Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 266 House Arrest

Suddenly, as if she had noticed something unusual, Madam Tang abruptly stopped wiping her face. Her eyes widened instantly as she stared intently at her son's face, as if trying to see through the layer of bloodstains to discern his true appearance.

Immediately afterwards, her movements became unusually rapid and violent as she frantically wiped the blood from her son's face.

However, no matter how she wiped it, the head, which had been smashed by the rocks and was now bloody and mangled, was unrecognizable and its original appearance was impossible to discern.

"Move the lantern closer!" Madam Tang's voice suddenly rang out, with a hint of urgency in it.

Upon hearing Madam Tang's instructions, the servants nearby immediately responded, weeping as they took a few steps closer to carry the lantern.

"Madam, the young master died such a tragic death... If the master knew, he would definitely find a way to avenge the young master..." the servant said, crying, her voice filled with grief and helplessness.

At this moment, Madam Tang paid no attention to the weeping servant; all her attention was focused on her son's corpse.

She felt the lantern's light wasn't close enough or bright enough, so she simply snatched the lantern from the servant's hand, held it up herself, and leaned close to the corpse to examine it carefully.

Mrs. Tang's movements were hurried yet cautious; she kept turning her son's body over and over, not missing a single detail.

She carefully examined every part of the corpse, from the fingers to the arms, from the toes to the knees, and even the crescent-shaped scar on the chest left from a childhood burn, which she examined repeatedly.

After a long while, Madam Tang finally straightened her back, which had been kneeling on the ground, and stood up with the help of a servant.

The servants were still sobbing, feeling wronged and heartbroken for their young master. How could such a good young master be gone like this? They couldn't help but worry about the madam. She was too heartbroken to even cry anymore. She just stared blankly at the young master's body. If this continued, she might faint.

"Go find the people from the mortuary to properly collect the young master's body, lay the body in state for three days, and then hold a grand funeral for him."

Upon hearing the lady's order, the servants were so surprised that they forgot to cry.

"But... Madam, Master is still far away and won't be back for three days..."

The servants all felt that the lady was acting strangely at this moment. Why did she suddenly become calm?

"Whether the master comes back or not is no longer important. What's important is to send the young master off properly."

"But..." Three days of mourning is too short. Why is Madam in such a hurry to hold the funeral for the young master?

Before the servants could even voice their questions, Madam Tang interrupted them, "No buts. Go and do it immediately. The young master has already passed away. Let him rest in peace as soon as possible." Her voice was resolute and left no room for argument.

"Yes, Madam." The servants dared not disobey and had no choice but to agree.

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The pitch-black night, carrying unspeakable desires and secrets, quietly vanishes into the void under the first rays of dawn.

On a rosewood bed with a red base and gold lacquer carvings of blooming peonies, a woman of unparalleled beauty slept soundly. Her silky black hair covered the entire gold-threaded soft pillow. Her skin, which had been hidden under dark yellow makeup for many years, finally saw the light of day, revealing its original smooth and white skin, as tender as a peeled egg. However, her delicate eyebrows were frequently furrowed, as if she were speaking but could not express her endless sorrow.

The unfamiliar pale yellow bed curtains that came into view, along with the throbbing pain in the back of her neck, made Xiaoguo'er, who had just woken up, pause in surprise.

In an instant, her chaotic and painful thoughts were suddenly struck by a powerful force, and the events of yesterday flashed through her mind like frames of a video.

In the drizzling twilight, a small boat was overtaken by soldiers, a chaotic fight broke out, people jumped into the river and bounced up and down, and there were mangled corpses...

A low, suppressed scream, revealing utter panic and grief, startled the two maids waiting outside the screen, who rushed in to see what had happened.

"Is the young lady feeling unwell anywhere?" one of the maids asked with concern, her voice tinged with worry.

Xiao Guo'er sat still for a moment, and then saw two familiar faces in front of her. After a slight pause, two lines of clear tears welled up in her eyes, which were as moist as if they had been washed by rain. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice trembled with a heartbreaking tremor.

"Xia Lan... Qing He... I want to leave the manor."

She's going to the Tang residence!

As she spoke, Xiao Guo'er was about to lift the peony-patterned satin quilt covering her and get out of bed.

Xia Lan quickly stepped forward and pressed down on Xiao Guo'er's hand, which was moving. "Miss, please don't move. Yesterday, the physician advised you to rest and recuperate. The prince also ordered that no one should disturb you. Please wait here in peace. The prince will come to see you after he returns from court."

A cold smile crept across Xiao Guo'er's face. Was this an attempt to imprison her?

That's absolutely shameless!