The moment the cold tea slid down my throat, my memories came flooding back.
The smell of poison... The familiar fishy smell of grass, mixed with the sweet scent of osmanthus honey. My aunt used this chronic poison in my previous life. She fed it to me day by day for three years, leaving me to die slowly on the hospital bed.
My eyes shot open.
The carved bed top, the washed white curtains, the smell of old camphor wood on the tip of my nose. I was lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a thin quilt that was still patched.
I was stunned.
This is... The side room in the west courtyard of the Hou Mansion.
I'm still breathing. I can still feel my heartbeat in my chest.
"Madam, are you awake?"
A timid voice came, and I turned around to look - it was my dowry maid, Xiaocui, with red eyes and a coarse porcelain bowl in her hand.
"You have been in coma for two days. The doctor said that you were too frightened and you need to take good care of yourself." Xiao Cui came over and lowered her voice, "Madam, are we really going to stay in the Marquis Mansion? The eldest lady's side..."
Missy. Shen Yurong.
My aunt.
I closed my eyes and let the surging hatred subside.
In my previous life, it was she who fed me poison one cup at a time for three years. How did she treat Xiaocui after I died? Oh, I just found a tooth and sold it to a kiln for three taels of silver.
"Stay." I heard my own voice, a little hoarse, "If you don't stay, where else can you go?"
I was divorced.
My husband's family disliked the fact that I was born as a concubine in a Hou family. I had nothing to do in the past three years after my marriage, so they sent me a divorce note. The Hou Mansion cannot tolerate me, and the Wang family cannot return. I am like a hot potato that no one is willing to take.
