“Always having been helped by Ji Chen, Gu Qingtong didn’t want to see her worried. Seeing her empty cup, she poured her a cup of tea. Ji Chen took the teacup and suddenly gulped it down: ‘Tong’er, I once served as a matchmaker for Fan Xifeng and the second young lady of the Lin family. Fan Xifeng is a libertine, as you know. He couldn’t violate me, but while sharing a bed, he tied me to the bed, touched and kissed me, and used many bedroom implements to torment me. For an entire night, I was gagged and immobilized, enduring humiliation. When I finally escaped that painful situation, I could do nothing because I was just a qing maiden, at most disrupting his marriage to the Lin family. But this disruption was exactly what he wanted. I always wanted revenge, but later I couldn’t find him, unable to even seek vengeance.’
Gu Qingtong was shocked, her mouth agape. Her intimate friend not only carried family hatred but had also suffered such humiliation. If she had known, she would have castrated him! Ji Chen looked at Gu Qingtong’s shocked expression, crying with swollen red eyes: ‘Although I have shared a bed with many men, I have always remained pure. But he destroyed my innocence and once used the incident to threaten me. He said he had drawn my body and made an album. If I didn’t comply, he would distribute the book, letting everyone know about my situation.'”
Gu Qingtong also shed tears: “My orange, I never thought you had suffered so much. You are actually more miserable than me. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tong’er, you were once so proud. If I told you, you would surely seek revenge for me. We are both just insignificant qing maidens. How could I harm you?”
Gu Qingtong hugged her tightly, saying hatefully: “Orange, Fan Xifeng is in my adoptive father’s hands. If you want revenge, you can ask my adoptive father. Once we leave here, I’ll go to my adoptive father and have him castrate Fan Xifeng, unable to live or die.”
Ji Chen nodded heavily: “I’ll wait.”
