I was a songstress Du Xu brought back from Jiangnan.
After keeping me in his household for four or five years, Du Xu was finally about to marry a princess consort.
The steward took the list the princess consort had given him and began driving people out of the residence one by one.
The maids who couldn’t behave had to go. Even the pretty cook was dismissed.
I clutched a small bundle and quietly stood at the end of the line.
When the steward saw me, he jumped in fright.
“Achun, you can’t leave.
“If you go, who will sing for the prince?”
I only pressed my lips together and smiled, saying nothing.
A few days ago, the princess consort had someone force a bowl of voice-silencing medicine down my throat.
I never had to sing again.
