Her brow slowly unfurled, Jiang Yue’s gaze sliding along the dark patterns on Xiao Yunsheng’s clothes as she fought down the urge to look up at him.
She wanted to ask the general standing before her if he had seen through anything. Yet she feared that if she looked up, Xiao Yunsheng would question her and scatter the courage she had just managed to gather.
She was never a particularly steadfast or brave woman; she was like a blade of reed grass. Selling herself in the past for the sake of Xingxing was already the bravest thing she had ever done. For women like them, entering a great household as a slave or a maid was already a blessing granted by the heavens. To be noticed and made a warm-bed maid was something countless people envied, a piece of good fortune earned through accumulated virtue in past lives. To be elevated to a concubine, given her own courtyard, and allowed to bear children of her own—that was the absolute pinnacle of wealth and status.
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