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Palace Intrigue
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The shards of porcelain pierced into her palm, the sharp pain barely comparable to the chilling dread in Wei Yanwan's heart. She lowered her gaze to hide the cold glint in her eyes and spoke in a calm, unruffled tone, "This servant… accidentally broke the teacup. Please forgive me, my lady." How laughable it was that after being reborn, she had to start from the menial task of a Washing Maid. The irony was that she had once gone to great lengths to climb to the position of Imperial Noble Consort, and now she was merely a pawn within the Imperial Residence, subject to others' whims.
Wei Yanwan gathered the broken pieces into a dustpan, the stinging pain in her fingertips coming in waves, yet it paled in comparison to the surging hatred within her.
The humiliation from her past life gnawed at her heart like a parasite. She slightly raised her head and cast a glance at Ru Yi standing beside her, her gaze deep and icy. Ru Yi was looking at her with a hint of concern and confusion in her eyes—a stark contrast to their previous life.
"Yanwan, your hand is bleeding," Ru Yi said softly, worry lacing her voice. She stepped forward, trying to take Wei Yanwan's hand to inspect it.
Wei Yanwan subtly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back, maintaining a calm demeanor. "It's nothing, just a small injury."
Ru Yi paused for a moment, her worry intensifying. "Yanwan, you've changed."
Changed? It was more than just change. Wei Yanwan scoffed inwardly. In her past life, she had been naive and innocent, ultimately ending up abandoned by all. This time around, she would make everyone who had harmed her pay dearly!
"Ru Yi, what are you talking about?" Wei Yanwan feigned confusion, putting on a look of bewilderment.
Ru Yi studied her with a complex expression. "You weren't like this before." After a brief pause as if searching for the right words, she continued, "You used to be… softer."
"Before?" Wei Yanwan let out a light laugh tinged with mockery. "I was too naive back then; now I will no longer be manipulated by others."
Ru Yi's expression shifted slightly as shock flickered in her eyes. She stared intently at Wei Yanwan as if trying to peer into her soul. After a long moment, she finally spoke slowly, "Yanwan, are you… unwell?"
Wei Yanwan did not answer directly but instead asked, "Ru Yi, if you were me, what would you do?" She fixed her gaze on Ru Yi's eyes, not letting a single change in her expression escape her notice.
Ru Yi's breath hitched, her eyes flickering for a moment before she lowered her gaze, concealing the emotions beneath. After a brief silence, she softly replied, "If... I were you, I would... let go of the past and cherish the present."
"Let go of the past?" Wei Yanwan scoffed. "Why should I? Those who have hurt me get to walk free?"
Ru Yi lifted her head, her eyes resolute. "When will the cycle of revenge end? Yanwan, if we let go of hatred, we can start anew."
Wei Yanwan looked at Ru Yi with cold eyes. Let go of hatred? How could that be possible! She would never forget the humiliation she suffered in her past life and would never forgive those who had harmed her!
"Ru Yi," Wei Yanwan said icily, "you don't understand." She turned away, dumping the broken porcelain shards from the dustpan into the trash bin and walked off without looking back.
Ru Yi stood there, watching Wei Yanwan's retreating figure, filled with worry and helplessness. She reached out as if to call after Wei Yanwan but let her hand fall weakly.
As Wei Yanwan stepped out of the palace gates, she took a deep breath. The earlier probing had confirmed that Ru Yi had also been reborn. However, Ru Yi's choices were completely different from hers. This made her feel uneasy. Would Ru Yi's kindness become an obstacle in her plans?
A woman dressed as a palace maid approached respectfully and bowed to Wei Yanwan. "Sister Wei, the Empress has summoned you."
Wei Yanwan nodded, straightened her clothes, and followed the maid toward the Empress's quarters. The Empress, Fu Cha. In her past life, this woman had been responsible for her death! In this life, she would never repeat that mistake! She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her flesh without feeling any pain.
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