On the black cliff near the official road.
The damp wind from the lake whipped up Yongxiang's purple dress.
Her long hair danced, tightly bound into a long braid with a white scarf adorned with golden bells.
"Is there anything you want to say?"
The maid in front of her was someone she could never have imagined would betray her.
Because this person had served her for twelve years.
Twelve years....
How many twelve years does one have in a lifetime?
They grew up together, played together, and even as their statuses slowly diverged, they never completely parted.
But now....
"Han Jia, why.... why would you do such a thing?"
The sound was drowned by the howling wind, but it could not conceal the turbulent rise and fall of Yongxiang's chest.
Not long ago, she had conducted a thorough investigation, thinking everything was fine.
But now....
She no longer knew whom to trust....
The maid, Han Jia, bit her lip, lowered her head, and did not reply.
