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That day, the madam threw me into a room with a man who was clearly out of his mind.
Looking at the man on the bed, who was even tearing at his own clothes in confusion, I trembled in fear. I wanted to escape, but the door was locked tight; there was no way out. I glanced around, searching for something to defend myself with.
I picked up a large vase from the table and smashed it hard against the man's head.
With a loud crash, the vase shattered, and blood flowed from his wound. The blow jolted him awake; he sat up groggily, clutching his head and glaring at me with piercing eyes.
"Who are you? Why did you hit me?" His gaze was scrutinizing.
I snorted coldly and turned my head away, contemplating whether to hit him again or how to get out of here. He began to survey the room, and when he noticed his disheveled appearance, an aura of menace surrounded him.
His expression shifted repeatedly, revealing helplessness and panic, starkly different from what I had seen before. I gripped the shard of the vase tightly, watching him warily.
"Miss, can you help me? I've been framed," he said, his voice trembling, no longer carrying the arrogance from before.
I scoffed but felt a flicker of doubt within me.
"Framed? Hmph, do you think I'll believe that?" I shot him a cold look, though my grip on the shard relaxed slightly.
"I really have been framed! I'm the son of the Wealthy Merchant of the Town. My surname is Lang; you can inquire about it—everything I'm saying is true." He explained urgently, sincerity filling his eyes.
I frowned, weighing the pros and cons in my mind. Ultimately, I chose to trust him; after all, it would be difficult for me to escape this predatory place alone.
"Fine, I'll help you, but you have to listen to me," I said, locking my gaze with his in search of any deceit.
Without hesitation, he nodded. "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
After some planning, we tricked the guard at the door into coming inside and knocked him out. Then we set a fire to create chaos and made our escape.
We ran to the back courtyard of the brothel where there was a pond—my pre-planned route for escape.
"This pond leads to the river outside the city; jump in!" I whispered to Young Master Lang.
He jumped into the water without a moment's hesitation. I looked at the icy water, gritted my teeth, and followed him in.
We swam underwater until our breaths were nearly spent, finally surfacing to gulp in air. I sat on the shore, panting heavily, soaked to the skin and shivering from the cold. Young Master Lang's wound began to bleed again from the shock of the cold water, but he gritted his teeth and made no sound.
Just as I was about to speak, we heard the commotion of people searching in the brothel. Worse still, among those pursuing us were the ones who had set Young Master Lang up. We began to run and hide continuously, narrowly escaping capture several times.
Although Young Master Lang was a wealthy young master, he never complained or voiced any discomfort. People were searching for us both inside and outside the city, so we decided to retreat to the mountains for safety.
In the mountains, we encountered a family, and a kind Grandma took us in. Living alone in simple conditions, she didn’t ask many questions upon seeing our disheveled state and shared her meager rations with us, preparing steaming sweet potatoes.
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