Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 112 Yang Siyao's Decision (1)

"elder sister……"

"I miss you!"

The paper was so tightly rolled up that it was still wrinkled when unfolded. Just seeing the words written on it made Yang Siyao tremble slightly, her eyes filled with an indescribable soreness, and her eyes became misty.

how many years.

So many letters.

This opening has never changed.

She bit her lower lip hard with her pearly white teeth, trying her best to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

After a long while, she twitched her nose forcefully, and her restless emotions gradually calmed down.

Having gone through so much, she thought her spirit was stronger than a steel cable. But who could have imagined that seeing her sister's letter again would cause such a tremor in her mind?

what.

Yang Siyao let out a breath, raised both hands to rub her cheeks, and then felt something rustling off her face—it was the thick layer of makeup. Yang Siyao stuck out her tongue. To be honest, wearing heavy makeup every day wasn't a pleasant experience. Her whole face felt stiff, and she dared not show much emotion, whether it was sadness or joy.

Even a slightly larger smile might reveal cracks on the face, which, if seen by someone suddenly, might make them think they've encountered a female ghost.

Silently, Yang Siyao raised her eyes and glanced out the window.

The night is very quiet tonight.

Perhaps because autumn is approaching, the sounds of mud frogs and crickets that used to occasionally be heard at night have now completely disappeared. Only the crescent moon hangs quietly in the sky, and a ray of silver light spills out of the window, covering a corner of the bedroom with a layer of frosty white.

Yang Siyao did not think Luo Yuheng was a simple woman, but since she entered the Luo family, she had not been restricted in her actions, and she had never found anyone monitoring her.

It's as if they truly have absolute trust in themselves.

This situation even made Yang Siyao feel a little ashamed.

Perhaps the person monitoring her is very powerful, and she can't detect it.

Yang Siyao pulled herself out of her jumbled thoughts and turned her gaze back to the letter her sister had sent.

The Yang family was extremely despicable, treating the opportunity for her to meet her sister as a great favor. Only when she made a significant contribution to the Yang family, or before carrying out an important mission, would the Yang family bestow such a meeting as a reward.

However, she and her sister were able to correspond.

For Yang Siyao, every letter her younger sister wrote was her most precious treasure. Whenever she was about to give up, looking at her sister's letters, at the childish handwriting, at the innocent words like a child, would always give her exhausted spirit a little renewed strength to keep going.

She sided with Song Yan, but not completely.

Killing Yang Miaoqing wasn't really a pledge of loyalty. After all, to the Yang family, Yang Miaoqing was essentially a discarded pawn. If sacrificing a discarded pawn could allow them to get closer to Song Yan and even infiltrate the Luo family, it would be a very worthwhile deal for the Yang family. This was the Yang family—a place devoid of any emotion or warmth. To the upper echelons of the Yang family, people were only of two kinds…useful and useless.

Her situation is somewhat special now. To Song Yan, she is a defector who fled from the Yang family; to the Yang family, she is a spy planted next to Song Yan.

She carefully maintained a delicate balance, never favoring either side. She provided the Yang family with some information about Song Yan, giving them the impression that she was indeed doing something, but without allowing them to obtain any truly valuable intelligence.

Correspondingly, she also concealed some information from Song Yan, because if Song Yan knew too much and the Yang family suspected her, her sister's situation would become extremely bad.

In fact, Yang Siyao herself was well aware that the worst thing to do was to be so hesitant and indecisive... But some things are really difficult. Song Yan said that her sister's condition might be very bad, which frightened her, but deep down she still held onto a sliver of hope.

Upon seeing this letter, Yang Siyao finally felt relieved; she knew that her sister was still alive.

Every time we meet, I try to teach her to write, but after all this time, her handwriting is still so ugly, like a child who has just learned to write. When will my little sister grow up a bit?

With that thought in mind, Yang Siyao continued reading. As before, the letter contained some trivial daily details, such as what delicious food she had eaten recently, who had bullied her, and that she had a new floral dress. At first glance, it even felt somewhat familiar.

Upon closer reflection, one will find that much of the content seems to have been mentioned in previous letters.

My sister's memory is somewhat disordered, but judging from the content of the letter, she seems to have been very happy during this time.

That's good, that's good.

Yang Siyao looked at the letter over and over again, countless times, before reluctantly putting it away. She took a small box from her bedside and carefully placed the letter inside.

His expression gradually became serious.

She knew better than anyone what kind of place the Yang family was. Even a legitimate daughter like Yang Miaoqing could be easily discarded after she lost her usefulness. Her younger sister was still alive only because she was still useful, but she would eventually lose her usefulness one day, and then her younger sister would die.

She still had to find a way to rescue her sister, but this was beyond her capabilities. The only way was to rely on Song Yan… or the power of those around him. Perhaps it was time to make a real choice. She would give Song Yan everything of value—information, even her own body. In return, Song Yan had to rescue her sister before the Yang family noticed anything amiss.

This period of time was very short.

Suddenly, a strange chill swept over her with the night wind, and Yang Siyao felt her body tremble slightly. She subconsciously looked up and saw that a figure had appeared outside the window at some point.

Perhaps because she was facing away from the moonlight, she couldn't see the person's face clearly, only a clear outline. It was a slender woman with jet-black hair swaying in the night wind.

It seemed as if she was still wearing a veil.

she is skinny.

His aura was very cold and gloomy, as if he lived in a place where the sun never shines.

Despite having experienced so much, Yang Siyao prided herself on being incredibly brave. Yet, for some reason, the moment she saw this woman, an indescribable chill spread from her feet throughout her entire body in the blink of an eye.

She pressed her wrists down hard, but a fine layer of tiny bumps began to appear on the back of her hands.

Tell me... what your sister looks like!

With a slight twitch of her slender neck, Yang Siyao got up and cleaned the rouge off her face at the sink.

The woman outside the window glanced at her, and the next moment, her figure vanished as if she had never been there.

……

Compared to before, the Duke of Song's mansion was much more lively.

Although there were seven more concubines at once, these concubines were not as domineering as Yang Miaoqing. At first, some maids and servants were worried that the seven concubines would fight over the Duke's mansion and cause chaos.

To everyone's surprise, the seven concubines got along quite well, just like sisters, which was nothing short of a miracle.

When the gatekeeper of the Duke's mansion saw Song Yan, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

In the candlelight inside the lantern, a face appeared deathly pale.

That jinx is back.

This time, I wonder who will be unlucky.

(End of this chapter)