Fu Gui narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in their depths. But Xiang'er remained oblivious. After airing her grievances, she skipped away cheerfully.
Watching her retreating figure, Fu Gui turned to the young eunuch behind him and sighed, "Such reckless words, such nonsense. It seems this mistress has lost her mind. Since she's mad, ensure she never leaves her courtyard again."
The eunuch bowed his head. "Understood, Master. I'll make the arrangements at once."
Fu Gui shook his head inwardly. The princess consort had brought these low-born girls into the manor as concubines, only to abandon them to their fates.
Once simple and kind-hearted, these women had been driven to madness by the oppressive atmosphere of the prince's household. Truly pitiable.
But then again, who in this manor wasn't pitiable?
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In an elegant chamber at the rear of Qixiang Studio, a thick beaded curtain separated Shen Wei from the elderly scholar Yang Xuanji.
