It was rare to see a party like this. The groom was stunningly handsome. His bride stood beside him, elegant and slender in her long, red veil. Everyone was smiling, blinded by the festive colors. The air was filled with sounds of laughter and firecrackers. Nobody could resist the infectious joy and happiness in the air.
Except for her. She was alone in the joyful crowd.
Mo Xuetong stood at the corner of the room near the drapes. Her simple clothing could not hide the bloodthirsty hatred in her eyes. She watched Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun walk towards her, hand in hand. Her smile was coy, his gentle and warm. Mo Xuetong clutched the piece of flint tighter in her hand, trying not to shake.
The relationship between the three of them was absurd!
One was her elder sister, the other her husband, yet they still wanted to kill her with poisoned wine.
They had killed Mo Yu and Mother Xu. They had even killed Yu’er. Yu’er who she’d held in her arms and given a name only known by herself. Yu’er who had still been a baby, swaddled in blankets.
“Mo Xuetong, do you really think he could love you? Look at yourself, you ugly creature. Why don’t you go to die? You’re only embarrassing yourself. Don’t worry. I’ll take your place once you’re gone. I’ll guard your mother’ dowry for you. Best to die now!”
The rage, the grief and hopelessness it brought, felt like they would tear her apart.
She watched them, face deadly calm. How could she not despise them? She wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood.
No black pupils showed in the furious red of her eyes. She swear to put them to the 18th layer of hell even if she had to go with them!
When she struck the flint, the tent caught fire easily. As the flames spread, the guests ran in all directions, the wedding hall descending into chaos. The groom, Sima Lingyun moved quickly among them. He tried to pull Mo Xuemin, who hadn’t figured out what was happening, out of the tent to safety.
Mo Xuemin started to follow him but found she couldn’t move forward. She looked down, realized a corner of her trailing veil was caught, and ripped it off, running to safety. She hadn’t noticed Sima Lingyun was no longer with her.
The fire roared and debris started to rain from above. A beam swayed precariously above. At any moment, the entire hall could collapse. Sima Lingyun struggled to escape, but Mo Xuetong had grabbed his gown and held him inside the burning tent. He kicked viciously at her, trying to pull free.
The beam above them finally gave out, crashing onto Mo Xuetong and smashing her head against the ground. Blood flowed from her head and down her face, blinding her. Her head swam with pain, but she stared at Sima Lingyun through the blood. Her red-stained smile was sharp and hopeless.
If she saw them again, they would pay their debts in blood. She would keep them trapped in hell for eternity. Even if she had to become a ghost, she would give up her own soul to drag them to hell with her.
“Mo Xuemin, Sima Lingyun, I swear on my child and my soul, I will make you two experience a hundred thousand times the pain you’ve set on me.”
Her voice carried through the fiery scene and reverberated long after she stopped speaking…
Qingwei Gardens
Mo Xuetong woke with her whole-body rigid, fists clenched tight. She remained laying like that, still feeling the fire against her skin and the searing pain in her heart. It hurt almost too badly to breath. The hatred tangled with the pain, blurring her thoughts. She couldn’t make out if she was awake or dreaming.
She stared dazedly at the familiar decorative snowflakes the hung from the drapes. It took her a moment to recognize them as the beloved drapes from her childhood. They fluttered beautifully in the breeze. She recognized the elegant green and red coral flower accessories that hung around her too.
She pushed the blankets away in a daze, but as she moved, she realized her arms no longer looked like her own. They were small and slender, still not done growing. When she pushed herself upright, a childlike face looked back at her, reflected in the table mirror. It was a young girl…
She examined the face with wide eyes, heart starting to race. She lifted her arms incredulously, staring at her dazed features in the mirror. This had been how she’d looked, when she was young. The jade and gold hairpin she wore had been given to her by Cousin Xuan when she’d turned thirteen.
Had she been spared from death and given another chance? Her hands shook in her sleeves and she clenched her fingers into a fist. The sharp pain was undeniably real.
She had been reborn, gone back before the tragedy. Even if it was not the start, it wasn’t the end either. There was still time…
She bit her lip, forcing down the urge to jump and laugh, but her eyes still welled with happy tears.
Looking at the young, pale face in the mirror, she realized exactly when this was. When she was thirteen, she had fallen into the river near here. She had been comatose for two days.
Both indescribable joy and deep sadness filled her. She pushed both down, hands woven together tightly, though she could not keep them from trembling slightly.
God was indeed fair. She had been reborn.
God must have seen her tragic fate and given her the chance to seek revenge. She did not have to wait for the next life, she could have her revenge in this one. She went through the names. Auntie Fang, Mo Xuemin, Sima Lingyun. This time, she would not give her blind faith to those traitors.
It was her turn to show them hell.
A middle-aged woman in a grey robe lifted the door curtains. She paused for a moment when she saw Mo Xuetong sitting up in bed looking disoriented.
"Miss, do you want some water? Does your head still hurt? You mustn't scare your nursemaid again. How am I to live if something happens to you?! How are you feeling now? Are you hurting anywhere...?"
She hurried forward and began to tuck the blankets in, checking Xuetong’s forehead out of habit. Once she had confirmed there was no fever, she relaxed and began to scold her.
The nagging felt kind and warm, and Xuetong couldn’t help but enjoy it.
This was Mother Xu, her nursemaid. Mother Xu, who had stuck by her though thick and thin. When she saw the familiar, worn face, the tears she’d been holding back finally came, blurring her vision.
She took in the familiar scent, the warmth of her hands, and began to cry harder as she remembered what had just happened.
In this world, the day before yesterday had been the anniversary of her mother’s death. She had gone to pray beside the water after dinner when there wouldn’t be many people since she was staying in somebody else’s home. She had brought two maids, Mo Yu and Mo Zhu, with her. She’d hoped the river would carry her prayers and yearning for her mother back home.
When she realized she’d left her mother’s fan behind, she’d sent Mo Yu back to get it. After preparing the incense table, Mo Zhu had stepped back respectfully. Moe Xuetong had knelt to pray, not knowing trouble was about to come crashing down on her. A rock had come loose from the rock sculpture beside her and crashed into her. She’d gotten up to run, but her skirts had become snagged by something and she’d fallen into the river.
She’d almost died back then! It had taken two days to regain consciousness.
She remembered it clearly now. She was sure there hadn’t been anything nearby to trip on. The ground around her had been empty. There hadn’t been a single blade of grass, yet she’d tripped and fallen into the water. She could feel something inside her throat, choking her. It still felt so real, so she buried herself into Mother Xu’s arms, sobbing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath
"Miss, Miss. What's wrong? Are you hurt? Let Mother Xu see!"
Mother Xu assumed she was crying out of shock. Her heart ached as she held Mo Xuetong, patting her back lightly.
"It's alright, Miss. Miss, it's fine now. Mother Xu is here!" she said gently.
She held Mother Xu tightly and cried even harder. She cried as if her lungs were tearing themselves apart. She wanted to cry it all out. All the hatred, all the anger, all the fear. After this, she promised herself, she wouldn’t cry again. She would give the people who’d hurt her something to cry about.
"Tong'er, what's wrong? Who bullied my Tong'er?!" somebody said from the door.
Even before they entered, the sound of the woman’s laugh was clear and familiar. Madam Yu lifted the curtains high and walked in with a smile.
She was about thirty, and stunningly beautiful. She still looked young, wearing a light coral pleated skirt. When she saw Mo Xuetong struggling to sit up in her bed, she sat down next to her, taking her hand affectionately.
"Aunt!" Mo Xuetong hid the coldness in her eyes and looked up tearily.
Through the haze of tears, she could still see the coldness in Madam Yu’s shrewd eyes. She didn’t look sad or worried in the slightest.
“You look so pitiful. You’re so skinny! Your body is too weak. You need to keep resting.”
Madam Yu’s smile was kind as an elder doting on a young family member. She began to issue orders to Mo Zhu, who had walked in behind her.
“Miss, lie down and rest,” said Mo Zhu, trying to lay her back down. “You were already so weak you tripped into a river. Madam was so worried about you that she couldn’t sleep! You’re lucky you have an aunt like Madam to dote on you.”
Mo Zhu wore a floral cotton dress. She was about fifteen or sixteen, but looked quite weak, as if a gust of wind would blow her away.
At a glance, she sounded like a good servant, worried about a sickly girl, but her words were calculated. Rather than showing sympathy for Mo Xuetong, she praised Madam Yu. She implied Mo Xuetong was weak and she had made her elder worry.
Mo Xuetong glanced up, suppressing a cold laugh. How could she forget Mo Zhu?
Rather than caring for an ill child, Mo Zhu was trying to court Madam Yu’s affections. She was blaming Mo Xuetong for causing trouble in somebody else’s home and not knowing her place.
Thinking about it, it was obvious somebody had tripped her into the river.
And Mo Zhu had been the only other person there.
Mo Xuetong took the handkerchief beside her pillow and wiped away her tears. She tilted her pale face up, deep confusion in her wide, dark eyes as she looked at Mo Zhu. Something about that look made Mo Zhu feel cold and she shuddered, retracting her hand subconsciously. Her words caught in her throat, but she didn’t dare leave.Mother Xu walked up and pushed Mo Zhu aside, glaring at her. She put thick, lotus pink embroidered pillows behind Mo Xuetong and carefully helped her lean onto them.“Tong’er isn’t feeling well. Why are you letting her sit up? Don’t make her sicker. Hurry and let her lie down.” Madam Yu sighed. “It is so painful to see how the world treats motherless children. Even their own servants don’t try as hard. Aunt will give you another two maids in a couple of days and change a few servants around so we can get rid of the lazy ones,” Mother Xu continued to place the pillowsMo Xuetong had just awakened from a coma after falling in the river
Mo Xuetong and her handmaid Mo Lan left through the main gates of the Qin Manor. Madam Yu had one of her best carriages prepared for them. On this surface, she’d been very kind to Mo Xuetong this visit but both girls heaved a sigh of relief as they rode into Cloud City.They wasted no time going to the inn, afraid to miss the mail carriage. No matter what else Moe Xuetong did in this life, she needed to make sure Auntie Fang’s upcoming plan failed.The carriage sped towards House of Treasures. It was the most popular place for young ladies to get clothing and accessories in all of Cloud City. The most discrete way to the inn involved walking right into through front doors of the shop.Behind House of Treasures was a narrow alleyway. At the end of the alley sat an unassuming door. It was usually shut, but if a customer knew the shopkeeper, he would gladly open it for them. Mo Lan was about to ask Mo Xuetong to wait there as she got the shopkeeper when she saw her mi
Someone else was here? Mo Xuetong withdrew her hand as if she’d been burnt and looked out into the alleyway. The door was mostly closed, so she couldn’t see anything clearly. She could just make out somebody in a leather robe. It looked like a young man.“You go first, big brother. I’ll come soon,” the man next to her replied lazily, stepping to hide Mo Xuetong from sight. He gave her a wicked smile and dropped the hand that had been blocking her. Then he turned around, smoothed his robe, and walked cheerfully outside.She could hear them speaking through the door.“Eighth Brother, I can tell you were off with a girl again. The old man is going to be angry if you don’t stop this.” His voice was warm and gentle.“Brother, if I see a beautiful girl, I can’t just leave and let her down! I have to stay and entertain her. He may not like it, but I don’t have any choice in the matter!” the other voice replied carelessly.As the young men moved out of hearing
They could all tell Mo Xuetong was in a bad mood and left without arguement.The room was silent. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she bit her lip, trying to control the swell of sadness. How many things had she been blind to before? She’d never found her mother’s death suspicious. By the time she realized Auntie Fang was responsible, it had been far too late. She could almost see Mo Xuemin’s cruel smile in front of her right now.This life, she could investigate what had happened and avenge her mother.Mo Xuemin hadn’t revealed many details when she’d given Mo Xuetong the poisoned wine. She’d only said that Auntie Fang had been responsible for her mother’s death. In this life, every evil act that mother and daughter had committed would come to light.Her mother, in a letter she wrote Mo Xuetong before she died, said she had left a jade bangle in her father’s study. She’d wanted Mo Xuetong to have it to remember her by. That felt more important now. She had n
Mo Xuetong sat in the horse carriage, leaning against the seat deep in thought. Mother Xu and the other maids assumed she was ill and did not dare to startle her. The carriage was silent, leaving only the clopping of horse hooves.She had intentionally revealed the incident with Lord Qin’s concubine. It was impossible to hide it from Madam Yu after Mo Yunshu had been beaten to death.The two incidents had happened one after another. Old Madam Qin would definitely start to be suspicious Madam Yu! This time there was concrete evidence that someone wanted to harm Auntie Li's child. Madam Qin would surely see that Madam Yu was a vicious person! If Madam Qin started suspecting Madam Yu, it would be far easier to deal with Madam Yu in the future. Lord Qin was said to be a filial son who obeys his mother, so he would be swayed as well.Before she returned to the capital, she had to calm down and think about how to deal with that deceptive pair!Just as Mo Xuetong ex
Nanny Li dealt with, Mo Xuetong turned to Madam Qin."Grand-Aunt, I am going to the capital. How can I leave you behind? How about you come with me? I will be loyal to you," she said, playing up her cuteness as much as possible. She pulled on Madam Qin’s sleeves as if she could not bear to let go. Looking at her, Madam Qin began to forget how impolite she’d found her earlier."What a good girl. I will go to the capital too, after some time. Come and visit me then." Madam Qin laughed happily."Grand-aunt, you have to come quicker! I’ll miss you so much. If not for you taking care of me while I was here...I might have long been dead..." A thoughtful look appeared on Mo Xuetong's face and tears appeared in her beautiful eyes. She looked at the woman longingly, pulling on the corner of Madam Qin's shirt with her pale and tiny hands, refusing to let go."Alright, I will go to the capital faster... Tong'er is so obedient, how can my heart be set at ease with
Mo Xuetong set off early the next morning.The carriage was waiting outside when she woke. Old Madam Luo from the general manor had sent her own carriage to pick Mo Xuetong up. She was worried that Mo Xuetong might feel uncomfortable. There was a soft seat in the carriage piled with thick leather blankets. There were a few cushions on the side as well along with a small desk. There was a little bookshelf with a few leisurely reads by the window.Cloud City was not too far from the capital, but it was not considered near either. Mo Xuetong and the group of people accompanying her took two weeks to arrive at the capital. Nanny Li, having been taught a lesson by Mo Xuetong in Cloud City, became more obedient. She did not dare to create trouble and treated Mo Xuetong very respectfully on the surface. She asked Mo Xuetong for instructions on all matters and never disobeyed her, seeming to have surrendered.As such, the journey was considered smooth.That day they
All the horse carriages were stopped. Maids and other bystanders watched out the windows of their carriages. As the commotion grew, they started to hear shouts from the city gates."Who is it blocking the road? Make way, make way!"Everyone turned to look at another procession of horse carriages approaching. There were a few young and proud noble young men sitting atop their horses. The servants walking by their sides yelled for people to clear a path. The crowd quickly parted for them.A few beautiful horse carriages arrived at the scene under the escort of the noblemen."What happened here?" the handsome but cold young man at the front asked. He looked annoyed at the inconvenience. "The carriage hit and killed someone! They killed someone!" The elderly man on the ground began to scream louder. He rolled around on the ground hugging his leg looking as if he were in so much pain he could not stand up. Everyone's attention was on the ground and the hors