On the official road, a half-old horse cart was slowly moving forward. On the front driver's seat, two old women were driving the cart, one on each side, with one holding a yellow oil-paper package, cracking melon seeds and dried fruits.

  "Alas, Chen's wife, I hope nothing has happened to her."

  The woman who was driving the carriage spat out a watermelon seed, and the whip in her hand cracked loudly as she nodded towards the back of the carriage with a worried expression: "I remember when we pulled her onto the carriage earlier, there were quite a few bloodstains on the ground. We've been traveling for half a day now, but she hasn't made a single sound - what if something's happened to her?"

  "Ptui!" Old Mrs. Chen bit down hard on her back teeth, crushing the small walnut she had dried herself into pieces, spitting out the shell fragments. A hint of disdain flashed in the corner of her eye. "Nothing to worry about, won't die from it. Hmph, a life as cheap as dirt is still hard to kill!"

  "Hey, Chen Shuo, how can you say that? She was a noble lady from the Taiyuan Wang family before she got married, and her family produced two generations of empresses. Now she's married into our Zhao family and become the wife of the eldest son, how dare you speak of her like that?"

  The lowliest servant woman in the Zhao family who spent her days helping out in the stables, naturally didn't know about the stories within the inner courtyard.

  "Cut, what a Miss Wang's family, not that I look down on her, but the way she does things, the way she handles matters, can't even manage her own dowry maidservant, and the dowry is lost in a mess. Don't mention comparing with our Second Madam Su, just any decent senior maidservant from our household is better than her!" Chen's wife spat out the opened walnut into her palm, picked out a piece of walnut kernel and handed it to the charioteer's wife, "Fang Dami, you don't know what's going on inside the inner courtyard, but since this Second Madam entered the Zhao family's gate, she has lost face for the Zhao family countless times!"

  "Alright, alright, Sister Chen, then you tell me about it!"

  Fang's wife didn't mind the dirt, and with her mouth open, she picked up the walnut kernel that had Chen's wife's saliva on it, chewing hard while curiously asking.

  "Hey, since we're going to a relatively far-off village and there's nothing much to do on the way, I'll tell you the story of this young mistress who was born into a prestigious family, married into a wealthy family but willingly lowered herself..."

  Well, I've finally found someone who doesn't know the story of Young Mistress, and Old Lady Chen is finally able to show off her storytelling skills, adding her own embellishments as she retells the tale to Old Lady Fang.

  In the carriage, a frail woman lay on the floor of the carriage, her head weakly leaning against the seat, her pale face gaunt and deathly white, while her moon-white skirt was stained with dark red, as if it had been splattered with quite a bit of blood.

  The window of the carriage was open, and outside two women were laughing and talking loudly without any restraint, their voices floating freely into her ears.

  "A life is cheap, but dignity is hard to come by!"

  When she heard this, her almost transparent lips cracked a sorrowful smile. "Hehe, the dignified young lady of the Wang family was actually scolded by a coarse and rude woman as 'cheap'... Is there anything more ridiculous than this? Mother, mother, take your daughter away, living is too tiring..."

  In a daze, the train car was filled with a warm golden light, as if the sun had shone through the thick roof. In the warmth, the woman seemed to see her deceased mother, the man she both loved and feared, and the person she cared about most in her heart.

  "Do you really want to die?"

  Looking down at her from high above, the woman in the yellow mist asked coldly.

  The woman steeled herself, suppressed the reluctance in her heart, nodded and said: "My parents' home has no one to rely on, my husband's home has no one to depend on, living is too hard, Mother, take me with you!"

  My god, are you blind? Have you ever seen such a young and beautiful girl?!

  Wang Yi floated at the top of the carriage, after listening to the woman's words, she rolled her eyes in a very unladylike manner, and confirmed again: "You really don't want to live anymore, right? It's not that someone is forcing you or harming you, but it's you who gave up, isn't it?"

  The girl's enchanting eyes stared straight at the illusory figure, as if through Wang Yi's transparent body, she saw her most longed-for loved one. With a firm nod, "Yes, I gave up myself. Mother, take me away!"

  As soon as her voice fell, the woman quietly closed her eyes, and tears slid gently from the corners of her eyes. Then, her frail body slowly stopped beating!

  "...Tell me, is there such a useless woman? The maid climbed into her husband's bed without her permission, and the mistress had to take responsibility for her. She even hugged the maid and kept saying 'don't blame you', 'we are sisters' and so on. Ah, it made the mistress so angry that she said she would never care about the young lady again..."

  "Tsk, tsk, what a waste. If I were the young mistress, I would have had this seductress gagged and thrown out long ago, given her thirty lashes, and then sold her to a brothel. Hmph, she likes flirting with men so much? I'll let her flirt until she's had enough!"

  "Of course, anyone who encounters such a thing would not be as useless as her. There are many more ridiculous things, do you know the concubine of Second Master Wang Guodong?"

  Outside the carriage, two old women didn't notice the commotion inside and were chatting loudly about a certain young lady's joke.

  "Ow... it hurts, damn it hurts!"

  Wang felt that this dream was simply too bizarre. In the dream, she met her biological father who had been "missing" for fifteen years. As soon as they met, the scoundrel of a man actually asked her to donate her heart to some half-sister. When she refused, he sent someone to kill her in a car accident.

  Then, after she "died", she didn't go to the underworld, nor did she cross Naihe Bridge, and she didn't drink Meng Po's soup. Instead, she came to a strange place and met an abandoned wife who was being bullied by a concubine, a legitimate wife being framed by a small concubine, it was really useless to the extreme.

  Right, what was that woman's name again? I think it was Wang Qifang. Hehe, how coincidental, we share the same surname. To put it in a flattering way, 500 years ago, they might have been from the same family.

  Although I don't know what difficulties Wang Qifang encountered, it can be seen that she abandoned her life without any attachment. Wang Yi couldn't help but get angry. It's not that she had nothing better to do than to worry about this, but among all the dead people, she looked down on those who committed suicide the most. If a person is not even afraid of death, what difficulties can't be overcome in the world?

  Besides, whose life is all smooth sailing? Who hasn't experienced joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, or tasted the bitter and sweet? If you can't even handle a little difficulty and want to die, then there wouldn't be anyone alive on this earth.

  Just as she was ready to "teach" Wang Qifang a lesson, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of her, and she plunged into Wang Qifang's body, where she was met with endless pain.

  "...But that's not the most ridiculous part, you know. Logically speaking, Second Madam should be living in the main house of Xifeng Garden, but after Second Madam Su moved in, she gave up her place and let her move in instead. The legitimate wife yielded to the concubine and humbly lived in a side room in the west wing, tsk, tsk, if she doesn't respect herself, who will?"

  "Good grief, what an unimpressive thing!"

  "Moreover, this young lady was also married into the Zhao family with a grand dowry of ten li of red decorations. However, now her entire dowry has been stolen by her own concubine. As a result, when Second Young Master found out, he wanted to take charge for her, but she didn't appreciate it. She said something like 'Money is just material wealth, if it's lost, then so be it.' 'Without the shop, we won't make that money from selling cosmetics.' At that time, she made Second Young Master lose face..."

  "Haha, this young lady has a lot of jokes... are there any more?"

  "Ah! Let's take it slow..."

  Wang Yiren endured the dull pain in his body and struggled to open his eyes, only to see the dark roof of a carriage. Huh? Wasn't this the same broken-down carriage he was in just now?

  Wang Yi looked at the swaying car window in confusion, subconsciously wanting to sit up, but found that he seemed to have been drained of all his strength, unable to even do the simplest things like sitting or standing.

  At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped, and then the closed door was violently pulled open, and two chubby women with wrinkles all over their faces squeezed in:

  "Madam, we've arrived, you can get off now."

  Young lady? Who is it?

  Wang was taken aback and didn't know how to react.

  The two old women were getting impatient, Chen's wife was slightly thinner, and she jumped onto the carriage agilely, grabbing Wang Yi's arm, "Young Madam, don't think about it anymore, since Second Young Master has let you come to the villa to 'rest', you should listen to Second Young Master's words and not make things difficult for us servants!"

  As he spoke, both hands suddenly exerted force and pulled Wang out of the carriage with a half-pull and half-drag.

  "Wait, you're calling me 'young lady'?"

  Wang Yi seemed to understand something, she looked up at her two sturdy wives who were carrying themselves like small chickens, and finally confirmed.

  "Really? You are our Zhao family's second madam, how is it that in just a short while you've forgotten your own identity?"

  Old Mrs. Chen's tone was almost sarcastic, completely forgetting that they were her masters.

  Relying on him, it's easy to have a chance of rebirth, but she's just an abandoned wife who suffered a miserable exile!

  Wang Er's heart couldn't help but wail, and she allowed the two old women to pull her stumbling into a desolate farmhouse...