Before the morning mist had dissipated, Jiang Wan’s embroidered shoes crunched over a layer of scattered vegetable leaves. On the vermillion gates of the Marquis's Mansion, a torn notice remained; the word "impure," scrawled in ink, had been splashed with dog blood, glowing a nauseating, dark crimson in the dawn light.
"My lady, don't go out!" Lüluo gripped her sleeve tightly. "Mother Wang from West Street has gathered a crowd of women at the street corner, claiming they want justice!"
Jiang Wan pushed open the carved lattice window, and the commotion below became clear:
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