Chapter Two: Ender

Pei Qinghe gazed at her youthful reflection in the mirror with near-greed. She raised an eyebrow; the young girl in the mirror mirrored the gesture. She grinned slightly, and the girl’s lips curled into a faint smile. So young, so vibrant.

Madam Feng held her daughter tightly, weeping bitterly. “Qinghe, it’s good that you’ve awakened.”

“The Pei family was annihilated and their estates confiscated. The Crown Prince knelt outside the Golden Throne Hall for half a day to save the lives of the women and children of our Pei clan. When we left the capital today, the Crown Prince even sent Prince Zhangwu to bid us farewell.”

“This grace... we must never forget it...”

Grace?

A chill flashed across Pei Qinghe’s eyes.

The Crown Prince who pleaded for the Pei family was compassionate and loyal. The young and benevolent Prince Zhangwu escorted the disgraced family twenty miles out of the capital. Though the Eastern Palace father and son lost the fierce general Pei Zhongde, they won the hearts of countless officials.

If the Crown Prince truly wished to protect the Pei family, how could he have silently watched as they were framed by Prince Wei?

Why did the Eastern Palace not intervene when the Pei women were exiled to Youzhou, enduring humiliation and struggling for survival?

Prince Wei was ruthless and tyrannical; every male member of the Pei family died by his hand. Such a blood feud demanded vengeance.

The Eastern Palace father and son’s false kindness and hypocritical show were nothing but empty façades!

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a trembling white-haired elderly woman entered. “Prince Zhangwu is about to leave. Let us go and bow to His Highness to bid him farewell.”

This elderly woman was Lu, Pei Qinghe’s grandmother.

The Pei family had suffered a catastrophic disaster; over two hundred male heads were severed in the execution grounds. Lu’s four sons and eleven grandsons died there. For a nearly seventy-year-old woman who lived for her children and grandchildren, this was a fatal blow.

Within days, Lu’s hair turned white, her once straight back bent, her eyes lost their will and light. She withered rapidly like a leaf torn from its tree.

If this continued, just like her previous life, she would not last two months—her energy spent, she would die in a foreign land.

Pei Qinghe exhaled deeply, then swiftly rose from her bed. “Grandmother, I will go with you.”

Lu was dazed and slow to react. After a long pause, she simply uttered, without asking whether her granddaughter, just recovering from a high fever, was fit to see anyone.

Madam Feng wiped her tears with her sleeve, worriedly whispering, “Qinghe, your body is weak. You should stay and rest.”

Pei Qinghe replied calmly, “Prince Zhangwu is here to see us off. Such a debt of gratitude is as heavy as a mountain. I must personally express my thanks.”

Having commanded troops for over a decade, she was used to giving orders. Once she spoke, her natural leader’s authority was evident.

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