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After successfully resolving the crisis of secretly meeting with a man, Jiang Lian'er knew that the Wang family would not let it go easily. The sinister gaze and twisted expression of Wang lingered in her mind, making her realize that she had to adopt a strategy to cope.
Thus, she decisively chose to feign weakness, hoping to numb her opponent and buy herself more precious time and opportunities.
From that moment on, Jiang Lian'er began to act more cautiously within the household, submissively enduring the difficulties imposed by Wang.
In the early morning, before the first rays of sunlight fully illuminated the courtyard, Jiang Lian'er would rise early and take on the heaviest and most menial tasks in the household.
Dressed in coarse linen clothes, the rough texture brushed against her skin. Her hair fell messily over her shoulders, and her face bore signs of weariness, as if the burdens of life had bent her back.
She silently swept every corner of the courtyard, the sound of the broom scraping against the ground resonating sharply in the quiet morning. Even when her hands became red and swollen from the broom, covered in tiny wounds that throbbed with pain, she never uttered a single complaint. Instead, she bit her lip tightly, her eyes shining with resilience.
When encountering Wang and other wives and concubines, Jiang Lian'er always lowered her head respectfully, her gaze revealing timidity and submission.
Wang deliberately made things difficult for her in front of everyone, forcing her to stand for long periods in the biting cold wind that cut across her cheeks like a knife. Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, yet she stubbornly stood tall.
Even when publicly criticized for her incompetence, Jiang Lian'er silently endured it all. Her eyes reddened as tears threatened to spill over, but she held them back fiercely, resembling a wounded fawn—helpless and pitiful. This sight evoked sympathy from the servants who watched from afar; they shook their heads and sighed, believing she had been tormented into losing her will to resist.
In reality, Jiang Lian'er was secretly gathering evidence of Wang's misdeeds.
Often late at night, after everyone had fallen asleep, she would quietly navigate through various corners of the household. The moonlight poured down like water onto her frail figure, casting a long shadow behind her.
She moved like a nimble cat, carefully avoiding patrolling servants while keeping an eye on whom Wang was associating with closely.
One night, she discovered that a trusted confidant of the Wang family was secretly meeting with a mysterious figure in the woodshed. Jiang Lian'er felt her heart tighten as she cautiously approached, hiding behind a pile of firewood, straining to listen to their conversation.
The woodshed was filled with an old, musty smell and a tense atmosphere, and her heartbeat echoed loudly in the silence. Although she couldn't catch every word, she noted some distinctive traits of the mysterious person, such as his unique gait and deep voice, along with several key locations they mentioned, like an Abandoned Manor outside the city and a secluded inn within it.
She intentionally revealed some of her own "secrets" in front of the Wang family's confidant, casually mentioning that she had hidden some precious jewelry left by her mother. This was her mother's last memento, and the reluctance and affection in her eyes convinced the confidant completely.
This led to the Wang family sending someone to steal it. Jiang Lian'er had set a small trap at the place where she kept the jewelry; if anyone touched it, a simple alarm would be triggered—a bamboo tube filled with beans that would clatter to the ground.
Sure enough, one night, while Jiang Lian'er pretended to be asleep, she heard faint footsteps and the sound of rummaging. Moments later, there was a crash as the bamboo tube fell over, and the beans rolled out with a loud clattering noise.
Jiang Lian'er felt a surge of joy but maintained her sleeping posture, breathing steadily and evenly; only her tightly clenched fists betrayed her anxious feelings.
The next day, she acted as if nothing had happened, going about her chores with an expression of submissiveness. The Wang family, having failed to find the jewelry and worried that Jiang Lian'er might discover the theft, felt increasingly uneasy. Their attitude towards her became more complex—sometimes probing, their eyes sharp as knives scrutinizing her; other times wary, tensing up whenever she came near.
Watching the various reactions of the Wang family, Jiang Lian'er understood that her plan was gradually taking effect.
She knew that beneath the seemingly calm surface of the Jiang Residence, dark currents were swirling, and she had to navigate carefully through them as if walking through a thicket of thorns—every step had to be precise.
She waited for the perfect moment to strike back, constantly recalling her mother's gentle smile and warm gaze that filled her with boundless strength.
Silently vowing to seek justice for herself and her mother, she resolved to ensure that those who had harmed her would face their due punishment and that the Jiang Residence would once again bask in the sunlight of righteousness.
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