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Yunqi Continent, Dongyue Country, Prime Minister's Mansion

。Though it is March, the air still seems to retain the chill of winter, with a touch of coldness. 。At the edge of a pond in the backyard of the Prime Minister's residence, a young man who was cleaning the chamber pot shivered, his clothes worn and thin, his face pale with yellow and red streaks. He buried his head in his work, diligently cleaning the chamber pot without daring to slack off for even a moment. 。Perhaps because he was using too much force, the brush in his hand slipped and fell into the chamber pot. Though he swiftly reached out to retrieve it, the icy chill of his fingertips caused him to stumble forward precariously. 。

When the matter was settled, he went to fetch the chamber pot again, but the brush had sunk to the bottom of the pit...

This person who cleaned the chamber pot was none other than Nangong Yue, the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family. She was twenty years old and still unmarried...

。Nangong Yue fell, watching the chamber pot sink to the bottom of the pool. Her thin frame trembled slightly, and she bit her pale red lips. The hollow of her eyes filled with a thin layer of mist, holding endless bitterness, barely suppressing the tears that were about to spill from her eye sockets. 。

As the legitimate daughter of a chancellor, she should have lived a life of luxury and abundance, but instead, she was treated worse than a pig or a dog. She ate stale food and slept in a shack.

。From the moment she knew her mother had arranged her marriage to the prince, she looked forward to the day he would marry her and save her from danger. 。But day after day, year after year, in the blink of an eye, two decades have passed, but the prince still hasn't mentioned the marriage agreement. 。The Royal Family seemed to have forgotten...

As Nán Gōng Yuè Luò was quietly despondent by the pond, a sharp voice roared, "Nán Gōng Yuè Luò, you lowly servant girl! You were asked to fetch some incense and empty the chamber pot, yet you are here lazing about!"

Hearing this sharp reprimand, Nán Gōng Yuè Luò's thin body trembled violently. Her already pale face became even whiter than snow... 。"Second younger sister... I..." Nangong Yue Luo's explanation hadn't left her lips yet. 。Only a dark shadow flashed before her eyes, followed by a vine lashing violently across Nan Gong Yue's arm. Her garment tore, and a deep gash instantly appeared on her arm. 。"Hmph, Nangong Yuèluò, you lowly servant girl, how dare you even dream of being better than my younger sister?" The woman in a garment of rose-silk was the second young miss of the Duke's Manor, Nangong Fúróng. 。She looks like a flower, exceptionally beautiful and refined, deserving the name "Fuchsia". However, under that delicate facade lies a venomous heart. 。

Nangong Yue fell, her pearly teeth clenched tightly onto the paleness of his lips, trembling with a frail and thin figure that dared not utter a cry of pain.

。The pain, however, will not win the sympathy of Nangong Furong. On the contrary, it will enrage her and lead to a more brutal beating from Nangong Furong. 。"Second Miss, the servant knows she was wrong. " 。Nan Gong Yue fell to her knees, a pale face contorted in an expression of abject apology. 。However, the few words "exit" turned into swords piercing Nan Gong Yue Luo's heart, causing her pain to be suffocating. Tears swirled in her eyes. 。He should have been living the lavish life of a legitimate son of the prime minister, but instead he lives in such squalor, worse than even pigs and dogs. 。My mother died, my father does not care, my aunts and sisters-in-law bully me, even the servants in our house can cruelly bully and humiliate me. 。"Hmph, you know you've done wrong? Nangong Yuèluò, you vile slave girl, do you think this young lady doesn't know what you're thinking?" "You, a lowly slave girl, dare to covet the position of Crown Princess?" 。This young lady tells you, the crown prince will never marry you. If the crown prince wanted to marry you, he would have already taken you as his wife. 。。"Hmph, you lowly wretch! You're an old spinster now. No one would want you, not even a commoner... let alone the Prince!"

Nan Gong Furong spat out each word with venomous hatred. 。The rattan in his hand fell onto Nangong Yue's back even more fiercely, each strike stronger than the last, using all of his strength. 。

Nangong Furong wished she could kill Nangong Yue to relieve her hatred.

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