Yan Mei 'er was jealous that Bai Qingman was being nagged by Duan Zhengyang even though she did not do anything. She was sincere towards Duan Zhengyang and even had the intention of betraying the Demon Sect for him, but he ignored her.
Therefore, the jealous Yan Mei 'er found someone to rape and kill Bai Qingman. Because the commotion caused by Bai Qingman's rape and murder alerted the people in the manor, Yan Mei' er's people went all out and killed everyone in Bai Qingman's family.
If Bai Qingman had known that she would be killed for saving someone so casually, she would have turned and left the moment she saw Duan Zhengyang. Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
Bai Qingman felt that she had died too unjustly. She had saved Duan Zhengyang with the belief that saving a life was better than building a seven-storied pagoda. In the end, not only did the good deed not get rewarded, her entire family was killed. If she could swear, Bai Qingman's heart would be cursing like a dog.
Bai Qingman had died at the tender age of sixteen. At this age, she should have listened to her parents' wishes and married one or two people. She should have had a son and a daughter and lived a happy life. But who knew that she would meet with such a tragic fate and die with everlasting regret.
Because she had been raised in the boudoir by her parents, Bai Qingman's personality was exceptionally pure. Her request was also exceptionally simple. She wanted to know why that woman wanted to kill her. If possible, she hoped that Jiujiu could protect her family.
When Jiujiu opened her eyes, she was lying on a large, soft bed. Pink curtains greeted her eyes and a faint scent of incense wafted into her nose. Jiujiu had just opened her eyes when a servant girl who had been waiting by the side immediately helped Jiujiu up and helped Jiujiu put on her clothes.
Jiujiu half-closed her eyes and enjoyed the servant girl's service. After she was done washing up, she sat down at the table and began to eat.
Bai Qingman was the only daughter of the Bai Family. Whether it was food or clothing, they were all very exquisite. Even though the Bai Family was only a small landowner, they were not inferior to those large families.
There were several exquisite side dishes and pastries for breakfast, and the chef's culinary skills were not bad.
After Jiujiu finished her meal, the servants quickly removed the things on the table and served the fruits that had been prepared earlier.
Jiujiu casually picked up a grape and slowly peeled off the skin with her fingers. She stuffed the grape into her mouth and savored the sweetness of the grape juice. These days were really comfortable.
Just as Jiujiu was about to eat and drink to her heart's content before going to sleep for a while, the maidservant standing beside her leaned over to Jiujiu's ear and whispered, "Miss, the beggar you saved yesterday has woken up."
Jiujiu was stunned when she suddenly heard the servant girl say that she had saved a beggar. She blinked and thought for a long time before realizing that the beggar the servant girl was talking about was Duan Zhengyang.
Oh, Duan Zhengyang is not called Duan Zhengyang now. He is called Buttface.
Duan Zhengyang's mother contracted puerperal fever after giving birth to him. She passed away a few days after giving birth to Duan Zhengyang. Duan Zhengyang's father struggled to raise him until he was four years old. When he went to the mountains to pick medicinal herbs to return money, he encountered a wild beast. By the time he was found, half of his face had been bitten off by a wild beast.
Duan Zhengyang's mother died when he was born, and his father died when he was four years old. The villagers said that Duan Zhengyang's fate was tough and that his parents had died. Therefore, they gave Duan Zhengyang a lowly name, Buttface, in an attempt to suppress the murderous aura on Duan Zhengyang.
Perhaps because the name Buttface was lowly enough, Duan Zhengyang lived until he was eight years old without any trouble, until this famine.
Jiujiu did not expect that she would
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When she arrived, Duan Zhengyang had already been saved by Bai Qingman.
When Bai Qingman found out that Duan Zhengyang had woken up, she went to see him once. However, it was only once that Duan Zhengyang fell in love with her, which led to him losing his life.
Jiujiu was not afraid of losing her life. After all, in this world, she did not believe that there was anyone whose martial arts skills were higher than hers. She was not afraid of losing her life. Jiujiu was mainly afraid of trouble. After all, Duan Zhengyang's father, mother, entire family, and first love were all dead. One look and you could tell that he was the male lead.
What was a male lead? A male lead was the kind of person who would work hard to understand the philosophy of life and finally reach the pinnacle of life when the people around him had met with misfortune.
Jiujiu felt that such a person was a member of society. She could not afford to offend him.
Jiujiu did not want to see Duan Zhengyang. She did not want to be remembered. She said to the servant, "It was nothing. Since the young master has woken up, get someone to take good care of him. If he wants to leave, help him prepare his travel expenses. Just let him go."
Jiujiu had just finished speaking when a slightly childish male voice came from outside the room. "Miss, I will never forget your kindness in saving my life."
Jiujiu looked down and saw a pair of sparkling eyes. Duan Zhengyang's gaze was almost infatuated.
Jiujiu was speechless.
Damn it. If she had known that Duan Zhengyang would come, she would not have said what she had just said.
Jiujiu looked down at Duan Zhengyang. Duan Zhengyang also looked up at Jiujiu.
Although Duan Zhengyang was already eight years old, he had been starving for a long time. He hadn't had any food or water recently, so he looked extremely thin and small. He didn't look like an eight-year-old child, and he looked even smaller than a five- or six-year-old child. He was as weak as a little chick.
Duan Zhengyang's small face was tanned by the sun. The skin on both sides of his cheeks clung tightly to his bones because there was no flesh on them. His small mouth was tightly pursed, and his black eyes were even bigger and brighter than before.
At that moment, that pair of bright eyes were staring at Jiujiu without blinking. When Jiujiu looked over, her eyes instantly sparkled like little light bulbs.
Jiujiu was speechless.
There was no need to think about it. This future leader of the martial arts world, the current Buttface, was secretly in love with her.
Jiujiu rubbed her temples as if she had a headache. She looked at Duan Zhengyang's thin and dark little face and pursed her lips. "Sir, do you have anywhere to go?"
When he heard Jiujiu ask if he had anywhere to go, Duan Zhengyang's bright eyes dimmed. He said in a strained voice, "My lady, my parents have passed away. I have nowhere to go."
Jiujiu looked at Duan Zhengyang's dark face and did not have the heart to send him away. She thought for a while and said, "Since you have nowhere to go, if you don't mind, you can come and be my servant. You will be able to eat your fill, and you will receive a monthly salary of two coins. Don't worry, sir. The servants in our mansion have signed a living contract. If you want to leave, you only have to tell the housekeeper."
As soon as Jiujiu finished speaking, Duan Zhengyang nodded hurriedly, indicating that he was willing to be Jiujiu's servant in her mansion.
Jiujiu saw Duan Zhengyang nodding hurriedly. She chuckled and asked the housekeeper to send Duan Zhengyang away to wash up.
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