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"Almost there..." She tore open her Qipao, revealing the stretch marks, and those scars suddenly split apart, from which a purple-blue Umbilical Cord emerged. "Back then, I should have used your Placenta as the medicine!"
Shen Yan's severed limb suddenly spasmed. It resonated with my Qingtong embedded in place. As his tongue brushed against the edge of the Dye Vat, I realized that the indigo dye was congealed amniotic fluid—mingled with the resentment of ninety-nine fetuses over twenty-five years.
"Look at me." He grasped my chin and turned my face toward the reflection in the water. As the ripples settled, I saw myself transformed into Madam Qin Wanyun, lying in a Bronze Coffin, giving birth.
The sound of a clapper startled the ancestral hall. In the corner of the Dye Vat, I watched Shen Yan use my blood to repair the bite marks on the armrest of his wheelchair. The varying depths of those bite marks oozed blood, revealing the small Sheng Chen character under the moonlight.
"You bit this." He suddenly tore open my garment, pointing at the bite mark. "Three years ago, on the night you were sold into Shen Mansion, in the woodshed..."
Memories exploded like the Dye Vat. I saw my fourteen-year-old self curled up in a pile of straw, with Shen Yan's wheelchair bathed in moonlight. The Bronze Lock Piece on his severed limb sliced through my coarse clothing, leaving bloody bite marks on my chest—exactly where I was now.
The Second Mistress's prayer beads suddenly rolled to my feet. She held up an oil lamp to illuminate the bottom of the Dye Vat, where a Bronze Coffin lay submerged, its lid engraved with lotus-shaped breathing holes: "Sister Wanyun was suffocated to death right here."
As I touched one of the breathing holes, I suddenly heard a baby's cry. Shen Yan's wheelchair emitted a grinding noise as water began to pour from his severed limb: "---
When the master's jade ring got stuck in my throat, all the lights in the ancestral hall suddenly went out. He tore at my newly changed plain white Qipao but found a blood-stained character embroidered over my heart.
"You shameless wretch dare to imitate her!" He gripped my neck and slammed me against the coffin; the Qingtong breathing hole pierced through my back. "Back then, you should have been buried with that bastard..."
Shen Yan's wheelchair rolled over a floor covered in prayer flags. The bluish flame from his lighter illuminated the inner walls of the coffin—there were countless scratch marks mixed with mottled blood writings: [The soul exchange ritual requires blood ties as offerings.]
"Does Father know what Twin Lotus is?" He suddenly threw the lighter into the indigo flames, splitting into two figures giving birth—Qin Wanyun and Silver Second Madam.
The master let out a sudden scream. His skin began to blister, each bubble containing a fetus. The Second Mistress laughed maniacally as she dripped blood into the Dye Vat.
As Shen Yan's dagger pierced the old man's heart, a sudden searing pain shot through my chest where the Vermilion Birthmark lay. The Bronze Coffin thunderously opened, revealing two skeletal remains side by side; Qin Wanyun's bones cradled an Infant Corpse, a pair of Silver Scissors lodged in the child's chest.
When the tip of my tongue brushed against the blood bead on my nipple, the Bronze Coffin began to seep indigo milk. The Second Mistress used the Silver Scissors to slice open the hem of my Qipao, exposing the Lotus Birthmark on my inner thigh—perfectly aligned with the mark on the Infant Corpse's backside in the coffin.
"It's about to begin..." she stuffed a blood-stained prayer bead into my mouth, its metallic taste igniting memories. I saw that night when I was fourteen, as Shen Yan's wheelchair rolled through the moonlight of the woodshed; his lock of hair brushed against my Birthmark: "Remember this spot; three years from now, Twin Lotus will bloom here."
Suddenly, the Infant Corpse in the coffin opened its eyes. It crawled toward Shen Yan's severed limb, sucking with a sticky sound. With each sip, a piece of Shen Yan's skin peeled away, revealing a writhing Bronze Talisman beneath.
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