Years of Reminiscence
So this is the bond from their previous lives—no wonder their destinies remain so entangled in this one. Let us see how this love story weaves its threads through that distant era: he, a general, clad in armor, sweeping the world with a cold, indifferent gaze; she, a maidservant, dressed in coarse homespun, her eyes curved in perpetual mirth. A maid and a general—what an ill-matched pair, especially when the girl is prone to daydreams, foolish and carefree as she is. But what can she do? That’s just the way her mother bore her—heartless and lighthearted by nature. As for you, General, whether you care or not is your own affair. As for me, I’ve set my sights on you, and at worst, I’ll just look at you with longing eyes for the rest of my days. To win over a cold and arrogant general surely takes more than a little luck!
Years of Reminiscence
How ironic—so that ugly woman named Yan’er is to enter the grand gates of the Mo family! Not a chance! Had the old man taken leave of his senses? Mo Nanzhu’s face twisted with rage, a cold murderous glint appearing in his eyes. “Steward, look into that woman’s background,” he ordered without turning his head.
“Yes... yes, young master.” To tell the truth or not? Steward Zhang knew all too well his young master’s temper, but he truly wished he didn’t have to reveal the facts. “I’ve already made inquiries for you, young master…” Ah, but keeping silent would only make things worse—when young master lost his temper, there was no peace to be had in the entire Mo household. “There are only two young ladies in the Yan family, each born to a different wife of Old Master Yan. Our new madam-to-be is the eldest daughter, with the single given name ‘Er.’ She has no particular talents and rarely leaves the house. I’ve heard she’s rather delicate and pretty. The second young lady is called Wushuang, and I know a bit about her—she’s fond of martial arts, but after ten years of study, all she’s learned is showy but useless moves…”
“Who did I tell you to investigate?” Mo Nanzhu narrowed his eyes. “Why are you telling me about people irrelevant to me? Speak of the one who matters!” The more troubled he felt, the more the old man rambled off-topic!
“Yes, yes… but, young master, I truly know nothing of the eldest daughter of the Yan family. She seldom leaves home, and I doubt anyone in Suzhou even remembers there is such a young lady in the Yan family.” He wasn’t exaggerat
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