☆、A Tragic Death: The Miserable Life of the Young Mistress
“Have you heard? The young master of the Gu family got into another fight at the Yihong Courtyard.”
“What was it about this time?”
“What else could it be? It’s about jealousy over a courtesan, of course.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, if I were Master Gu, having raised such a scoundrel, I would have been angry to death hundreds of times over.”
“Who says it isn’t so? In any other family, he would have been beaten to death long ago, but Master Gu dotes on him like he’s his own eyes. That’s why the young master has become such a wastrel. It’s all because Master Gu has indulged him.”
“Indulging a child is like killing him; doting on him is like harming him. One day, Master Gu will regret it!”
Of course, Master Gu later regretted it deeply, his intestines turning blue with remorse. Due to his excessive indulgence and love for his only son, the son became selfish, lawless, causing trouble, engaging in murder and arson, gambling, and squandering the family fortune, leading to their ruin. If it had been just him, it would have been karma, but he felt most sorry for his daughter, who was gentle, obedient, and as comforting as a cotton-padded jacket. Because of her brother’s fight over a courtesan at a brothel, which resulted in a death, he pushed his daughter into a nightmare to protect his son.
His daughter was married off to a man who was as cruel as a demon, tortured and tormented day and night, and eventually, unable to bear it, she drowned herself in a well. When her body was found, it was bloated and pale, covered in scars, with no intact skin left. At such a blossoming age, she should have had a bright future, but because of her father’s favoritism towards his son, she was sacrificed, her life withered away in misery. How tragic!
“If I could, I hope my Yue’er could marry the man she loves and live happily ever after, and I hope Sheng’er could grow into a capable and responsible man.”
After uttering these tearful words, Master Gu’s soul transformed into a wisp of white smoke, drifting into the system’s wish bottle.
