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Foreword: A Twist of Destinies
In the long river of history, there is such a forgotten corner, which is full of silent cries and neglected tears.
Under the haze of the "Zhu Jiu Clan", the names of the concubines never appeared on the death list, but this does not mean that they can escape.
Their fate, like the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, could fall at any moment.
In this male-dominated era, their existence is as weak and uncertain as a candle fluttering in the wind.
Chapter 1: Shadows Shrouded in Blood
As night fell, a waning moon hung in the sky, reflecting the walls of the court.
In the cold wind, the sound of swords clinking pierced the silence of the night, and groups of soldiers with torches in their hands shuttled through every corner of the court.
Their eyes were cold, and the weapons in their hands shone with a cold light, this was a war without gunpowder, a complete reckoning against the rebels.
In this purge, no member of the family can escape.
The elderly, children, and even infant babies fell victim to this bloody feast.
However, on the brink of the massacre, a group of women dressed in fine clothes stood silently, their eyes revealing fear and confusion, they were forgotten concubines, survivors of this catastrophe.
One of them, named Wan'er, had her hands clutching her dress tightly, her fingertips white.
Her heart was beating like a drum, and every beat seemed to beat her chest.
She had witnessed the demise of her family, and the faces that had once been familiar were now reduced to cold corpses.
Wan'er's heart was filled with despair, she didn't know what her future would be, and if she too would end up being a part of this land like those corpses.
Chapter 2: The Struggle in the Golden Wire Cage
As dawn dawned, Wan'er was ushered into a richly decorated room.
Here, in stark contrast to the blood and death outside.
There was a faint fragrance in the room, silk drapery swaying gently, and everything seemed so peaceful.
However, this tranquility is like a captivity in a golden cage for Wan'er, she loses her freedom and becomes a canary in this gorgeous cage.
In front of Wan'er, there was the master who had doted on her, but now there was only indifference in his eyes.
His words were cold and merciless: "From now on, you are no longer my concubine, but a maid in this court."
Wan'er's heart sank to the bottom, and she knew that her fate was no longer in her own hands.
She will spend the rest of her life in this golden cage until she grows old and is completely forgotten by this world.
Chapter 3: The Lonely Shadow of Displacement
Wan'er stepped out of the palace gate alone, her heart like a dead leaf swept away by the autumn wind, fluttering and helpless.
The willow trees on both sides of the street swayed in the wind, as if telling the sorrow of parting.
Her steps faltered, each step heavy as if she were carrying an invisible chain.
Beyond the city gates, there was a desolate scene.
The once prosperous world has been consumed by the flames of war, leaving only ruins and endless silence.
A hint of confusion flashed in Wan'er's eyes, she didn't know where she was going.
Home is no longer home, she is like a lonely boat that has lost its way, drifting in the vast sea of people.
Night falls, and the wind is cold.
Wan'er huddled in the corner of a dilapidated temple, hugging her shoulders tightly, trying to find a glimmer of warmth.
The moonlight shone through the broken lattice and on her face, reflecting her pale and haggard countenance.
In this silent night, a deep despair swelled up in Wan'er's heart, and her future, like this dark night, could not see a trace of light.
Chapter 4: The Helpless Fate of the Green Building
As the morning dawned, Wan'er's footsteps stopped in front of a green building.
There was a hint of hesitation and struggle in her eyes, but she finally stepped through the heavy wooden door.
Inside the green building, the lights were bright, the aroma of fat powder came to the nostrils, and the laughter of the women and the sound of the piano were intertwined, but they could not hide the sadness in the air.
The old bustard greeted her, her eyes full of calculation and indifference.
She looked at Wan'er, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile: "New here, looking at you like this, there must be nowhere to go."
Wan'er lowered her head, her heart hurting as if it had been pricked by a needle.
She was placed in a small room, with faded draperies hanging from the four walls, and the air was old and old.
Wan'er sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the strange self in the mirror, her hands trembling, tears rolling in her eyes.
She knew that from now on, she would no longer be the pampered concubine, but a woman in a green mansion who had to sell herself for a living.
Late at night, Wan'er stood in front of the window of the Qinglou, looking at the starry sky outside, her heart was full of endless thoughts and confusion about the future.
She didn't know how long this life would last, and her heart was filled with fear and anxiety about the future.
However, she had no choice but to spend one long night after another in this helpless destination.
Chapter 5: The Wife's Protection and Secret Suffering
At the other end of the city, former wives gather under the protection of their mothers' homes.
Although their faces have lost their former glory, they still maintain a sense of calmness.
In this familiar courtyard, they try to forget that tragic memory and rebuild their lives.
Yet, in the dead of night, there is still a deep fear and uneasiness in their eyes.
Li, a former noblewoman, now lives silently in the corner of her mother's house.
Her husband was convicted of treason, her property was confiscated, and she and her children narrowly escaped.
Despite her efforts to maintain her semblance of strength, whenever night fell, she would be alone, silently weeping in the dim candlelight.
Deep in her heart, she has never been able to get rid of the pain of losing her lover and the uncertainty of the future.
Chapter 6: The Interweaving of Fates and the Silent Cry
Wan'er's days in the Qinglou passed day by day, and she learned how to hide her emotions and how to survive in this false prosperity.
Her singing and dancing won the applause of the guests, but in her eyes, there was never a trace of true joy.
Her mind, like a bird in captivity, longs to fly, but is powerless to break free.
One night, Wan'er stared at the starry sky in front of the window, her thoughts drifting into the distance.
She remembered the master who had doted on her, and the days at court.
There was a strong desire in her heart to be able to get rid of it all, to be able to regain her freedom.
However, when her gaze fell on the high courtyard wall, her heart sank again.
She knew that her fate was firmly tied here.
Just then, a sharp knock on the door broke the silence of the night.
Wan'er's heart tightened, she didn't know what would happen next.
She walked slowly to the door, her palms breaking out in a cold sweat, her heart full of apprehension.
The moment she opens the door, an unexpected person appears in front of her and brings her a fateful message.
A hint of surprise flashed in Wan'er's eyes, and then it was replaced by a deep confusion.
Her heart was full of doubts, not knowing where this news would take her.
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