The Maid’s Nightly Wails: I’m Carrying the Master’s Child

“The boy who grew up with me has become my own brother.” I am the lowliest maid in the Li household, a bedchamber servant, and the “Yiyi” he has cherished since childhood. He knelt for three days to beg for a proper status for me. Under the moon, we secretly exchanged vows, and he swore that I would be the only woman he would ever take as his wife. But on the eve of our wedding, his father pinned me to the bed. He sneered, “You’re nothing but a servant. You don’t even qualify as my son’s bedchamber maid.” Later, I drove a poisoned needle into that beast’s neck with my own hands, only for him to catch me amid the chaos in the bedchamber. He clamped a hand around my throat and roared, “Bitch!” Only when the old madam died coughing up blood did I learn the truth: The schemes hidden beneath Jilin’s gentle smile were even more chilling than Master Li’s depravity.