Chapter 8: Shattered Meridians

“The Second Young Mistress has arrived.” Someone’s voice shattered the dreadful silence that filled the room.

Yuan Bairong lay on the bed, awake yet unable to speak or move even an inch. Her wide-open eyes fixed relentlessly on Chancellor Zhao Tianjiang, the man who had shared her bed for over a decade. In those eyes burned hatred and unwillingness.

At the sound of “Second Young Mistress,” Yuan Bairong’s gaze finally left Zhao Tianjiang’s face and searched the crowded room for her daughter’s figure.

It had been three years—three whole years—since she had been this lucid.

When her daughter’s thin, sallow, and sickly face appeared before her, shock, anger, and sorrow flooded her eyes. Though her daughter was always frail, she had never been this emaciated, nor had her complexion ever looked so dreadful. It was clear that these past three years had been harsh—exceedingly so. Yuan Bairong shot a venomous glance at Zhao Tianjiang, as if to say, “She is your daughter too—how can you be so cruel?”

Unable to move or speak, her entire body was paralyzed, save for her eyes, which still moved freely. She gazed at Zhao Erdong with profound guilt, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Before her lay the precious child she had borne after ten months of pregnancy—her flesh and blood, her treasure. Yet she could no longer protect her, could no longer give her a carefree life. How was her daughter to survive in such an environment?

Baihe gently nudged the dazed Zhao Erdong, signaling her to approach the lady’s side.

Zhao Erdong looked at the woman on the bed, gaunt and worn, and felt a pang deep in her heart. Though the woman could not speak, the love shining in her eyes nearly melted Zhao Erdong’s hardened heart. In her past life, her mother had died in childbirth, and her father, unable to bear the loss, perished within six months.

From birth, Zhao Erdong had been the heir to the Zhao family’s headship. Her memories were filled only with endless study and rigorous training—never a trace of familial warmth, never.

No one knew how fiercely she longed for the simplest, most ordinary form of human affection.

Stepping forward, Zhao Erdong reached out and took Yuan Bairong’s hand. It was icy cold and strangely soft, almost unreal.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Erdong closed her eyes and summoned the Source of the Divine Eyes within her. As the divine sight awakened, a flicker of golden flame ignited in her pupils—an innate gift sealed deep within her soul. The Divine Eyes could pierce through all barriers, see through gold and jade, and gaze directly into the essence of things.

She examined Yuan Bairong thoroughly, her divine vision absorbing every detail of the woman’s body. Though prepared, Zhao Erdong could not suppress her shock and fury. The muscles were torn inch by inch, the organs bruised a deep black and purple, even the blood had changed color. This was unmistakably the work of a potent poison, one that had accumulated over many years to inflict such devastating damage.

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