"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching scream suddenly tore through the sky and tore through the silence of the night. It drilled straight into Murong Hanzhi's ears. She, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly shivered and opened her eyes with a swoosh.
" Another terrifying scream. Who is it…"
She curled up and hugged her knees tightly. Cold sweat poured down like rain, and her face was pale. Ever since she came to the Yeting Laundering Bureau, she had been woken up by such screams more than once, and then it was difficult for her to fall asleep.
Fortunately, of the other two maidservants in the same room as her, one had just been transferred to another place, and the other had won the favor of a certain consort and escaped from the bitter sea of the laundry bureau, leaving her alone to struggle bitterly.
Therefore, no matter how helpless she was, her fragility would not be seen by others. Sometimes, this was the self-esteem that people relied on to survive.
" Ah-I can't take it-let me die-let me die-"
The voice continued to speak intermittently. It was hoarse and trembling. It was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, and it was impossible to tell the age. Because of the unbearable pain, the voice was distorted to the extreme.
After a while, there was a commotion in the rooms of the laundry bureau. However, it was obvious that they were used to it and soon calmed down.
Murong Hanzhi listened for a while. As usual, the screams turned into extremely suppressed sobs, making it difficult for people to breathe.
What kind of pain would make him or her want to die?
Murong Hanzhi pondered for a moment, then gently wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. He put on his clothes and quietly left the house.
The moonlight was like water, the candlelight swayed, and the cold wind blew, adding a chill. The person in thin clothes walked along the cobblestone path until she reached the bridge.
But strangely, the sound suddenly disappeared. The restless night suddenly became extremely quiet, as if the scream had never happened.
"Where is he?"
Murong Hanzhi couldn't help but shiver. The rippling water under the bridge reflected her jade-like face and graceful figure. The fish in the water seemed to be ashamed of their inferiority. With a " chi " sound, they dived into the bottom of the water.
She held her waist gently, and her eyes that were like autumn water stared at the lake surface that was rippling with the wind. Her pink lips parted slightly, and she exhaled a faint fragrance, filled with endless melancholy.
This face was beautiful and sparkling. Although it was a little pale, it was still soul-stirring.
Seventeen was supposed to be a good age in life, but why was her eyes filled with vicissitudes and loneliness, as if she had seen through the world and experienced life and death?
"Who cares about others? I'm the same. I can't even protect myself.”
She laughed bitterly at herself. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with unwillingness and calmness.
The inner courtyard could lock her thin body, but it could not lock her delicate heart. Because she had experienced the pain of being grounded, she constantly remembered and yearned for a free and unrestrained life outside the palace.
Those were happy and carefree times. It was a happiness that she could never have again in her entire life. It was a happiness that she could never get again even if she gave everything!
Now, other than the memories, nothing else belonged to her.
The surroundings became quieter and quieter. She hurriedly looked in the direction of the scream and felt a chill. She covered her clothes and rushed back to her room.
No matter who it was, it was up to him or her.
Not long after, the sky was already bright. The female slaves of the laundry bureau rubbed their sleepy eyes and got up one after another. They began to wash the clothes that could never be finished.
Murong Hanzhi was the most silent one among them. Because she had been here for the shortest time, she had the most work to do.
There was nothing they could do about it. No matter where they were, people would always bully strangers. Murong Hanzhi was even more beautiful than them. When people were jealous, they would do anything.
Murong Hanzhi looked very tired because he didn't sleep well last night. He yawned from time to time, and tears were about to fall.
A 17-or 18-year-old female slave beside her elbowed her and asked in a bad mood," Hanzhi, are you looking for trouble? How dare you laze around in front of Granny Lou? Hurry up and bathe!”
Her name was Lin Jing. She was Murong Hanzhi's only friend after entering the palace. Although she always spoke sarcastically, she was kind and her concern for others was not fake.
It was rare for someone as cold and unsociable as Murong Hanzhi to have a friend who cared about her and was willing to let her care about her.
"How would I dare? Linjing, did you hear the screams last night?”Murong Hanzhi asked in a low voice.
Of course, even though she asked this question, she knew very well in her heart that it was impossible for them not to hear it.
As expected, Lin Jing's expression changed as soon as he heard this. He hurriedly looked around the crowd and did not find anything unusual. Then, he turned around and glared at Murong Hanzhi angrily." What scream? I don't know. Mind your own business and do the laundry!”
Murong Hanzhi smiled and didn't ask further. Her guess was right. This scream must be a sign of something. Looking at how they were all hiding something, things were definitely not simple.
As for what the inside story was, there was probably no way to find out for a while.
"Laugh, laugh my ass!" The housekeeper's nanny looked fierce and could not stand Murong Hanzhi's indifference and indifference to everything. She could not stand her smile that was enough to turn all living beings upside down. She picked up a basket of clothes and poured them into her basin." Wash all these out, or you're not allowed to eat!"”
For the past month, Murong Hanzhi had been living such a life. He did twice as much work as they did, but ate half as much.
Even a person made of iron could not withstand such torture, let alone her, who had always been weak.
However, she still pursed her lips tightly and glanced at the pile of dirty clothes indifferently. She quickened her movements.
Lin Jing looked at her worriedly, but he suppressed his urge to say anything. It was better not to talk too much when you didn't have the ability to protect others. Otherwise, he would only implicate others.
"B * tch, what are you thinking?”Nanny Lou gritted her teeth and scolded, her eyes filled with disdain." Your father betrayed the Emperor. How arrogant can you be?!”
Murong Hanzhi's hand stiffened. He gritted his teeth and looked up at her.
A month ago, her father, Murong Luo, who was conferred the title of Lord Runan by the Emperor of Lone Bamboo, rebelled and was killed in defeat. She, her sister Murong Hanye, and her brother Murong Hanlin were inevitably imprisoned as sinners and enslaved for life to atone for their sins.
Her father had not asked her about his rebellion, so she was innocent.
However, no one cared about her innocence. She could only endure all the humiliation and torture that was imposed on her.
"What's with that look? Are you going to eat me?!”Mrs. Lou finally found an excuse to vent her anger. She raised her hand and slapped him." I told you to be stubborn!”
Over here, she, Granny Lou, would listen. No one dared to disobey her. She would beat up whoever she wanted to beat up. Otherwise, someone would want to be beaten.
But this time, she missed because Murong Hanzhi turned his head to the side and dodged.
" You dare to dodge!?" Nanny Lou staggered and almost sprained her back. She was even more embarrassed and immediately became angry." B * tch, do you want to rebel?"!”
It seemed that traitors were all restless. Murong Hanzhi was his child, and she was not any better. However, she had a face that was enough to charm people. Sooner or later, she would be a disaster!
"I didn't do anything wrong. What right do you have to hit me?”
Murong Hanzhi sneered silently and lowered his head to wash his clothes.
The more people tried to bully her, the less she would beg for mercy and the more she would fight to the end. It wasn't that she wasn't afraid of pain, but that she couldn't give them a reason to belittle her.
It was true that she was the daughter of a sinner, but that did not mean that she was guilty and deserved to be trampled on.
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