In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Li Zimo brought Zhou Yunzi, Li Yingying, Zhao Manyun, Wang Yuechan, Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi back to Xiaoyaoju.

He asked Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi to arrange accommodation for the four girls, and then he became a hands-off boss and returned to the main building to start practicing.

As Li Zimo's figure disappeared into the depths of the mansion, Yue Qinglian sighed softly and turned to face Zhou Yunzi, Li Yingying, Zhao Manyun and Wang Yuechan.

Although these six women live under the same roof, they each have different emotions surging in their hearts due to their own pasts and hatreds.

Although Zhou Yunzi was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, she was already the oldest of the three concubines.

She was the first to break the silence, her voice gentle and somewhat weak:

"Sisters, although we were forced to come here, since this is already happening, we should support each other and overcome the difficulties together."

Her eyes slowly swept over everyone, trying to find a sense of resonance.

Li Yingying nodded lightly, a hint of helplessness and resignation flashing in her eyes:

"Sister Zhou is right. What can we do? We can only accept reality and try our best to survive."

There was a hint of bitterness in her words, but more of a compromise for the future.

Zhao Manyun seemed even more silent. She pursed her lips and glanced at Wang Yuechan from time to time, as if she had complicated feelings towards this young girl.

She thought to herself: She is different from me, her hatred is even deeper, what can I do for her?

Wang Yuechan's body trembled slightly when she heard this. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, but she tried to keep a calm face.

She spoke slowly, her voice soft but firm:

"Although I hate him to the core, I also know that I can't avenge him alone. Perhaps, we can..."

Having said this, she suddenly stopped, as if hesitating whether to continue.

Seeing this, Yue Qinglian gently patted Wang Yuechan's shoulder, giving her some comfort and encouragement.

She knew very well that among these women, Wang Yuechan had the strongest hatred and was the most painful.

"Sister Yuechan, I understand how you feel. But please believe that we are not alone. Perhaps we can unite and find opportunities."

Her tone was full of determination and resolve.

Yue Qingyi stood quietly by, observing everyone.

Although she also carries hatred, her personality is more reserved.

At this moment, she gently pulled Yue Qinglian's sleeve and whispered:

"Sister, we have to be careful. Li Zimo is definitely not a good person."

Yue Qinglian nodded in agreement. She looked around and saw that the women were mentally prepared, so she continued:

"In that case, let's settle down first and then slowly make plans. Remember, we must trust each other and support each other. Only in this way can we have a chance to avenge ourselves and our loved ones."

Under the leadership of Yue Qinglian, six women with similar destinies began their new life in Xiaoyaoju.

Although there are complex emotional entanglements and hatred between them, they also know that only by unity can they face the challenges of the future together.

As night falls, the lights in Xiaoyaoju are dim, and the pavilions and towers look even more elegant under the moonlight.

Xie Xiran stepped lightly onto the stone steps leading to the four-story pavilion in the backyard, and each step seemed extremely heavy.

Her chiffon dress swayed gently in the wind, outlining her graceful figure. Her slender waist and perky hips formed a perfect curve, and her slightly exposed breasts added a touch of charm.

However, beneath such beauty lies a heart full of hatred and helplessness.

Arriving on the fourth floor, Xie Xiran knocked lightly on the door. After hearing Li Zimo's gentle voice from inside, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The lights in the room were flickering, and Li Zimo was sitting cross-legged on the bed, apparently having just woken up from his practice.

"Xiran, you're here."

Li Zimo looked up at her, a unique smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Xie Xiran bowed slightly, trying to make his voice sound calm:

"Sir, the Wang family mansion has been successfully sold, and 500,000 spirit stones have been deposited into the account. I have kept all the furniture, thinking that perhaps in the future..."

When she said this, her voice trembled slightly. She obviously didn't expect that she would say it involuntarily, but she quickly regained her composure.

"There will be a chance in the future to break free from the young master's control and rebuild the Wang family."

Li Zimo smiled when he heard this and looked at her with deep eyes:

"Xiran, you did a great job."

There was a hint of approval in his words, but more of it was an insight into her inner struggle. He didn't care at all about her harmless selfishness.

Xie Xiran lowered his head, feeling mixed emotions.

As Li Zimo's maid, even though she had deep hatred for the murderer of her husband, she still had to show her submissive and gentle side.

The shackles of the master-servant contract prevented her from expressing her emotions freely. She could only bury her resentment and unwillingness deep in her heart, hiding her true self with false docility.

She recalled the struggles she had faced when selling the house. She clearly wanted to sell it quickly at a low price, but because of that damn contract, she had to strive for the greatest benefit for Li Zimo.

Now, he told Li Zimo his little thoughts to his face without reservation.

This pain and helplessness made her heart ache.

Li Zimo sat on the bed. It was dark outside the window. The moonlight shone through the window lattice onto his face, reflecting a complicated expression.

Xie Xiran lowered her head and stood opposite him, her light gauze dress swaying gently in the breeze, her hands nervously grasping the corners of her clothes.

"Xiran,"

Li Zimo spoke slowly, his voice gentle but with a firmness that could not be ignored.

"In the case of Wang Xiaofeng, he exploited his position as commander of the Bishui Cloud Guards to collude with Yue Qiangwei and attempt to harm me. He deserves the punishment he received."

"I killed him out of self-preservation. I had no choice. I hope you don't hate me."

Xie Xiran lowered his head, his eyes slightly red, and his voice trembled:

"I understand what you said, sir. But the revenge for my deceased husband is like a knife piercing my heart. Although I know that what you did was reasonable, I still can't let it go."

Li Zimo sighed, a hint of tenderness and helplessness flashed in his eyes:

"Xiran, I understand your pain, but hatred will only make people lose their minds, and ultimately hurt not only yourself, but also those around you. I hope you can see the broader world, understand right and wrong, and let go of the hatred in your heart."

Xie Xiran raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination:

"Sir, Xiran understands the situation, but blood feuds are irreconcilable. If there is a chance, Xiran will still seek justice from you."

Li Zimo heard this and smiled faintly, but there was a hint of amusement in that smile:

"How are you planning to kill me? Are you relying on your first-level martial artist cultivation? Or are you relying on Wang Yuechan, the daughter of Wang Xiaofeng's ex-wife, who is a fourth-level martial artist cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiran's face turned pale instantly. She remembered the insurmountable gap in strength between herself and Li Zimo, as well as Wang Yuechan's still immature cultivation.

Tears welled up in her eyes and finally slid down her cheeks. She cried out in pain:

"Sir... Xiran knows she is powerless to seek revenge, but the hatred in her heart is like a raging fire that is difficult to extinguish..."

Li Zimo stood up, walked slowly to her side, and patted her shoulder gently:

"Xiran, cry. Crying might make you feel better. But remember, life is not just about hatred, it also has love and hope."