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Embroidered Shadows Return
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The snow fell suddenly and fiercely, as if it aimed to bury all the sins of the world.
Yet some filth can never be covered by snow.
I stood barefoot on the cold stone floor, watching as the seamstress uniform was roughly torn from my body by the matron.
The winter night wind sliced through the open door, cutting against my thin undergarment like a knife.
Madam Liu sat on a nanmu chair, her fingers toying with prayer beads, her gaze cold as frost beneath her jade headpiece.
"Su Youwei, don't think that just because you've given birth to a child of the Liu Family, you can escape your status as a lowly servant."
"Xiao Yan is sick. If you want him to live, kneel and beg me."
My knees felt as heavy as lead, yet they burned as if on fire, frozen in place and unable to move.
All I could see in my mind was Xiao Yan's pale little face and his faint breaths.
He was not my biological child, but he was the only warmth I had left to cling to in this world.
My nails dug deep into my palms, bringing a flicker of pain that kept despair at bay.
I gritted my teeth and humiliatingly knelt down.
The biting cold quickly spread from my knees throughout my entire body.
Leaving that lavish yet frigid embroidery workshop, I almost crawled back to the woodshed.
This was the most remote and filthy corner of the Liu Family, yet it was the only refuge for Xiao Yan and me.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a stench of decay mixed with blood assaulted my senses.
Bathed in the faint moonlight streaming through the window, I saw him lying in the corner among the straw.
Xiao Yuan.
My nominal husband, the man who returned from military service silent and withdrawn, with a scar on his left cheek that made him look like a ghost.
He was covered in blood, his face pale, and his breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible.
Trembling, I reached out to feel his breath, a chill instantly gripping my heart.
He was gravely injured; if I didn’t summon a doctor soon, he might not survive the night.
But I had no money, not a single coin to my name.
My gaze fell upon the only silver hairpin on my wrist, a gift from him when I married Xiao Yuan, purchased with his meager military pension.
Now, it would have to be exchanged for his life.
I dashed into the wind and snow, nearly tumbling my way to the nearest apothecary. I pawned the silver hairpin, grabbed some medicine, and found a familiar barefoot doctor.
When the doctor arrived, the wind and snow had intensified, enveloping the world in a dim yellow haze.
He tended to Xiao Yuan’s wounds while I boiled water nearby, my heart still hanging in suspense.
Just as I was carefully preparing the medicine, a faint sound of footsteps echoed outside.
In this Liu Manor, aside from me and Xiao Yuan, who else would come to this woodshed?
The door creaked open gently, revealing a pale and gloomy young man standing there.
Liu Chu.
The boy I once nursed, the one who now harbors a twisted obsession for me, stood before me.
In his hand, he held an old embroidered handkerchief, adorned with crooked little rabbits that I had stitched to amuse him during my youth.
"Youwei Sister, you are indeed here," he said softly, his voice like a serpent hissing.
"Mother said you are here as a lowly maid, but I do not believe it."
He stepped closer, his gaze burning into me as if I were still the wet nurse who belonged solely to him.
"Will you come back to Listening Wind Courtyard with me? You are still my wet nurse. I will ask Mother to elevate you to Concubine status, alright?"
He raised the handkerchief, gently caressing it, his eyes filled with a sickly attachment and an indescribable possessiveness.
"As long as you return to my side, no one from the Liu Family will bully you again."
The physician cast a wary glance at him before lowering his head to continue preparing the medicine.
I looked at his pale face and the dark storm swirling behind him, feeling a chill run down my spine.
The Liu Family was a mansion that devoured its inhabitants, and Listening Wind Courtyard was nothing more than a cage that trapped me.
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