She had intended to let her off this time, but Zhong Ling came knocking instead.
Not long after the oriole left, Zhong Ling arrived at her door, looking furious. It was clear that the oriole had just gone to complain about her.
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