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In the tranquil dead of night, cicadas chirped incessantly on the tree branches. A violent thunderstorm tore through the sky, casting brilliant flashes of lightning across the silent, somber night.

In a secluded courtyard of the Marquis of Pingning’s estate, within a cramped room, Jiang Shuwan lay covered in bloodstains of varying sizes that had soaked her white robes. Though sweat beaded on her forehead, she let out no cry of agony.

Her brows furrowed tightly as she looked at a woman wearing a pink pleated dress. "Lin Rou," she said, "if you treat me like this and my husband, Gu Xin, finds out, he will never let you off."

A smirk played on Lin Rou’s lips. She held a whip, raised her foot, and pressed it forcefully against Jiang Shuwan’s chest. "Your husband, Gu Xin?" she mocked. "Ha! He isn't yours anymore."

With that, she applied even more pressure.

"What did you say?" Jiang Shuwan asked, her brows knitting further in pain. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she summoned all her strength to look up.

Lin Rou sneered at her suffering. Only after Jiang Shuwan let out a gasp did she take a large step back and raise her voice. "Master Gu, come in."

Moments later, a tall, handsome man in white robes entered, holding a young boy by the hand.

Tears welled in Jiang Shuwan’s eyes. "Lin'er," she cried out. This was Gu Lin, the son she had borne with Gu Xin.

Lin Rou raised her hand and struck Jiang Shuwan across the face with a sharp sla