Hail pelted down on their bodies, cold and biting.
Xiang Chenyu's low voice mingled with the crackling sound of hail hitting the ground, distant as if coming from the edge of the sky.
Liu Runxi was a very good listener.
"The mistress was abducted by a scoundrel and endured inhuman torment. Two months later, as she sought an opportunity to take her own life, she discovered she was pregnant."
In the darkness, no one saw the ironic smile at the corner of Xiang Chenyu's mouth.
"The scoundrel had committed so many wicked deeds, even heaven couldn't bear to watch anymore. Among his eighteen concubines, not a single one was with child. His mother, the matriarch of the household, believed heaven had intervened to grant her lineage an heir. From then on, the mistress was pampered with the best food and care."
"Six months later, the mistress died in childbirth while delivering a son."
