Where Jiangzhu Returns

The metallic taste of blood still lingered in my throat when I suddenly opened my eyes. Instead of seeing the Bridge of Helplessness in the underworld, I saw the carved canopy of my family's Lin residence in Yangzhou.

"Miss, you're awake?" My maid Xueyan's voice was choked with tears as she reached to feel my forehead. "Your fever's finally gone! The day before yesterday, you went with Master to the docks to see off Lord Su and got caught in a sudden downpour. You fell ill and slept for three days. You frightened Master and me half to death."

My hand, clutching the brocade quilt, trembled uncontrollably. Seeing off Lord Su? That rainstorm? This was clearly something that had happened when I was ten! Back then, my mother was still alive, Father was still in good health, and I hadn't yet received that letter...