The heavy snow seems to never stop. Eight-year-old Wang Xilu's small body is wrapped in a large cloak rolled with white fox fur, and he also wears a fluffy fox fur hat on his head. Only his pretty face is exposed, and his big bony eyes are turning around, making him look cute and cute.

She thought, if she wasn't afraid that she wouldn't be able to see the road and fall down, the wet nurse would have wished she could have covered her face as well.

In fact, she had protested about being wrapped up, but after hearing her angry words, the wet nurse just said lightly - "Madam has been in poor health these days. If the eldest lady catches a cold, I'm afraid she will have to worry about her day and night."

Hearing this, Wang Xilu didn't dare to complain anymore. In the past six months, her mother's body and bones had become worse and worse, and she didn't want to worry her mother anymore.

Although the elders didn't tell her anything, she could guess a good deal from the way they shook their heads and sighed every time they saw her.

Thinking of this, Wang Xilu's original excitement when she saw the snow had completely disappeared, replaced by that heavy thought, and even her steps were no longer as brisk as she should have been at her age.

After walking through the corridor, then walking along the winding path, and passing countless snow-sweeping maids whose cheeks were red from the cold, Wang Lu finally looked at Mingyue Courtyard where her mother lived.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she approached, she heard several heavy coughs coming from the house, which were heartbreaking and frightening. Then, she heard the delicate voice of her father's latest favorite - "Madam... Madam... are you okay?"

It's not too out of the ordinary to ask such a question, but it would be a bit weird if that coquettish and sweet voice was filled with a tone of gloating that couldn't be concealed.

"Aunt Luo, it's time for Madam to take her medicine."

Wang Xilu recognized the voice of Xinghua, the most capable maid around her mother.

Xinghua's brittle tone contained the anger she was trying to suppress. Although the concubine's status was not much higher than that of the maid, she was not someone she could offend.

I don't know if Aunt Luo didn't understand Xinghua's hint of chasing people away, or if Aunt Luo did it on purpose. She said in high spirits: "Is it time to take the medicine? Here, I will take care of Madam."

"My dear, look at the weather. I'm afraid I'm going back to court soon. If I knew that my aunt had done the menial work of a servant like this, I'd be very distressed!"

Aunt Luo said disdainfully: "Xinghua, I know you are a respectable maid beside Madam, but do you believe that as long as I say a few words to the master, you will be immediately sold or given to someone else."

"You..." Xinghua's pretty face turned white immediately after being choked by these words. She didn't dare to say another word. She bit her thin lips tightly and looked at Aunt Luo who looked proud with anger in her eyes.

Whether it was the people in the room, including Mrs. Wang and Xinghua, or Wang Xilv standing outside with a cold face, everyone knew very well that as long as Aunt Luo whispered a few words from her pillow, the man who doted on his concubine and killed his wife would definitely do it without hesitation.

After a period of suffocating silence, my mother's weak but cold voice sounded in the room.

"Xinghua, kneel down and kowtow to Aunt Luo."

Hearing what her mother said, Wang Xilu couldn't bear it any longer. Before Xinghua, who was filled with shame and anger, knelt down, she let Hong Chuan, who was following behind, lift the curtain and enter the back room.

"Mom, why did I hear that someone wanted to sell Sister Xinghua?"

With a delicate voice and a childish face, although Wang Xilu looks innocent, she is not really innocent. For more than a year, her mother's lingering on the sickbed and her aunt's unreasonable competition for favor have forced her, a rich young lady who was also pampered and pampered, to grow up and become sensible early.

When Wang Xilu came to the bed, he was not surprised to see deep resentment and anger flashing on his mother's pale face.

"Mom, rest in peace. I won't let anyone bully Sister Xinghua. I think it won't be difficult for me, as a legitimate eldest daughter, to keep a servant, right?" After saying this, Wang Xilu looked up at Aunt Luo, who was dressed like a colorful butterfly. Her clear eyes were full of natural sharpness and momentum."Aunt Luo, do you think so?"

To Wang Xilu, Aunt Luo was not even a serious elder, but just a pampered and arrogant servant. Maybe her mother was afraid of her because of her father, or maybe Xinghua was afraid of her because she could speak in front of her father, but she was not afraid.

Even if her father could watch Aunt Luo bully her mother, the head of the family, at least her grandmother, who always talked about rules, would not let Aunt Luo do such a wanton thing.

"This..." The arrogant Aunt Luo was angry, but she still didn't dare to provoke the eldest daughter in front of her.

She knew very well in her heart that the reason why she could climb over the madam was because the master had already disliked the madam, but it was impossible for him to dislike his own child.

Anyway, I have endured it for so long, and I just want to wait for the sick woman in front of me to die, and then she will blow my pillow to the master. Isn't this little girl at her disposal?

"Of course yes, the eldest lady can protect whomever she wants to protect." Aunt Luo said with a flattering smile.

When Wang Xilu came, she couldn't get any advantage, so she excused herself as she had something to do in her yard and left in a hurry.

Seeing her leaving in a sensible manner, Wang Xilu knew that this woman was not only beautiful, but also not stupid. No wonder her mother always fell at the disadvantage during several confrontations.

"Daughter, it's all because of your useless mother that you were bullied like this at such a young age..." Mrs. Wang only said a few words before her tears fell down like broken pearls.

"Mom, crying is useless most of the time. If you are really good for your daughter, you should take good care of yourself and become her daughter's support."

During this period of time, Wang Xilu has experienced a lot of what it's like to not have the love of her own mother. She is young, but this does not mean that she does not understand anything.

During this period, she watched her father gradually alienate her mother due to the instigation of those concubines. She also noticed that the way her father looked at her mother changed from respect to disgust. She also watched her mother become more and more sad day by day, and finally became seriously ill. If this continued, her mother would soon die.

If mother can stop looking at father and only look at her, can her heart be relieved?

Such thoughts flashed through Wang Xilu's mind. The next moment, she looked at her mother's pale face and said, "Mom, let's ignore them and just the two of us live together, okay? Let's move to Zhuangzi to live out of sight and out of mind."

"Fool, it's not that simple." Although she was so weak that she had almost no strength, Mrs. Wang still gritted her teeth and raised her hand, held her daughter's little hand, and said solemnly: "How can you just leave home when you are married?"

"Since we can't leave, let's get rid of all the women in the house!" Wang Xilu opened his eyes wide and said seriously: "Mom, you have to watch and see how my daughter drives them all away..."

"Those who can't be driven away... Even if we drive them away, there will still be others. This is a woman's life, it's all life..." Mrs. Wang muttered, but after saying only a few words, she almost exhausted all her energy. Before she could finish her words, her eyelids were already closed tiredly.

Looking at his mother who had fallen asleep again, a coldness suddenly flashed across Wang Xilu's eyes, and he murmured: "Mom, I don't accept my fate, and you don't accept your fate either..."

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Wang passed away in her sleep that night, and Wang Xilu was taken out of the bed in the middle of the night and asked to be served by the maids and changed into white clothes.

Amidst the mournful expressions of the servants and women, Wang Xilu clearly heard Aunt Luo's mad laughter coming from her yard, but no one stopped her, not even her father.

She looked straight at her mother lying in the coffin and murmured: "I don't accept my fate... I don't accept my fate... I will never accept my fate in this life!"

Chapter 1(1)

Wang Xilu sat quietly on the chair in the room, motionless. Her originally plump red lips showed a hint of white, and her cheeks, which were always white and rosy, now had no color at all.

Even so, she is still like a beautiful and delicate porcelain doll, exuding natural beauty.