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"I do not hate you, but how can you not know that I can feel pain too?"
Liu Yan sat alone in the most remote corner of a courtyard forgotten by the world. Aside from the cold meals delivered twice a day, she rarely saw another soul.
On the other side of the main house, news had spread two days ago that Yun Yimo was with child, and the servants flocked to offer their congratulations like cats sensing fresh prey.
Now, Liu Yan could hardly even get the leftover scraps.
In the corner garden, there was a tiny lotus pond that had long since fallen into disrepair due to neglect. Liu Yan found a flat stone in the cool shade of a rockery and sat down, gently stroking the handkerchief in her hands while silently counting the days until Mo Changqing's return.
Even though she was filled with self-loathing, her heart still involuntarily worried for him. She feared he might encounter Ni Dan's troops while transporting supplies; she worried about him sleeping rough and not having enough to eat. She was just an ordinary woman who had poured all her love into one person.
As drowsiness began to creep in, Liu Yan leaned back against the stone.
A gentle breeze brushed past her ear, rustling the lotus leaves and carrying a few fragmented words: "The fifth... the Mo Family... treason... supply rights..."
Liu Yan's heart jolted, her drowsiness dissipating almost entirely. She quickly rose and peered out from behind the rockery.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a peach-red embroidered shoe with dangling tassels, followed by a voice she could recognize even with her eyes closed: "If Father Emperor only needs to reclaim the supply rights, why must he force the Mo Family to face extermination?"
A mocking laugh from a man echoed from hiding: "Is the princess feeling sorry for that boy named Mo? Have you forgotten why His Majesty arranged your marriage?"
Liu Yan was taken aback, her thoughts immediately drifting to the downfall of the Liu Family. In her agitation, she bumped her head against the stone wall and couldn't help but gasp in shock.
"Who?!" Two figures moved like the wind, instantly appearing before Liu Yan. At that moment, Liu Yan realized that the seemingly gentle and graceful Yun Yimo actually possessed martial skills.
In the next instant, Liu Yan found herself being gripped by the throat. Yun Yimo recognized her and furrowed her brows tightly. "Who is this?"
"Another wife of Mo Changqing," came the reply from the man beside Yun Yimo, who cast a disdainful glance at Liu Yan. "Don't kill her; we don't want to alert anyone. Just silence her."
The man looked deeply at Yun Yimo and nodded before suddenly tightening his grip. Liu Yan felt a sharp pain in her throat as her windpipe shattered, blood slowly oozing from the corner of her lips, staining her chin in an instant.
On the ground lay a distorted character for "woman." Apart from Yun Yimo, no one knew what she had intended to write.
When Mo Changqing awoke, it was already the next morning. He felt refreshed, his mind not yet fully alert when he touched a body lying beside him, causing him to freeze in shock.
Memories of last night surged back like a tide.
It was Liu Yan! Mo Changqing felt a surge of intense anger rise within him, so much so that as soon as Liu Yan opened her eyes, he slapped her across the face. "You shameless woman! This is how you ruin Luo'er's pure body?!"
He jumped out of bed and glanced at the disheveled silk blankets, his expression turning ashen.
Immediately, he yanked Liu Yan up from the bed, nearly speechless with rage. "You... you tell me, who else have you let ruin her?"
Liu Yan touched her stinging face and followed his gaze to the bed. Suddenly, she burst into laughter.
As she laughed, tears streamed down her cheeks. "You still don't know, do you? The so-called pure and innocent Miss of the the Liu Family that you speak of has long lost her virtue to someone else. You, Mo Changqing, are just one of her many men."
"Shut up!" Mo Changqing clenched his fists, staring fiercely at Liu Yan, his eyes nearly bursting with intensity. He instinctively refused to believe the words coming from Liu Yan's mouth. In his heart, Luo'er could never be that kind of person; it had to be this woman who was up to no good!
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