Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan still remembered seeing the red girl acting recklessly in the imperial garden. Although she was unhappy, she thought that this must be Concubine Jin's intention, so she didn't say much and just followed behind. This dress was newly made for her cousin's wedding. Today was the first day she wore it, and she was afraid that it would be torn when passing through the flowers and rocks.

Halfway through the walk, Anan suddenly heard a commotion in front of him, followed by a man shouting and cursing at the top of his lungs and a woman crying and begging for mercy.

Anan and the maid were both stunned. They stood still and secretly looked over there by clinging to the rockery in front of them.

The man hunched his waist, lowered his body, and was tearing something with his hands. He looked like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food. There were people kneeling around him, but there was no sound at all.

The one begging for mercy was a woman. Although her face could not be seen clearly, one could see her red eyes from the handrail of the corridor.

The man was acting as if he was in an empty space, just venting his rage. The woman, dressed in red, with blood all over her face, was sobbing and saying something, but it did not bring back the man's sanity at all.

Just when Anan felt his heart was about to stop, the woman was pulled up from the ground and thrown to the ground fiercely. She wailed sharply, which seemed to make the man even more unhappy, and he broke her arm directly.

With a scream, the other arm was broken.

Anan stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, his scalp tingling and the blood in his body froze.

Although they were too far away, Anan recognized the man at a glance. It was the current emperor.

She looked at the scene in front of her in shock. Besides the indescribable shock, there was also the unrelieved fear. For a moment, she even forgot to react. She just stood there stupidly, staring at the scene in front of her.

The woman was silent and collapsed on the ground like a rag, but the man had no intention of stopping and seemed to want to grind her into a pulp.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air and Anan vomited.

Fortunately, the maid was alert and immediately pulled Anan back behind the rockery, found a low place to hide her, and shook her head at her, signaling her not to speak.

Anan, who witnessed all this, had a mixture of confusion in her mind. She had only met the Emperor once, and at that time he was Jin Liu's strict and loving father, an enlightened and generous monarch. He loved his two sons with all his heart, and even cared for Hongze. She really couldn't understand how such a kind and respectable old man could become such a different person in such a short period of time.

This was not the time to talk, and this place was even more unquestionable. Anan took a deep breath and leaned against the stone wall. The maid stood in front of her, her face pale and her whole body shaking violently.

The woman's body was quickly cleaned up, and even the blood on the ground disappeared. The elderly king walked briskly, laughing wildly. He threw the white handkerchief he had used to wipe the blood on his hands onto the ground, and left contentedly, his hearty laughter lingering in the air.

Anan couldn't help but shiver, and looked at the maid in front of him. The hair on her forehead was already soaked with sweat.

The two of them didn't know how long they stomped behind the stone, until all the busy people had dispersed, and then the maid bravely stood up and looked around.

Anan stood up with her help. The corridor was empty and nothing seemed to have happened. The horrifying scene just now seemed like an absurd nightmare.

The maid cleared her throat and said in a low voice, "Madam, let's go!"

Anan followed the maid in a daze, looked back with lingering fear, and quickened his pace.