That day, I was tuning my zither in the pavilion.

Shen Weiming burst in from outside the window like this.

His face was as pale as paper, his broad hand covering the bleeding wound on his abdomen. Even in such a miserable state, it couldn't hide the nobility between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door.

"Don't move! Search for people!"

The doors of the adjacent compartments were kicked open one by one, and the screams of women were incessant.

He trembled and pointed the sword at my neck.

"Save... me..."

After saying this, his body swayed and he fainted.

In fact, when he pointed the sword at me, I should have handed him over.

But inexplicably, I felt compassion.

I saved him.

I carefully nursed him in my pavilion, even hiding it from Frost.

I thought, when he recovered, he would leave on his own.

Saving a life is like accumulating blessings for oneself.

Three days later, as I was feeding him medicine, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist, exerting great force, spilling the medicine all over the floor.

The porcelain bowl shattered.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

I struggled and sneered.

"Is this how the young master treats his savior?"

The strength in his hand immediately loosened.

"Sorry." He propped himself up on his arm to sit up from the bed.

"If you want the wound to reopen, you are welcome to try."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately stopped his movements.

"Thank you for saving my life. I am Shen Weiming. I don't know how to repay you."

I chuckled, mimicking the speech from the books.

"Then why not offer yourself as a token of gratitude?"

His ears turned red immediately, speaking hesitantly and avoiding my gaze.

"Please don't joke, I cannot afford it."

Seeing his appearance, I suddenly became interested.

"Is it that you dare not afford it, or you do not want to?"

"I am a geisha, but seeing the young master Shen, your identity may not be so innocent."

Otherwise, why would you be chased to this extent.

I thought he would be furious, but he earnestly looked at me.

"Why mock yourself like this? A geisha, so what? Ultimately, one relies on their talent to make a living."

"How is it different from others?"

I froze in place for a moment, then spoke after a while.

"Do you truly believe that?"

He smiled gently, his eyes curved.

"Truly."

My heart pounded like a deer, a rush of heat climbing up from my ears.

I blushed with embarrassment, and had to turn away in a panic.

One, because I had misjudged a nobleman with a petty mind.

Two...

I couldn't describe this strange feeling, something I had never experienced before.

"May I ask the lady's name?"

"Li'er, Jiang Li'er."

His abdominal wound was not fully healed, so I let him stay here temporarily.

But I made him sleep on the cold floor.

The silence of the night prompted connections between people.

I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

"Shen, why were you being chased?"

He seemed to sigh heavily.

"Miss Jiang, do you think the world is good?"

The image of my mother appeared in my mind.

Because the world is not good, the people are suffering, my father tried to make big money at the gambling table.

But as a result, my mother fell seriously ill, and we had no money for treatment.

My father was in debt, and I was sold to the brothel, becoming a geisha.

"Shen, do you think the world will get better?"

He remained silent for a long time.

I thought he had fallen asleep.

A calm voice echoed in the dark night.

"I don't know, but I still want to try to rely on my own abilities."

"My lifelong goal is for the people to live and work in peace."

When my mother had only one breath left, this was also my vision.