Chapter 875 – Greed Doesn't Chain
Meanwhile, Yue and Liang were in Yue's room.
Same four walls, same cedar beams, same latticed windows pinching sunlight into polite diamonds on the floorboards, and yet the air felt thinner, like the room had exhaled and never inhaled again.
Everything had been cleaned, polished, dusted for five hundred years, but the soul of the space had gone dormant while she was chained in Kaelmor's oubliette.
Silk wall scroll. A young dragon swooped over plum blossoms. She'd painted that brushstroke by impatient brushstroke, grumbling about shading. Now it looked… amateur, yet painfully earnest. She touched the edge. No spark of nostalgia, just fabric and dried ink.
Near the dressing screen sat her old qin, strings restrung every decade by dutiful retainers who assumed she might bust down the door any moment and demand a concerto. Yue plucked a single note, pure, bright, hopelessly lonely. It fell flat onto the floor and rolled away.
