She didn't seem to hear my words, and a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her chapped and bleeding mouth. Her eyes were blank and distant: "When I was seven years old, my father lost money in gambling and wanted to sell me to a brothel for money.
You took me into Ye Mansion..."
The relationship between me and her master and servant has been cut off by the continuous autumn rain in front of the library that day. What is the point of mentioning the past now?
I was impatient and interrupted her with a wave of my hand: "Qingqing, although I, Ye Rong, am a little more squeamish and playful, I believe that I have never treated you badly after beating you into the house."
My Ye family never treats their servants harshly. She is my personal maid, and the family has always treated her well. I, the master, also thought that her family was poor, so I gave her an extra tael of silver every month.
She suddenly looked at me, with a bright light in her eyes: "Yes, you have never treated me badly...you eat bird's nest porridge, and I can drink half a bowl of soup...you make new skirts, and you also tailor them for me."
Flowery clothes..."
Suddenly, she rushed forward, grabbed my wrist tightly, and said through gritted teeth: "I just hate you, why do you live so unscrupulously? Why do you deserve to be loved by others? But I have nothing! Nothing!"
"
My wrist was sore and turned blue just thinking about it. I ignored her and looked straight into her hateful eyes and asked, "Is this why you poisoned me?"
She smiled sadly, slowly let go of me, and gently stroked the purse embroidered with two branches on her waist: "If not for this, then why?"
The waves in her heart were surging. That day, she was embroidering this purse under the lamp, focused and affectionate. I once joked that she had a lover. I didn’t expect that in the past two years, she had gone through several times, but she still kept this purse close to her body. Could it be that
...Does she really have someone she admires?
I sighed in confusion and said: "Qingqing, you have been with me for four years, and I think I can still understand six or seven points of your temperament. You should behave yourself, be cautious, be polite, and be considerate when you are next.
Enhui, everyone in the mansion, from the stewards to the rough women, are full of praise for you. As soon as I leave the cabinet, I will find a good marriage for you..."
"Marriage?" Suddenly, the light in her eyes was like a dying candle, slowly dimming, and the joints of her skinny hands turned white. She clenched her purse tightly and connected the two branches, gradually twisting.
Could it be that her doing such a vicious thing was related to this secret relationship?
I probed: "Qingqing, you have such deep affection for him, how can he bear to let you fall into the land of fireworks?"
Her ragged clothes were covered with tears. After a while, she cried and laughed: "Haha, he made me suffer so much! It's so bitter! Haha..."
Before she could laugh, there was a bang, and dazzling blood suddenly splashed out. Her head hit the wall, and she fell limply to the ground.
A gust of cold wind seeped in through the cracked window. My vest became cold and I hugged the warm hand stove tightly, unable to move for a long time.
The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and a flash of deep affection flashed through her eyes that gradually faded: "That year during the Lantern Festival, the fireworks were bright, and he smiled so heartily. I can't forget it, and I will never forget it..."
I looked down at her violently trembling body, and my voice was so light that I couldn't hear it clearly: "What are you doing?"
She opened her eyes suddenly and gasped: "He...he won't give up, miss, be careful..."
"Clang", the stove in my arms shook open on the cold ground. I suppressed my fear and tightly grabbed her blood-stained collar: "Who is he?"
She smiled sadly and pressed the blood-stained purse into my cold palm: "Find him and help me ask why he doesn't want me anymore. Why..."
