Volume One, Chapter 16: Concubine Tian Is Qin Xian’s Daughter
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Leng Yueheng heard the answer she sought and quickly returned to her chamber, feigning sleep.
Damn! Concubine Tian is Qin Xian’s daughter!
This is bad—Prime Minister Zhao will surely do everything in his power to eliminate her and Concubine Tian.
As the saying goes, when cutting grass, you must remove the roots; otherwise, it will grow back with the spring breeze.
Wait a minute! Wouldn’t it be easy for Prime Minister Zhao to get rid of Concubine Tian?
Then how did the original owner survive until sixteen?
There is only one possibility: Prime Minister Zhao is unaware of Concubine Tian’s existence.
Then who wants to kill her?
It’s the actual executor of the Qin family massacre from years ago.
Exactly! That executor discovered Concubine Tian, the one who slipped through the net. Upon learning that she had lost her memory, he decided to spare her—or perhaps, fearing Prime Minister Zhao’s ruthless power, he dared not inform the prime minister that the task was incomplete.
Therefore, there must be another master behind Concubine Jiang in the Prime Minister’s residence.
No matter what, both she and Concubine Tian are in grave danger, constantly at risk of being silenced forever...
“Father... Father... Father...” Amid her thoughts, Leng Yueheng heard Concubine Tian’s voice rising with urgency.
Silently, Leng Yueheng bowed toward the ceiling, only hoping the original owner would not blame her—for how could she protect Concubine Tian without first uncovering her true identity?
The entire courtyard was awakened by the cries. Leng Yueheng rose and went to see.
There stood Concubine Tian, her hair disheveled, wailing loudly, pounding her chest in despair as though witnessing a scene that tore her soul apart. Tears and mucus clung to her face.
Leng Yueheng quickly approached to calm her. Concubine Tian clung to her, slowly quieting down, murmuring, “Father... Father... Mother died so tragically!”
Concubine Tian had relapsed.
When Leng Xuanru arrived, Concubine Tian’s eyes were still wet with tears, and she had already lain down, looking like a child wronged.
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Leng Xuanru sighed deeply, casting a pitying glance at Concubine Tian before departing.
The maids pitied Concubine Tian, seeing that the master paid her no mind.
Concubine Tian’s disfigurement had long extinguished any romantic affection Leng Xuanru might have had for her; all that remained was pity for this woman.
Leng Yueheng watched her father leave with equanimity.
She longed for those steadfast, unwavering loves—where a man treasures a woman even as her beauty fades and illness confines her to bed. She admired such men.
But she knew that when her father brought Concubine Tian into the household and gave her shelter, it was already a great kindness. Now that affection had waned with time, it was only natural; one should not expect too much.
The next day at midday, Leng Yuejiao came to Bamboo Grove Garden, sulking and petulant.
“Leng Yueheng, how dare you still live? You’ve disgraced the entire Leng family!”
Just seeing her fourth younger sister made Leng Yueheng’s head ache. That shrill voice pierced her eardrums and made her head buzz.
“What now?” Leng Yueheng asked patiently.
“Your affair with Prince Ji has spread like wildfire, making me a laughingstock!” Leng Yuejiao whimpered pitifully.
Leng Yueheng smiled inwardly, knowing this was the handiwork of Concubine Jiang from the Prime Minister’s residence.
“Did you lose an argument again?”
“Isn’t it because of you? I’m cursed for eight lifetimes to have such a shameless sister!” Leng Yuejiao burst into tears.
Leng Yueheng told someone to pour tea for her sister and brought some snacks.
“Tell me what happened,” Leng Yueheng said with a smile, gently pushing the sulking Leng Yuejiao onto a chair.
“Because of you, those little hussies mocked me. They said I’m just like you—a seductress!”
Leng Yuejiao glared fiercely at Leng Yueheng and began crying again.
Leng Yueheng felt the saliva flying toward her face. Although the original owner never got along with Leng Yuejiao, Leng Yueheng didn’t want to make any more enemies.
Moreover, from what she observed, Leng Yuejiao was mostly used as a pawn by Mistress Jiang and her daughter; her true nature was not so bad.
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Enough! What’s the use of a twenty-eight-year-old soul quarreling with a thirteen-year-old child? She would teach her a lesson!
“Who dares bully you? I’ll stand up for you!” Leng Yueheng decided to unite with Leng Yuejiao against their common enemies.
“Then let’s go now!” Leng Yuejiao pouted, grabbing Leng Yueheng and rushing out.
At the Tea Whisper Pavilion, a gathering place for young ladies in the inner city’s women’s quarters, men rarely visited. On the second floor, from the easternmost tea room, lively chatter could be heard.
These young ladies were the so-called plastic sisters of the fourth Miss Leng Yuejiao. Now that the affair between Leng Yueheng and Yan Beiyuan was the talk of the town, they began to exclude Leng Yuejiao.
“Leng Yuejiao, how dare you come back here?”
A lady saw Leng Yuejiao leading a few maids and servants standing at the entrance, and the crowd surged forward, intent on humiliating her.
They did not recognize Leng Yueheng.
“If I were you, I’d bash my head against a wall having such a sister!”
“Don’t tell me you went to your shameless sister’s lover to plead your case?”
“Leng Yuejiao, leave quickly! This place isn’t for you; a brothel suits you better!”
“Why so quiet? Where’s that usual arrogance? Let’s see if you still dare mock us in the future!”
Leng Yueheng looked over and saw a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls. Maid Zhu Qing whispered that they were daughters of sixth or seventh-rank minor officials.
Leng Yueheng wanted to laugh—no wonder Leng Yuejiao befriended them; she must have been pestering them regularly.
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