She was buried alive at the start, but she's determined to smash her ex-husband's head in

Inside the palace, under the dim, flickering candlelight, Zhao Huarong stood up from the bathtub. The maidservant serving her didn't dare to lift her head and handed her clean clothes through layers of gauze curtains.

She walked to the mirror, turned her back to it, and lifted her hair, staring intently at the prominent scar on her shoulder.

She gently stroked the hideous scar with her hand. Once upon a time, she loathed this scar to the extreme and tried every means to remove it; it was her shame.

But fate was incredibly kind to her; the scar that hadn't been removed actually helped her a great deal, allowing her to firmly hold onto her position as princess...

Zhao Huarong admired the ugly scar, her clothes not fully pulled up over her shoulder. Just then, a young palace maid who had just been transferred to the palace and was unfamiliar with the rules ran in with a letter and happened to see this scene.

The candlelight was too dim, and she could only make out Zhao Huarong's outline before quickly lowering her head.

"Your Highness, it's from..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Huarong angrily pulled up her clothes to cover the scar, screaming for her to be dragged away and executed. The little maid had no idea what she had done wrong, looked around helplessly, and began to kowtow repeatedly to admit her mistake.

No one pleaded for her, and soon several eunuchs came up and dragged her away menacingly.

She was gagged when she died, unable to utter a single word. The blood-stained letter in her hand was taken away and presented to Zhao Huarong once again.

People were dying in the palace every day, but Zhao Huarong showed no emotion whatsoever at the death of this little palace maid. She lay casually on the soft couch and opened the letter.

After reading the letter, Zhao Huarong's lips curled up, and the smile on her face made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, which showed that she was really happy.

"Go to a manor on the outskirts of Beijing and find someone." She handed the letter to a young eunuch.

Xiao Shunzi bowed and took it with both hands: "Does the princess intend to bring this person into the palace?"

"No, send it to the Lin residence on Lord Lin's birthday. It will be a great gift from me to the Lin family."

Even her voice was filled with enthusiastic laughter. Zhao Huarong was radiant. Lin Shuhui was really something, holding back such a big move until now.

Lin Qingwei was truly facing death...

"You have this scar too?" Lin Qingwei turned to look at Chunqi upon hearing this.

Chunqi nodded, her expression turning extremely disgusted and nauseous: "Yes, these are the marks that the traffickers branded on my body after my sister and I were abducted."

Just like marking livestock so that the owner can distinguish which ones are to be sold to.

Are they exactly the same?

“It doesn’t seem so.” Chunqi looked closely at the scar on Chunxi’s shoulder and recalled carefully, “My sister and I are several years apart in age. Those people separated us and were going to sell us to different places. That’s why the scar on my back is triangular, while my sister’s is round.”

It was because that group of people separated them and cunningly moved them using different methods and routes that Pei Zhaoan was unable to find her sister when she rescued her back then.

After hearing her words, Lin Qingwei looked at Chunxi again, her heart pounding.

"Chunxi, do you still remember which girls were with you under the control of those bad guys five or six years ago?" She tried to soften her voice, but it still trembled uncontrollably.

Chunxi hugged herself and shook her head repeatedly, looking very scared. She couldn't say a word and anxiously tugged at Chunqi's collar.

Her condition was terrible. Years of torment had made her thin and timid, and she could sensitively detect any change in anyone's emotions. She was afraid, and she didn't want to think about it. She had spent most of her days being beaten and verbally abused.

Everything from the past was a nightmare for her.

Lin Qingwei realized she had lost her composure. Perhaps it really was just a coincidence? She didn't have solid evidence, but Chunxi's appearance provided her with a good direction for her investigation...

"It's okay, if you can't remember, then don't think about it." She gently patted Chunxi's head. "You won't suffer anymore."

Chunxi looked at Lin Qingwei and then at Chunqi. Chunqi smiled and nodded at her, and she slowly let go of their hands to let them continue to help her bathe. Will things really get better in the future?

She was enveloped in warm water, so comfortable that she almost fell asleep. In her half-awake state, a beautiful face suddenly appeared.

"Xiaomei, don't worry, I will definitely help you escape!"

The speaker was earnest, and his eyes were full of sincerity. She nodded without hesitation.

"Didn't you want to find your sister? What kind of token do you two have? I can help you. You're my best friend, my family! Once we find your sister, the three of us can live together, okay?"

She nodded vigorously and happily handed over the few copper coins she had hidden for a long time: "Sister, there are no tokens between us, only a few copper coins left."

The other person immediately took the copper coin and hid it in his clothes. He took her hand and said, "You have to wait for me. We will definitely succeed this time. Tonight we will camp in the mountains. The terrain is complicated. I will go and scout ahead. I will come back to pick you up."

"Uh-huh!"

The girl smiled and took out a few fruits from her bosom, stuffing them into her hand. A ruthless glint was hidden in her eyes: "You must be starving. Eat some fruit to fill your stomach. Remember, if anyone asks me, you can't say a word, not a single word!"

She took a bite of the bright red fruit, dreaming of a wonderful life away from here, and said without any hesitation, "I will! I promise I won't say a word!"

But she waited from dusk till dawn, and that person never came back. She didn't know why, but she felt dizzy and her whole body ached. She had a high fever all night.

No one paid any attention to her. When it was dawn the next day, the thugs dragged her into the camp.

There was a man sitting there. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she remembered that his clothes were very luxurious and the whole tent was filled with a warm fragrance.

Where did they go?

Who is it? Her head was throbbing so badly she couldn't think straight.

"You helped her escape?"

Escaped? It's Ah Yu! She managed to get away from here! That's great! She escaped! Will she be back to save me soon?

The man smiled mockingly at her expression: "You think she'll come back to save you? No way."

The man waved his hand, and three or four thugs surrounded her with whips. She was afraid, but she still held onto hope.

"Tell me, and I'll let you go if you just tell me which direction she ran off in."

She remembered her promise to Ayu that she would never say a word, until she discovered that her throat was damaged and she couldn't even say that she was in pain.

The man seemed to have noticed this interesting phenomenon, which made the thugs stop: "You've been used, you poor thing. She won't be coming back."