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Qin Yaru felt a burning sensation all over her body, her head pounding as if it would split. She wanted to cry out, but she had no strength left. Her body felt weightless, and she had no idea how long she had been floating in a daze. Finally, she saw a familiar grand courtyard, and her body suddenly sank, plummeting downward.
She didn't actually want to go down, didn't want to see, but her gaze pierced through the intricately carved beams of the house. The first thing she saw was a face identical to her own, only it seemed aged and weary, with a timid expression that bore no resemblance to the one once praised by Gao Feng as stunningly beautiful.
Qin Yaru sighed inwardly and became quiet, no longer struggling, simply gazing as her eyes slowly moved.
Sitting opposite her former self were a man and a woman; the man was handsome and refined, while the woman was charming and radiant.
"Please sit, sister. This is the tribute tea just sent from Jianzhou; do try it."
The woman in an azure robe and apricot-yellow skirt spoke gently with a warm smile. She was noble and elegant, the kind of beauty that all the men below admired.
That 'self' sat vacantly in a rosewood chair, her gaze blank.
Qin Yaru watched her former husband, who cautiously protected the Princess beside him. His gaze towards Qin Yaru was unfamiliar and polite, tinged with an unmistakable wariness—he feared that Qin Yaru might cause distress to the beauty in his arms!
After all, she was a Princess; Qin Yaru was merely an ordinary woman, even a discarded wife. How could she possibly bring any distress to someone so exalted?
What was once exquisite dragon and phoenix tea now tasted sour and bitter in her mouth.
The tall and handsome Chen Dalang, Consort Qin's cherished son, stood beside the Princess with an affectionate demeanor, playfully discussing his studies. Upon hearing the Princess's gentle praise, he immediately beamed with joy.
Throughout it all, this only son of the County Lord initially greeted Consort Qin politely at the Princess's command but thereafter offered not even a glance in her direction.
In Chen Dalang's heart, it seemed that only the Princess mattered; Consort Qin was merely an inconsequential figure in the household—less significant than even those members of the Chen family who were merely there to take advantage.
Qin Yaru's heart suddenly felt a pang of pain. In fact, she had gradually forgotten what it felt like when Consort Qin faced her son, who seemed like a stranger. Once again, as an observer witnessing this scene, she couldn't help but think that it might have been better if Consort Qin had passed away early from depression, sparing her from suffering here.
The world knew the Gentle Blue Princess to be gentle by nature. She actively declined the grace of being named a princess by Long Live and did not establish a princess's residence. She was especially considerate towards County Horse, never losing her temper, and took good care of County Horse's ex-wife as well.
The Princess was afraid that Consort Qin would feel uncomfortable and specially allocated the largest house in her family for Consort Qin to live in, not allowing her to pay respects or perform any formalities, treating her like a distinguished guest.
Not only that, but the Princess treated Duke Consort and his ex-wife's son as if he were her own, embodying the qualities of a loving mother.
But how could this be what Consort Qin wanted?
She watched helplessly as her home, her man, and her son were cared for tenderly by another woman while she became an outsider in this family—unable to leave, confined in a luxurious cage, day after day, year after year. She could only survive on memories of her son and husband, yet the husband and son she longed for refused to share even a fraction of their hearts with her.
Qin Yaru closed her eyes, unwilling to look at the desperate face of her former self. Everything went dark; these chaotic images suddenly shattered. She felt dizzy and sensed a strange pull. Faint sobbing reached her ears before she completely lost consciousness.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Qin Yaru seemed to regain some strength. Her vision and hearing gradually returned to normal as harsh sounds drilled into her ears.
"You shameless seductress! Seducing other people's men! When Chen Wulang comes back, I will make him give you a divorce paper to get rid of you, you harlot..."
Qin Yaru felt weak all over and barely opened her eyes to see a middle-aged woman with a fierce expression standing outside the dilapidated wooden gate, hands on her hips, cursing loudly through the broken fence. The torrent of foul language came so quickly that she could hardly understand it.
"Don't insult my mother!"
Suddenly, a frail boy about three or four years old rushed out from the side and slammed into the woman's waist. It was unclear where this child found such strength; he knocked the woman off balance. However, the child was too weak to cause any real harm. Instead, this only enraged the woman further; she kicked the child down and began to kick and hit him mercilessly.
As she kicked, she spat out words filled with venom: "Dare to move? I'll beat you to death, you uneducated little beggar!"
The child wanted to escape, and Qin Yaru's head buzzed. She felt that this scene was both familiar and strange. Struggling to step outside while protecting the child, she received a few kicks to her back but didn't feel much pain; it was just the impact that left her dizzy.
The child cried loudly, and the dilapidated house was filled with noise. Outside, someone couldn't bear to watch any longer and shouted, "Mrs. Sun, Consort Qin is sick and weak. We are all neighbors; Zhou Erlang only helped Consort Qin out of kindness. Why must you be so unkind?"
Mrs. Sun was Zhou Erlang's wife, known in Wudang County as a fierce and jealous woman. Zhou Erlang dared not even let out a fart in front of her. Everyone knew that if Zhou Erlang spoke to another woman, she would come over to cause a scene. This wasn't the first time; just last month, she had caused a ruckus at Wu Niangzi's house and even had the officials give her ten lashes.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sun glared and turned to size up the young man who had spoken, sneering, "What? Are you also taken by her delicate looks? Hmph, adulterers are all lowly scum!"
The young man immediately turned red with anger: "Consort Qin has been mourning at home and rarely goes out except for work in the fields. We have only exchanged a few words, yet you dare to slander her? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Retribution? Nonsense! Even if the heavens sent down a lightning bolt, it should strike this harlot who flirts around all day, not me!"
Hearing her nonsensical ranting made the young man's face turn pale. He wanted to respond but was pulled back by someone beside him: "This Mrs. Sun is known for being unreasonable. Why argue with her? Don't let others laugh at you and ruin your reputation."
Then he turned to the woman and said, "Zhou Rui's wife, hurry back to serve your husband. If you continue to make trouble elsewhere, I will call the village chief over so that others don't think we Chenjiagou are uncivilized and lack manners."
The speaker was an elderly man in his fifties who clearly held some authority in the area. Even this fierce woman did not dare to oppose him too much. In the end, she spat and cursed as she turned to leave.
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