As the year-end approaches in Bianzhou City, the frost is deep, chilling to the bone.
The sky has not yet broken dawn, the surroundings are shrouded in darkness, and everything is silent.
In a room in the back courtyard of the Prefectural Magistrate Mansion.
Xie Wanqing's eyes are tightly shut, still in deep sleep, but her brows are furrowed, as if caught in a nightmare.
Indeed, she is caught in a nightmare.
Since that dream where she saw Erqing being beaten to death, causing her to vomit blood from anger, she has only briefly dreamt of Lu Ziyuan's bedpost, where her old clothes hung and he appeared with empty, lifeless eyes.
And now, after many years, the long-absent dream returns once more.
This time, Xie Wanqing has no corporeal form, light and airy.
Because she is already dead.
She witnesses what happens after her death.
The images are blurry, not continuous.
First, the backyard of the Lu family is in chaos.
