How long it had been, she didn't know. The mandarin duck under her nimble fingers was finally finished. She rubbed her aching neck and stood up.

Only then did he realize the sun was already setting, and a lone figure emerged from the next-door house.

His hair was a mess, like a chicken coop, and his body was thin as a stalk of sugarcane.

The cheekbones were high and prominent, the eye sockets deep. He came over step by unsteady step, wearing his sleep clothes.

"Oh, Die'r you little devil, you didn't even say a word when you came out, scaring me half to death."

The magpie patted its chest and scolded the butterfly.

The butterfly ignored the magpie's scolding, leaning against the wall and moving step by step toward the room's entrance. She seemed slow but was actually quite anxious.

"Madam, madam is calling me, quickly, quickly..."

Since the incident, Die'er had not spoken a word. Now, she finally spoke up.

The magpie was startled and realized she had almost ignored the Xie family for two hours. Earlier, the Xie family kept saying their body ached, so how are they now?

Thinking of this, the magpie put the handkerchief back into the needlework basket and rushed into the house first.

"Ah!"

A distorted scream suddenly echoed from within the room.

The butterfly had only just toddled to the door when it was knocked over by a magpie who dashed out from inside.

Both of them fell down. The magpie's face turned pale, and her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"What's wrong?" Die'er asked, a sudden bad feeling washing over her.

The magpie trembled, pointing with its finger at the inner room, its teeth clicking together in a soft *chitter-chatter*.

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“Madam, she, she, she is dead...”

"What?"

The butterfly was greatly startled and struggled to get up, staggering towards the inner room...

When Yang Wenxuan came back, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

With the help of Die'er, Xie changed into a neat set of clothes, and her hair was also neatly combed.

With a light dusting of powder on her face and her hands clasped in front of her, wrists adorned with a colorful ribbon that concealed the scar from where she had cut herself.

Thus, lying still with her eyes closed, she seemed to be asleep.

Yang Wenxuan gently stroked Xie Shi's icy forehead, remembering their past love affair, and tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.

“Ting'er, ah, how could you be so cruel, leaving me like this...”

“We can have another son, but if you leave me… how will I survive in this world alone?”

Yang Wenxuan stood by Xie's bedside, heartbroken.

The butterfly knelt on the ground, dressed in mourning clothes. She cried and put pieces of paper into a small brazier in front of her.

"Miss, you've suffered a lot in your life. When it's time to leave, there isn't even half a person to see you off."

“Butterfly, burn some paper money for me. Don't feel wronged over there.”

"Buy a few more maidservants to wait on you, bring you tea and water, and relieve your worries..."

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When Yang Wenxuan heard the soft murmur from Die'er beside him, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the maid.

“It’s rare that you, as a maidservant, still have a conscience. It doesn't go to waste that Ting'er treated you well.” he said. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Butterfly cried, "Although we are master and servant, the young mistress treated me like a sister. It's Butterfly who is useless. If I had been here today, the young mistress would not have committed suicide by cutting her wrists..."

Speaking of which, Yang Wenshu thought of someone.

Yes, that person is still Zhou.

Yang Wenxuan gritted his teeth and said, "All of this is caused by that poisonous woman from the Zhou family. It was she who killed my son and Ting'er. I swear, if I don't settle the score with her, I will never be at peace!"

<<>Yang Wenxuan wanted to bury Xie Shi as a concubine out of love.

Although as a concubine I cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb after death, in the future when he passes away, I can openly and joyously be with him.

This proposal was directly denied by the old grandfather.

Moreover, he also verbally abused Yang Wenxuan and almost knocked out two more of his teeth.

The reason was that it is inappropriate to air family matters publicly, so Xie remained buried as the young mistress of the Yang family and was laid to rest alongside her son.

Due to the Yang family's current internal and external troubles, this funeral was extremely simple, even to the point of being shabby.

Even the standards of ordinary well-off households couldn't compare.

Naturally, there were no relatives who came to mourn.

But Yang Ruqing still hid her identity and had the coffin shop clerk send two wreaths to express condolences.

As for this Xie family, Yang Ruqing actually harbored no hatred.

I've had dinner with Xie twice, and I feel sorry for this granddaughter-in-law of the Yang family, Yang Ruoqing. She's a victim of circumstance and doesn't fight back against her fate.

To end up like this, it can only be blamed on the Xie family's own misstep, a complete loss.

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Slashing one's wrists, ending one's life, perhaps is Xie Shi realizing she was wrong,

Therefore, seek redemption through such a self-determined way.

True beauty is often met with misfortune.

As for the series of events that have recently happened at Yang Residence, Yang Ruqing is basically aware of them all.

Knowing that the Yang family, father and son, are now having a hard time, their business keeps running into one problem after another.

It's like playing games with them, one hole isn't patched up yet and another one breaks open, leaking again.

Yang Wenxuan was in a state of panic, with several lawsuits already weighing him down.

Because of financial strain, the backyard was also affected.

Even the pampered concubines and maidservants, who had been treated so well for over a decade, were suddenly back to their old lives.

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Not only were all of Yang Wenxuan's valuables, including his gold and silver ornaments and the savings he had accumulated over time, confiscated, but even the small everyday items like pouches and sachets that he used to make were taken away by his men and sold off.

Besides, it is said that Yang Wenxuan is still contacting tooth-sellers, hoping to pick some beautiful and young maidservants to sell.

Did everything I could to cut down on the money-making schemes in my head.

His wife, Zhou, was beaten and sent back to her parents' home. His son also died, and Xie committed suicide.

Now, Yang Mansion is completely different from when Yang Ruqing and the others came last month.

The atmosphere inside the mansion was heavy with fear and anxiety. Everyone was on edge.

When Zhou was not in the backyard, someone would often take advantage of the situation.

As with many large families, all sorts of petty squabbles and scandals came to light.

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Zhou's house has been visited by how many waves of bandits, who knows.

Even the embroidered pillows on the bed were torn open, just to see if there was any money hidden inside...

The inn.

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Yang Ruqing stood by the window, gazing at the Yuncheng of this night. She looked at the red lanterns winding along the street.

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This night's Yun Cheng, many people came out to the night market, similar to modern cities, just without information and technology.

The pace of life for ordinary people is a bit slower, but everything else is about the same.

This is a test.

Tonight, the same thousands of homes are lit.

But some people are happy while others are sad.

This fishing net has been out for quite a while now, it's time to reel it in.

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