Volume One, Chapter One: Three Years of Atonement

Da Sheng Kingdom, Residence of the Duke of Ru.

Night had fallen low, stars scattered across the sky, and the entire Duke’s residence was shrouded in a profound silence.

Within the dim laundry room, Lin Qingwu tirelessly scrubbed clothing from every courtyard. Her hands, roughened from years of soaking in icy water, moved mechanically, her eyes dull and numb.

“Lin Qingwu, you wretched servant, how dare you slack off!” Suddenly, a sharp voice pierced the stillness of the night.

Lin Qingyun entered with two maids, her gaze filled with disgust and hatred as she looked at Lin Qingwu.

Lin Qingwu said nothing in response, silently rising to fetch another basin of dirty clothes to wash.

Lin Qingyun’s face darkened immediately. She stepped forward, lifted a bucket of dirty wash water, and poured it over Lin Qingwu’s head.

Throwing down the bucket, she glared at the bedraggled servant before her and cursed, “Do you still think you’re the noble daughter of the Duke’s residence? You’re nothing but a lowly laundry maid now. Kneel and kowtow to me at once to confess your faults!”

Lin Qingwu, already weak, stumbled backward, her waist striking a protruding wooden rack sharply. The pain made her gasp, but it steadied her posture.

Lin Qingyun sneered coldly. She had long been used to Lin Qingwu’s haughty manner, but now, seeing her so humbled, only fueled her anger.

Just as she was about to lash out again, hurried footsteps echoed outside. Her expression changed instantly, and she warned Lin Qingwu with icy eyes, “Don’t speak out of turn, don’t do anything foolish. Don’t forget what happened three years ago!”

With those words, Lin Qingyun hurriedly left with her maids...

But those words struck a heavy blow to Lin Qingwu’s already deadened heart.

She had once been the most honored legitimate daughter of the Duke’s residence, revered as a miraculous healer.

Her hands had saved countless lives, yet three years ago, when her mother fell gravely ill, despite having developed a life-saving remedy, a mistake with one ingredient caused her mother’s death.

Almost simultaneously, her father, with Lin Qingyun, announced to everyone that she was the true daughter of the Duke’s residence.

They claimed that her mother had been saved from a premature birth by an old peasant woman, who, coincidentally, had also given birth that day. A wicked plot had swapped the two babies.

Lin Qingwu, the daughter of a lowly commoner, had lived for fourteen years enjoying the wealth and honor meant for the Duke’s true daughter.

She remembered clearly how, on that day, Lin Qingyun clung to their father in sorrow.

They cursed her as an interloper, demanding she return everything owed to Lin Qingyun.

Her once doting brother cruelly grabbed her by the neck, forcing her to apologize to his beloved sister, accusing her of murder and demanding she return her mother.

But she didn’t understand—she truly did not know!

Even if she wasn’t the real daughter, her mother had loved her most dearly. How could she have harmed her?

Yet, in the end, it was she who had caused her mother’s death.

Clutching her chest tightly, her face twisted in pain.

After that day, they mercifully allowed her to remain in the residence as a laundry maid. Lin Qingyun, ever the gentle and kind-faced one in public, would come to torment her every few days.

For three lost years, she endured all of this willingly—not out of guilt to them, but to atone for her mother.

She could never forgive herself for her mother’s death; only by punishing herself could she find any semblance of peace. Yet Lin Qingyun cruelly tore open that wound again...

“Years without seeing you, and you’ve learned to play the victim. Stop wasting those pitiful tears,” the newcomer sneered with disdain. “You’re nothing but a lowly servant now. Do you really expect me to pity you and let you return to your former life?”

Lin Qingwu lifted her eyes to the doorway and saw a face both familiar and strange.

It was Lin Qingyan, the eldest son of the Prime Minister—her former brother.

Hating her bitterly, he had left the capital for the border three years ago, and no one knew exactly when he had returned.

Yet, upon seeing her again, his resentment seemed only to have deepened.

“I dare not,” Lin Qingwu suppressed the bitterness in her heart and stepped forward to kneel respectfully. “Your servant greets the eldest master.”

Before this moment, Lin Qingyan had imagined that when they met again, she might cry and complain, or lash out in anger.

But unexpectedly, she had shed all pride and humbled herself completely.

Though she was the enemy who had killed their mother and stolen Lin Qingyun’s identity, reduced to such a state, he should have been pleased. Yet anger surged from his heart.

“Lin Qingwu, you were once the cherished daughter of the Lin family for over a decade. How is it that you live now like a groveling servant?”

He snorted coldly and said, “As expected, a lowborn remains lowborn. The base nature within can never change!”

“Are you mute?” Lin Qingyan’s anger flared when Lin Qingwu remained unmoved by his scorn. “Who are you putting on this half-dead act for? Or are you trying to provoke me this way?”

“You killed our mother, stole Yun’er’s identity... you took advantage of everything. Do you still feel wronged? I’m telling you, you deserve everything that’s happening to you!”

His words grew more heated until, finally, he lifted his foot and struck her hard.

A martial artist, he used full strength; the blow left blood trickling from Lin Qingwu’s mouth.

For a moment, Lin Qingyan was stunned, a flicker of pity crossing his eyes.

After all, she was the sister he had cherished since childhood. Had he truly gone too far this time?

Instinctively, he reached out to help her up, but Lin Qingwu quickly scrambled to her feet, retreating on her knees to avoid his touch.

“Eldest Master is right. Your servant deserves death and is willing to accept any punishment.”

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