In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

"ding-ding-ding-ding-ding"

Outside the inn, a vendor carried candied hawthorns while ringing a bell and calling out his wares.

“Tanghulu!”

Upon hearing the sound, the children immediately and happily followed behind, forming a small line.

Mo Jiang, sitting by the window, paused his chess game, gazing at the heartwarming scene below with great satisfaction.

"The carefree lives of ordinary people are truly enviable. If Anlin had met me first, she would never have suffered such a painful and endless sleep."

His eyes dimmed.

Every word he uttered revealed a sense of self-blame and regret, mixed with resentment.

Mo Xi, who was playing chess opposite him, knew from his master's words that he was reminiscing about the past.

"Master, are you thinking about that woman again?"

"Ah."

Mo Xi was also very curious. His master had been talking for so long, but he had never seriously told him about the woman's background or when she had met his master.

Why can't you forget her?

"Master, Moxi is very curious about that woman. What kind of person is she?"

"... "

At this point, Mo Jiang fell silent again.

Upon seeing a man wearing a half-face silver mask enter the inn, they recognized him.

He smiled gently and said to his young apprentice:

"Didn't you want to hear it? I'll tell you in a bit."

"us?"

Mo Xi looked around in confusion. Apart from his master, he was the only other person in the room.

Where did we come from?

Just as he was feeling confused, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock down."

"Lord Mo, someone is looking for you."

"Please come in."

The door creaked open softly.

A tall, slender, and dignified masked man entered.

The beautiful eyes beneath the mask fixed on Mo Jiang, and she greeted him politely.

"senior."

"Aze, you're here."

Mo Xi, who was listening to their conversation, was stunned for a moment.

Such a familiar voice.

He was shocked when the other person took off the mask.

"!"

It turned out to be the senior I met yesterday.

So, the "you" that Master is referring to are yourself and him?

That means the woman Master likes has a relationship with Senior Brother!

For a moment, he felt his mind was in complete confusion, but he was also extremely curious.

"Come and sit."

"... "

Mo Jiang pointed to the seat opposite him, where someone was already sitting. Seeing that the other person was still sitting there dumbfounded and hadn't given up their seat for Xie Ze, he coughed twice to remind his little apprentice.

Mo Xi realized what was happening and immediately gave up her seat, offering a warm welcome:

"Senior brother, please come and sit here."

"Thank you."

Two people sat facing each other at the chess table by the window.

Not far away, Moxi had also moved a small stool, seemingly ready to listen to the story.

Mo Jiang slowly poured a cup of tea, handed it to Xie Ze across from him, and smiled helplessly.

"Aze doesn't mind that Xi'er is here, right?"

Xie Ze raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly and said with a smile:

"No, I originally came to listen to a story, Senior Mo, please tell me."

Although this story is about his father and mother, it's not exactly a secret.

"Alright, the stories I'm about to tell you are all told to me by your mother herself. Let's start from the moment your father met your mother."

"it is good."

...

"Crackling."

It was just past noon when a dark cloud loomed over the city, and a torrential downpour began.

On the street, scattered people quickly left the exposed street, holding umbrellas.

The floor was washed clean by the rain, revealing its original color.

It was this rain that brought together two people who were originally unrelated.

"Rumble"

The thunder couldn't dampen the joy of the people in one place.

That was the only music hall in town that catered to all men. Although it was called a music hall, it was actually a large brothel in the town.

A handsome young man of twenty, carrying a mysterious iron box, stepped into the Music Pavilion with his muddy shoes to avoid the heavy rain.

As I pushed open the door, a melodious piano tune drifted into my ears, accompanied by a strong aroma of cosmetics and alcohol in the air.

Inside the hall, glass lanterns hung high, illuminating the entire space and making it appear spacious and bright, comparable to natural light.

The guests inside were of all kinds, including high-ranking officials, dignitaries, literati and scholars. They came and went, either alone or in groups, all with anticipation and excitement on their faces.

Many江湖人士 (jianghu figures) also entered this vulgar place, making it incredibly lively.

A group of guests sat around an ornate table, their expressions of ambiguity towards the courtesans beside them.

They gazed fascinated at the glittering figure on stage, their eyes drawn to the woman on the stage.

On the stage, there is a woman in a peach-pink dress.

Her black hair, half-tied up with a silver hairpin, was adorned with a delicate peony, a flower that perfectly complemented her appearance.

Unlike ordinary courtesans, she did not possess any vulgarity beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows.

Those eyes were clear, bright, pure, and flawless, like countless stars.

Her fair skin had a faint pink tinge, and she had a perfectly oval face. Her naturally beautiful lips were only slightly red. With just a slight smile, this stunning beauty was like a fairy who had descended to earth.

Once you've seen them, no one can take their eyes off them.

The woman was elegant and refined.

With focused attention on the strings, the movements flowed like water, skillfully plucking and undulating the strings. Each melody transported the listener to a dreamlike realm, leading them into a realm that was both real and unreal.

Sound is therapeutic, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Even the man who had just entered was deeply attracted.

Xie Zhentian, who was carrying an iron box, was handsome. As soon as he entered, he caught the eye of a courtesan who quickly went up to greet him with a round fan.

"My lord, my name is Sisi..."

Before the courtesan could finish speaking, the man raised his hand to stop her.

His eyes were sharp, and he carried a strong smell of blood. Any woman who approached him immediately realized that he was not a martial arts expert to be trifled with.

She gave an awkward laugh and left the man's side.

Xie Zhentian seemed to know his way around easily, and walked straight to the empty table and chairs next to the stage to sit down.

With a loud "bang," the heavy iron box randomly took up a spot.

He then poured himself a cup of fragrant tea, his deep, peach-blossom eyes fixed on the woman on the stage, appreciating the soothing music and rituals.

The woman on stage was already used to all sorts of intense gazes, so one more wouldn't make a difference.

It did not hinder her from working diligently.

At this moment, a wealthy man named Wang with a mustache, who was about fifty years old and had a belly full of fat, was ushered in by a servant. He was followed by several subordinates.

He sat down domineeringly not far from the handsome man, and as soon as he sat down, he casually picked up the passing beauty and kissed her on the face.

"My beauty, did you miss me?"

"Oh! It's Master Wang! I knew it! Who would be so bold as to hug and kiss young ladies as they pass by? It's you, you rascal!"

The beautiful woman grabbed a handkerchief sprayed with perfume and threw it at the man, letting out a coquettish voice.

"You're so annoying~"

"Hahaha, doesn't the beauty just like a bad man like me?"

As Wang Yuan spoke, he reached out and rubbed the buttocks of the beauty in his arms, making the courtesan blush with embarrassment.

However, the wealthy man had come with a purpose. He listened to the melodious zither music, stared straight at the beauty on the stage, and raised his eyebrows lecherously.

The beauty in his arms was not happy.

"Master Wang, you're not paying attention!"

"Hahaha, is the beauty jealous? Tell me, who is that beauty on the stage? I've never seen her before."