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In the city, a scene of vibrant red adorned the streets as news spread like wildfire about the young master of the wealthy Qi family, Mo Changqing, marrying two women on the same day.
The townsfolk paused to watch, marveling at his good fortune while discussing the dowries of both families with keen interest.
The bride bestowed upon Mo Changqing by the Emperor was Yun Yimo, a foster daughter taken in by the Emperor during his youth.
Her dowry stretched from the city gates all the way to Mo Mansion, with the front of the boxes already within the estate while the back remained outside. The lacquered red boxes, crafted by the finest artisans, left everyone in awe.
In contrast, Liu Yan's situation appeared rather meager. Lacking familial support, she resided alone in Mo Mansion, her circumstances starkly different from those of Yun Yimo.
Seated in her palanquin, Liu Yan clutched her red veil tightly. Although the scars on her face had faded, they left a pale mark that was still somewhat unsettling upon closer inspection. Yet Liu Yan was resolute; no matter what, she would marry into the Mo family.
This was not only due to her feelings for Mo Changqing but also to uncover the truth behind the Liu family's sudden calamity and to ascertain whether the Mo family was responsible for their downfall.
The palanquin was steadily carried into Mo Mansion, where Liu Yan and Yun Yimo disembarked at the main entrance, guided by matrons into a grand hall draped in red silk.
Inside the hall, all eyes were on them as they and Mo Changqing performed a ritual to honor heaven and earth. Mo Changqing held one hand of each bride, appearing fair in his arrangement. The concept of shared wives implied that they should be treated equally.
Afterward, Liu Yan was led into Liuzhang Garden, located in a secluded corner of Mo Mansion where silence reigned. With her head bowed, she followed the red silk towards the other end, only to find that her guide was not Mo Changqing.
As night deepened and red candles dripped tears onto phoenix-patterned surfaces, Liu Yan found herself alone in the quiet room.
With an unseemly past and Mo Changqing spending his first night with Yun Yimo, the Matriarch of the Mo family treated Liu Yan coldly throughout the morning as if she were merely a pillar—offering not even a kind glance.
On a moonlit night, Liu Yan first met Mo Changqing. At that time, the Liu Family was still the county magistrate, and the Mo Family had sent Mo Changqing to offer their festive greetings.
The young lady of the Liu Family rarely showed herself in public, but that day, Liu Yan followed Liu Luo to admire the moon in the garden.
Suddenly, a loud splash echoed from the nearby river—someone had fallen in.
"Why aren't you going to save him?" Liu Luo commanded with her hands on her hips, her tone authoritative.
As the legitimate daughter of the Liu Family, Liu Yan was accustomed to being pampered and did not dare to disobey. She hurriedly jumped into the water and brought the person back to shore.
To her surprise, the one she rescued was a handsome young master.
Liu Luo quickly pushed Liu Yan aside and helped the man sit up. Without regard for propriety, she leaned down and breathed air into his mouth.
The young man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze like stars—brilliant and captivating.
Liu Yan stepped back a few paces, quietly observing everything, and from that moment on, she was entranced by those eyes.
As the moon rose high in the sky, Mo Changqing indeed found his way to Liuzhang Garden alone. He carried a faint scent of wine, his steps slightly unsteady, and his beautiful eyes sparkled like a painting.
"Do you hate me?" Mo Changqing asked as he lifted his robe and sat down across from Liu Yan, his gaze fixed on her, missing no subtle change in her expression.
Liu Yan poured two cups of wine with a dry and faint voice. "How could I hate you? Just as you love her without reservation, I too feel the same way. Didn't you already know?"
Mo Changqing raised his cup and drank it all in one go, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him as Liu Yan began to sway before his eyes. He knew that Liu Yan's feelings for him were as fervent as his own for Liu Luo.
The moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting a delicate veil over Liu Yan, stirring the softest corners of his heart.
Liu Yan looked at Mo Changqing, calmly expressing her feelings without a hint of resentment.
Yet, no one knew the trials she and Liu Luo had endured in that cold prison.
As a fallen noble lady, they were mercilessly bullied by the unmonitored guards. In the filthy corners, they cried out helplessly. Their decision to hang themselves in prison was not merely due to their family's downfall but because the most cherished things of a woman had been taken from them.
Mo Changqing had awakened her, giving her hope for life, only to cruelly snuff it out again.
Liu Yan had drugged Mo Changqing's drink, allowing him to rest in her room. But unbeknownst to anyone, they simply lay peacefully together for a night without anything happening. She only wanted Mo Changqing to know that what she could not have would not be easily obtained by anyone else.
Upon hearing the news, Old Lady Mo flew into a rage and immediately sent someone to summon her son. But Mo Changqing had already left Mo Mansion.
In early October, the border of Da Qing was filled with unease as food supplies ran low. Mo Changqing led the family convoy to deliver grain under the pretext of seeking solace.
Old Lady Mo slammed her cane against the ground in anger, gritting her teeth as she cursed, "That wretched girl will pay for this when my son returns!"
Hearing those words, Mo Changqing's body stiffened, and he crushed the wine cup in his hand.
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