"My father dotes on the second sister, is he really using her?" Mu Wanting asked herself, lying alone on the soft couch, "But what value does the second sister have? My father doted on her, and even helped her take away her original daughter.
Is this really taking advantage of Sister Xue’s position as princess?”
She was puzzled. If this was being used, she would rather be used by her father. At least, she could get his father's love, protect her mother from being bullied by slaves, and protect herself from Mu Wanxi's humiliation.
She was also born as a concubine, so why can she, Mu Wanxi, be so high and enjoy the treatment that only a legitimate daughter can have, while she, Mu Wanting, has to lie on the ground and let her curse and vent the anger in her heart?
To whom? To whom should she complain about her grievances?
Just because she has no use value, she should be oppressed by those who have use value. If she was also of use value and could help her father, would her situation be completely different? Would no slave dare to do it again?
After bullying her and her mother, Mu Wanxi no longer dared to punch or kick her.
If so, she is willing to be a pawn, even if the final result is death, because she doesn't know if she will really not be beaten to death by Mu Wanxi if she continues to live like this.
Or get killed.
But she knew that if she had value, she and her mother would have status in the General's Mansion, and no one would dare to harm her and her mother.
However, how could she make herself valuable? She lay on the soft couch and began to think secretly, but after thinking about it for half an hour, she could not think of how to make herself valuable.
Smiling bitterly alone for a while, she closed her eyes feebly, laughing to herself that she was really useless. She was not old enough to leave the cabinet, and even if she wanted to be used, she was not worth using.
At night, the wind was cold and it was late at night. The lights in the general's mansion were brightly lit, and several figures were running around the mansion from time to time. At the main seat in the front hall, Mu Bingao sat on the chair of the grand master with a gloomy face, his eyes filled with emotion.
The sinister look concealed.
"Master, everything you told me has been taken care of. Tomorrow morning, someone will let the news out, and the scapegoat will be chosen."
Butler Mu Fu came to Mu Bing'ao and reported respectfully. Mu Bing'ao asked him to find a scapegoat, and then release the news to overturn the fact that Mu Wanxi beat her sister severely, and put the blame on an innocent servant.
He couldn't bear it, but if he didn't do this, he couldn't calm down the turmoil. He would only hurt the innocent maid. She was the maid next to Mu Wanxi, and he could only stop the turmoil by making her a scapegoat.
"Well, there is no room for any mistakes in this matter. The maid must bear the charge of malicious slander. Otherwise, she will be killed immediately." Mu Bingao said in a sinister voice: "If this matter goes wrong, your life will be
It’s the end.”
Mu Fu trembled all over, and cold sweat suddenly broke out. He nodded quickly and said in horror: "Master, please rest assured, I will definitely handle this matter. That girl is willing to bear all the blame, so there will be no problem."
"It's best this way, send someone to watch the maid and make sure nothing goes wrong." Mu Bingnao stood up and ordered, then walked out of the front hall with a flourish.
"Yes, yes, yes" After hearing the order, Mu Fu nodded hurriedly to send Mu Bing'ao off. Until Mu Bing'ao disappeared from his sight, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gave a few instructions.
Guards guard the guilty.
It was so dark in the woodshed that you couldn't even see your fingers. A petite figure huddled helplessly in a corner of the woodshed. Miserable cries came from the corner. It was so quiet that only the wind could be heard.
At night, the crying sounds became more sad and sorrowful.
Cai Die leaned in the corner, hugging her body tightly with her arms, huddled in the corner, because her sad crying made her petite and thin body tremble. She looked at the darkness in her eyes in horror, and she was so scared that she wanted to cry loudly.
.
After dinner, Butler Mu ordered her to be imprisoned in the woodshed, and asked her to bear the charge of spreading rumors to clear Mu Wanxi's innocence. If she didn't want to, Butler Mu ordered her to be beaten to death.
The rumors were not spread by her. Even if someone had to be blamed, why did it have to be her? Ever since she and her sister Caixia were sold to the General's Mansion, they had been waiting by Mu Wanxi's side, no matter how Mu Wanxi treated her.
Neither she nor her sister had any second thoughts.
Even though Mu Wanxi ordered people to beat her sister to death, she never hated Mu Wanxi. But now, why should she be allowed to take the blame and die? The master she served wholeheartedly beat her sister to death.
, and now he wants to kill her again. Doesn’t it mean that the slave’s life is not life, so should he be trampled on by others? Should he be slaughtered by others?
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. Ever since she was locked up in the woodshed, she had been crying non-stop. Her tears were like a flood that could not stop flowing out of her eyes. She was afraid that she would die, but she didn't want to die yet.
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the woodshed was opened, and a figure entered the woodshed with a candle in his hand. The weak candlelight instantly illuminated the dark woodshed.
"Butler Mu, please let me go. I don't want to die yet. You can find someone else to replace me. As long as you say she is the second lady's personal maid, the people outside the house will not know. I beg you."
Cai Die used the candlelight to see clearly who was coming, and hurriedly threw herself in front of Mu Fu, pleading with tears streaming down her face. The shrill sound of pain made Mu Fu feel extremely guilty.
"Caidie, you have been with the Second Miss for decades, and you are very loyal to the Second Miss. When the Second Miss chose you, she naturally valued you. Knowing that you were charged with marrying her, you can't let her.
The second lady is disappointed!"
Mu Fu looked at Cai Die, who was in tears and begging for mercy, and sighed secretly. He felt bad in his heart. He had watched this child grow up, and he could not do anything to see her die.
"I serve the second lady loyally, why does the second lady treat me like this? In order to harm the third lady, she put on a show for the third lady, but she wanted to beat my sister to death. Now, she wants to put me to death, just to die.
Even if I die, I will be charged with an unfounded crime.
My two sisters have served her with all their heart and soul, why have we ended up like this? Just because we are slaves and our lives are worthless, can we let others mess with us at will?"
Cai Die sat down on the ground, trembling and crying bitterly. Since she was said to be loyal, why should she die? Is this the price of loyalty?
"Alas..." Mu Fu sighed heavily, squatted down, gently patted Cai Die on the shoulder, and comforted: "We are slaves, and the lives of slaves are inherently cheap. The orders of the master and the miss are also
You must listen, this has been doomed from the first day we entered the General's Mansion, just accept your fate!"
After Mu Fu finished speaking, he put the lantern he brought in the woodshed and turned around to leave, leaving only the ashen-faced butterfly and the red light.
