She slowly opened her eyes, her Buddha-like gaze fixated on the broken Wooden Fish Mallet, saying nothing for a long time.
Outside the door came the sound of servants cleaning the floor, followed by the low roar of Nan Yang and the pleas of the servants. Shortly after, many people passed by the door, speaking in hushed tones as they took the servant to the hospital.
"What a sin..."
The First Madam sighed deeply, placing the prayer beads in her hands respectfully on the Eight Immortals Table dedicated to Buddha, and bowed to the statue solemnly.
"My Buddha is compassionate; this disciple is resolute. If I do not enter Hell, who will?"
In the dimly lit room, the First Madam bowed three times to the Buddha statue, then turned to write something gently at the writing desk.
The sandalwood incense calming the mind exuded its unique aroma. In the smoky room, a woman who was already a mother of two was personally destroying everything she had created, bit by bit.
