Chapter 4: A Startling Dream

The winter nights were short. After finishing her meal, she had intended to rest early, but exhaustion weighed heavily over her entire body. She requested hot water to wash herself again, applying the medicine sent by Ziyan to her knees, which indeed brought much relief.

Shen Quanyi sat upright at her dressing table, gazing at the indistinct reflection of herself in the bronze mirror.

Xingye stood behind her, twisting her damp hair with a cloth. Her rough fingers brushed over Shen Quanyi’s cheek, causing her to instinctively frown and grasp Xingye’s hand.

“Where did you work before?” Shen Quanyi asked.

Xingye hesitated briefly before replying, “I used to serve the Crown Princess in the front courtyard. Later, I made a foolish mistake and was reassigned to do rough labor in the back.”

Hearing the question, Xingye feared that her work was unsatisfactory and that she might be dismissed.

In a panic, she knelt down, pleading, “Please don’t send me away, Auntie. I was young and ignorant then, but now I will be careful and serve you well.”

Shen Quanyi smiled gently, helping her to her feet. “I only asked because of the callouses on your hands. Usually, young maids like you wouldn’t be sent to do hard labor.”

“It was… my foolishness. When serving tea to the Consort, I lost my mind and served it cold,” Xingye said bitterly.

Nearby, Taoye pursed her lips. “Auntie doesn’t know, but when the Crown Princess was around, Consort Gu Tan was furious and punished many severely…”

At these words, Xingye’s face changed, and she hurriedly said, “Don’t speak ill.”

Seeing this, Shen Quanyi understood: Gu Tan was indeed domineering, daring to overstep authority and punish the maids in the Left Li quarters directly. Any slight misstep would bring suffering to those below, like Xingye being cast to hard labor, akin to the girl who was beaten to death today.

The questioning deeply unsettled Xingye. Shen Quanyi did not wish to trouble her further and arranged for everyone to rest.

She did not know whether this room had been inhabited before, but for cleanliness’s sake, she changed the bedding before lying down.

Xingye was assigned to keep watch, resting on a low bench beside the kang.

The candlelight flickered on the table. Shen Quanyi lay down, expecting to fall asleep quickly after a tiring day, but sleep eluded her.

Lying flat, she stared up at the brocade canopy overhead, now faded and dust-covered. She had no idea how long it had hung there. Fixating on it, she shivered involuntarily.

Her life seemed mirrored by this canopy: gray, faded, and eventually forgotten.

The thought made her even more sleepless. She forced herself to ignore it, turning to lie on her side, signaling for the lights to be extinguished.

Xingye put on her clothes and stood up. After a few steps, she sighed, but the candle remained lit, and soon a commotion arose outside.

The southern courtyard was brightly lit, voices growing loud, mixed with sobbing.

Unable to sleep, they all sat up.

Then came a hurried knock as Taoye rushed in, her face anxious, words tumbling out.

Xingye frowned. The cold outside was fierce, and Taoye’s sudden entry brought a chill that scattered the meager warmth inside.

Shen Quanyi, already coughing, worried this cold might worsen her condition.

“Lower-ranking Consort Yang has lost her mind since returning. She won’t eat or drink, clutching her pillow, crying and laughing. Auntie hasn’t seen it herself, but that’s not all—Consort Yang even keeps banging her head against the wall! The maids in her room are terrified.”

Taoye was breathless from running and speaking so quickly.

Frowning, Shen Quanyi knew they couldn’t just ignore it. After all, they shared the same courtyard. If something serious had happened, it might bring trouble upon her as well.

Stepping out into the night, the wind was sharper and colder than daytime, cutting like knives against her face, making her shrink her shoulders and stiffen her neck.

Inside the southern room, two maids stood dazed by the door. On the kang, Yang Siqiu huddled in a corner, trembling. She looked up just as Shen Quanyi and the others entered, startled again and about to bang her head against the wall.

“Quick! Hold her back!”

Just as her head was about to hit the wall, Shen Quanyi shouted sharply. But the two maids by the door merely stared with wide eyes, indifferent as if it were none of their concern.

Xingye and Taoye moved to seize Yang Siqiu, but she screamed and struggled fiercely. The two nearly lost their grip.

Shen Quanyi’s eyes caught sight of a quilt at her feet. “Wrap her in the quilt quickly, so she doesn’t hurt herself further.”

They reacted and wrapped Yang Siqiu tightly.

Only after they subdued her did they exhale with relief. Shen Quanyi looked up and noticed that Yang Siqiu’s hair was undone. She had a fresh head wound, with blood trickling down her pale cheek. In the flickering candlelight, her ghostly face appeared faint and chilling.

Shen Quanyi frowned and pulled Yang Siqiu closer. The woman was drenched in sweat, as if soaked in water. Shen Quanyi’s anger flared; it was clear the maids in this room did not regard Yang Siqiu as their mistress.

Yang Siqiu looked confused but smiled in a pleading way, murmuring something unintelligible.

She seemed nearly mad. Shen Quanyi turned to the two maids at the door, her tone stern. “Do you still recognize your mistress? Yang Consort is in such a state, and you hide yourselves away.”

She glared coldly at them. Perhaps at first they were scared, but now their eyes showed nothing but schadenfreude.

The fire had not been lit for a long time, and the open window let the cold wind invade freely, making the room like an ice cellar. The chill worsened Shen Quanyi’s dry, itchy throat, provoking a cough.

Xingye worried and wanted to fetch hot tea, but Shen Quanyi waved her off. She had just felt the quilt Yang Siqiu lay on—it was an old, thin one, utterly inadequate for warmth.

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