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Wen Jiu's early years...

It's winter again, and another year is coming to an end.

The girl sighed, two memories intertwined in her mind.

She has a past life memory from another world.

At that time, she seemed to be a writer who liked to write supernatural and suspense novels. Like it did not mean success. If she had succeeded, she might not have committed suicide and ended her unrecognized life.

She touched her legs which were disabled due to falling off the cliff.

The pain of broken bones and torn flesh and blood is still there.

If it weren't for the tree at the bottom of the cliff, she might have died.

But she is indeed dead.

The girl sat quietly in the courtyard, looking at the half-remaining sunset over the mountain.

Looking at the white crow sitting on the armrest of his wheelchair.

She was even more certain that her death was not an accident.

I was sure that my survival was not an accident.

"I will help you kill everyone who has bullied you before your soul disappears completely."

This time, we must do what we say.

This time, I will definitely not choose to escape again.

This time, everyone who stands in front of me will die.

This was a memory that kept turning over and over in the original owner's mind, and he kept shrinking back and doing nothing.

Now if she wants to survive, she must put these things on the agenda.

I forget my love at the sight of the moon.

It would be better to call Tsukimi Rirurutsu.

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Late at night.

Everyone seems to have forgotten the existence of Wang Qing in Yue Jian.

The cold wind at night was particularly biting on her legs that had not recovered yet.

She can push the wheelchair back to the room by herself.

Everyone thinks so.

But she tried...

The wheels of the wheelchair were jammed by something, making it impossible for her to move.

She smiled calmly and playfully.

In my mind, I remembered that my third uncle deliberately turned his wheels before leaving.

There must have been something wrong with the wheel from then on!

She immediately gave up and continued to sit quietly in the wheelchair in the bone-chilling cold night.

Looking at the scene that was already familiar to the original owner's mind.

The cold night made her heart feel colder and her mind firmer.

Let the memory of hatred between her and the original owner become more harmonious.

Until a burst of slow footsteps came from behind her. The next second, the footsteps suddenly accelerated and she quickly rushed to the wheelchair.

The girl with a blushing face knelt in front of her, constantly blaming herself:

"Miss! You must be freezing. It's all my fault! It's all my fault that I came back late."

The girl cried and blamed herself, obviously it was all her fault.

But she still blamed herself for not taking good care of her.

Her name is Nanako, she is eighteen years old.

During the feudal era of the shogunate, Nanako, who was born as a slave, was not eligible to have a surname.

She is the little maid brought by Wangqing's mother's family. She has been growing up with Wangqing in Yue Jian and has never left her. She is also the last trace of tenderness left to Wangqing in this world.

"Don't cry, no one will pity you because of your tears."

Wangqing gently wiped away the tears on Nanako's cheeks.

Her face was originally very soft, but in order to take care of Miss Yue Jianli, and in order to provide her with more household income, during this period she would go to a medical clinic in the city that was only open late at night to do odd jobs in exchange for some scraps of silver.

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Touching Nanako's skinny face, she let out a sigh. Staying up late is indeed bad for the skin.

She looked at the empty courtyard and sighed softly:

"The only one who can help us is ourselves..."

Nanako raised her head and looked at Wangqing.

Yue Jianli Wangqing was originally a taciturn person who spoke very little. Sometimes she would not say a word for a whole day, let alone joke.

But today...

She spoke a few words more, and her tone became gentler, but her resentment was also exposed.

"Nanako, can you prepare something for me?"

"Whatever the young lady wants, Nanako will get it for you, even if it means paying for it with her life."

"It's not a big deal."

Wangqing looked at the girl who was about to risk her life at the exit and said calmly:

"I need a rope that's not too thick, but strong, and a little longer."

"rope?"

Nanako asked doubtfully:

"What do you need a rope for?"

Wangqing smiled and told her:

"Do things I didn't dare to do before."

...

It's another new day.

But the whole family's indifference towards Wangqing, the head of the family, is still as indifferent as yesterday.

Even deeper.

Because they all understand that the position of the head of the Wangqing family in Yue Jian will soon be replaced.

Tsukimizato Kenjiro held a dinner today, and the person he invited was a retainer of the Shogun's palace.

Does this start paving the way?

Tsukimi Riwangqing, who was invited to the dinner as the head of the family, was not placed on the dinner table.

She was still left out in the cold under the roof where she often sat.

Behind her was the dinner room, where her third uncle Kenjiro and the official had their cups.

The sliding door of the room is open.

Because they want to see where Wangqing is in Yue Jian. As long as she is there, the head of the family will be present at this dinner.

"Won't the head of the Tsukimi family come over for a drink?"

The official looked at the eaves outside the door, sitting there without saying a word and feeling forgetful.

"The master of the house was injured recently and cannot drink. He needs to blow some air and breathe fresh air. Therefore, he can only stay outside. Sir, please forgive me..."

Kenjiro said and pushed a glass of wine over, and the official also returned a glass of wine: "I understand. I understand. After all, being the head of a household is very tiring, and being injured again, I'm afraid it will be even harder... I believe

The general will also understand the situation of your Tsukimi family and support you in finding a new head of the family."

The two laughed heartily.

There is no intention to avoid forgetting one's feelings during the moonlight.

Jin San, who was too drunk during this period, went back to his room first. When he passed by Wangchuan, he glanced at this loser with disdain.

"waste......"
To be continued...