Volume One, Chapter Two: The Past

“Grandson dares not,” Shang Fei said. “I only wish to bring my third sister back to the Duke of Zhen Guo’s residence; I harbor no disrespect toward Grandmother.”

“No disrespect? Dare not?” The old lady sneered coldly. “You’ve already done it—where is the ‘dare not’? Where is the ‘no disrespect’? Take your people and get out of this temple at once!”

“Grandmother...” Shang Fei had not expected such ruthlessness; not a shred of face was spared him, and his expression darkened further.

“What? Can’t understand my words? Or do you intend to defy your grandmother?” The old lady’s tone was firm and deliberate.

Shang Fei’s hands clenched tightly beneath his wide sleeves, then loosened. With a harsh flick of his sleeve, he turned to Shang Yinqiong and said, “Since it’s for Grandmother’s sake today, I’ll spare you. You should know your place—return to the residence soon and do not worry Mother.”

With that, he led his people away.

Once Shang Fei and his group had vanished from sight, Shang Yinqiong turned and bowed deeply to the old lady. “Thank you, Grandmother, for saving me.”

“Come with me.” The old lady’s eyes rested lightly on Shang Yinqiong before she turned and left.

Shang Yinqiong hurried to follow.

…

Elsewhere, in the monks’ quarters behind the temple, a thick stench of blood lingered.

A man clad in black sat in the place of honor. His long, jet-black hair spilled over his shoulders, his gaze icy, lips pressed tight. A sinister aura radiated from him, like a demon risen from the depths of hell.

This man was none other than Crown Prince Jiang Xuanyan.

At his side lay a corpse, battered nearly beyond recognition, blood pooling around it. Yet he seemed indifferent, only furrowing his brow slightly. “Can Yan, what’s the commotion behind the temple?”

“Your Highness, it was the young master from the Duke of Zhen Guo’s residence, bringing the second young lady to bind the third young lady back to the residence. But Grandmother stopped them. Just now, she drove the young master and second young lady out,” Can Yan reported respectfully.

“Boring,” Jiang Xuanyan said coldly, clearly uninterested.

…

In the old lady’s chamber within the temple, Nurse Tang had dismissed the servants, leaving only the old lady and Shang Yinqiong.

“Speak. Why have you stayed in the temple all this time?” the old lady asked directly.

Shang Yinqiong knew she couldn’t hide her small intentions from the old lady, so she answered frankly, “I hope Grandmother will return to the Duke of Zhen Guo’s residence with me.”

“You’re honest,” the old lady chuckled lightly. “Just like your mother.”

Shang Yinqiong was taken aback. A vision of the gentle and delicate Madame Yu of the Duke of Zhen Guo’s residence came to mind, and she frowned.

She hardly resembled Madame Yu at all.

It was her adoptive sister Shang Runyu who more closely resembled Madame Yu.

Perhaps sensing Shang Yinqiong’s confusion, the old lady sighed. “Do you know you are not actually Madame Yu’s biological daughter? Your true mother was Wang Lexi, the only daughter of the wealthiest family in Jiangnan, the Wang family.”

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