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When she left, her gaze was filled with darkness. Every blade of grass and every tree that she was familiar with during the day were all tainted with a bone-piercing chill.

Qi Mu lowered her head and silently picked up the two bowls and the empty bottle. She was filled with mixed emotions as she prepared to leave quietly.

Farewell, apart from useless courtesy, also can't give that person a bit of comfort and strength, but only add to the sadness.

After taking a few slow steps back to the path, the hand holding the basket finally tightened slightly. Then, the corner of her lips lifted up slightly. She turned her head back, and with an inexplicable emotion in her indifference, she said to the opposing doctor:

"Doctor Fang, do you dislike my mother?"

His tone clearly carried a trace of ridicule and laughter.

Doctor Fang was already sitting on a tree stump at the entrance of Niu Zhuang Village, still staring at the path that was not completely dark. Hearing this, he suddenly stiffened behind him, and then actually started chuckling, his mood unclear.

"Sad for his misfortune, angry for not fighting, with the support of his heart, he is powerless to turn the situation around."

That low and deep voice hid the edge of the blade, and it also brought along the sound of decline. It reverberated in Qi Mo's heart for a long time, and created wave after wave of ripples.

If not, that person would be the only daughter of the general. With her cowardly and selfish behavior, he would definitely kill her himself.

A descendant like her was the only stain in the general's life that could not be erased.

However, to General Yu, Yang Yu (the real name of his mother) was a treasure much more important than his own life. Thus, he could only choose to close his eyes, cover his heart, and wholeheartedly protect and love the General.

No matter what, that person was the apple of the general's eye. He was supposed to be like the so-called young miss of the capital, living a leisurely life of luxury, admiring the flowers and looking at the moon. He didn't expect that in the end, he would end up like a farmer's wife …

When he thought of this, he always felt that he was sorry for saving the general's life, and felt deeply guilty and uneasy.

"Right."

"En." Qi Mu replied softly before walking away without even turning his head back. His back seemed to be filled with decisiveness as he walked steadily.

The days were still long, and things would have to be done slowly. There would come a day when she would have to drink a little, but her heart was still a little tired.

Go back and sleep.

"..."

The red alley of Wutong Town, a man's gentleness.

This was especially true for the flower-covered floors of Red Lane, whose names filled the world.

The women inside, even the most ordinary maids, were all the old maids. They were carefully selected and cultivated for many years. They all had bright eyes, red lips, and were very pretty.

What about the real girls in Flower Mansion? They often made fun of each other and made a lot of men lose their heads. They hugged their beauties and swore: "I would like to stay here forever, drunk in your arms, and be a passerby from now on."

Flowers covered the entire floor of the restaurant. There were a total of seven floors, and each floor was filled with all sorts of guests.

One or two floors were all used by the scattered customers like flowing water. There were large merchants with their waists covered in gold and silver that were travelling to and fro in the Wutong Town. It was not that ordinary merchants did not want to do so, but rather, they only wanted to do so with great anticipation and lacked the strength to do so.

The third or fourth floor was for guests with status and reputation. They were usually the sons and young masters of some of the more wealthy families in Wutong Town or Jiangnan City. Of course, there were often men from all over the city who had come to admire them.

The 4th to 5th level was for those important and respected guests from the entire Donghua Empire. Most of them were imperial relatives, ministers, etc.

Very few people entered the sixth floor. It was said that the last time it was opened was ten years ago for a man who looked like an immortal …

On the seventh floor, everyone had never heard of it before. Just what did it look like?

On this night, the seventh floor of Flowerflower Restaurant welcomed an elegant youth dressed in black.

He lazily reclined on the imperial concubine chair inlaid with gemstones. His eyes that were like blossoming peach blossoms continuously moved about, unwittingly but intentionally exuding traces of romantic feelings, as if he was lightly teasing someone's heart.

Not far away from him, on the exquisite Persian carpet, was a graceful young lady. She knelt on the ground with her head lowered, and her fair and delicate hands danced with the wind on her zither. Her slender fingers caressed the strings of her zither.

Her face was like a lotus flower emerging from the water. She was young, but there was already a bright and charming look between her eyebrows, faintly revealing the innocence of a young girl. Her figure was graceful and her temperament was not ordinary.

As she carefully played the zither during her twelfth year of age, she was gradually unable to endure the restlessness in her little daughter's heart. After thinking about it, she bit her red lips and followed her thoughts and quietly glanced at the boy leaning against the wall.

In an instant, two faint red clouds flew over her fair face. Even though the person on the chair did not seem to look at her directly, she was still distracted. Her uncontrollable hand trembled slightly. This tune was broken …

A round drop of blood fell between the strings of the zither. It was so enchanting that it dispersed, startling her heart a bit.

She slowly raised her head, but her eyes were looking towards the floor. She had a beautiful appearance with tears in her eyes, and her voice was soft and weak, causing people to feel pity for her. With her red lips slightly opened, she said:

"Please forgive me, young master."

After a long time, there was no zither music coming from inside the room. It was so quiet that even the sound of her shallow breathing could be clearly heard. With every breath she took, her heart tensed up, but she could not see any response from the young man on the Imperial Consort's chair.

She remembered what Mama Li had said when she came, when she held her hand and said over and over again, "Snowy, you're going, you just have to play the zither well, focus, focus, be careful, don't make a mistake, don't read random words, just play the zither well, you understand?" If you're wrong, then I won't be able to protect you if that person really does pursue the matter!

She had already broken the rules, and she did not dare to say another word. She curled her slender body into a ball, like a stray cat that had no place to heat up in the middle of winter, as she anxiously waited for her end.

The blowing of the snow, or perhaps after tonight, he would truly be like the drifting of snow. From then on, he would be in his prime and he would no longer be in the Mortal Tower.

She knew very well that if what she said sounded good, then she would be the manager girl who was brimming with flowers. If what she said didn't sound good, then she wouldn't be as clean and magnanimous as the sprinkled maidservants from a large family.

No matter how beautiful her appearance or how beautiful her complexion was, she was just a plaything pet for those with power or influence.