Su Qing's breathing suddenly caught. The moment her fingertips touched the jade pendant, she pulled her hand back as if scalded.
Memories from more than a decade ago surged like a tide. Back then, she had been ignorant and naive. After becoming "Su Qing," she only knew that she would never have to suffer from hunger and cold again. But as she grew older, she lived in daily dread, knowing she was merely a substitute, a fake who could be exposed at any moment.
Su Qing clenched the jade pendant tightly in her palm, its sharp edges pricking her skin with a dull ache. Looking down at her mud-stained hands, she suddenly burst out laughing. Her laughter echoed in the quiet courtyard, startling a few night crows.
Chapter 102