A First-Class House Slave

"Young master," a voice said, light as a moth brushing against his ear.

The woman had already come to his side. Still wrapped in a blanket, she was trembling, but the hand resting on his shoulder was steady. When she spoke again, her voice was barely more than a breath, meant for him alone.

"Please. Help me."

"I can't... I can't..."

After that day, the household servant Shen Yan climbed, step by step by step by step, to the very top of this world. Even a lowly servant can carve a path through blood to the mountaintop!