Chapter 108: The Top Songstress of Dongguan Kingdom

Nanyan entered her room, locked the door from the inside, and shut it tightly, sealing herself within. Unconsciously, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

“Nanyan, you’re really useless. What’s there to cry about? You’re just pathetic... sob sob...”

“Nanyan, if you’re beaten, you’re beaten. Why hold a grudge against yourself...”

“Nanyan, you just can’t accept losing...”

“Nanyan, you’re really worthless. You’ll always be overshadowed by Luoyue...”

“Nanyan...”

Alone in her room, Nanyan muttered to herself. The servants who used to pass by her door were nowhere to be seen now.

Nanyan’s heart ached deeply. She realized she had simply taken herself too seriously. No matter how sorrowful her tears, there was no one to listen. She was merely a supporting character—why bother?

Her eyes swollen and red from crying, she slowly regained her composure. Sitting quietly on the floor before her vanity, she became like a statue, motionless.

Suddenly, the corner of her eye caught sight of the vanity. Where there should have been letter paper beside the beauty box, there was now nothing—empty. Where was the letter paper?

Panic flooded Nanyan’s mind. If anyone discovered she had secretly corresponded with someone from the Moon Pavilion, she would never be allowed to stay in this brothel again.

She searched the table, the drawers, the bed—no sign of the letter paper. Where could it be?

She hastily tied up her hair, afraid it would block her view.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the room lay in utter disarray, yet the letter paper remained missing.

Suddenly, muddy footprints appeared at the doorway.

She took off her shoes—no mud on them.

That meant someone had entered her room during the brief moment she stepped out—and had taken the letter.

Nanyan collapsed onto the cold floor. The chill there was nothing compared to the frost that gripped her heart. Though it was only September, it felt as if winter had already arrived.

“It’s over. The letter… is gone...”

She lost all courage to leave the room. She feared that if she stepped outside, she would be accused of betrayal. But the truth was undeniable—she really was a traitor.

Days passed. One day, two days. Nanyan remained holed up inside, as if everyone had forgotten she even existed within the brothel.

On the third day, the Moon Pavilion’s deadline for her arrived. It was also Nanyan’s last chance.

With the letter exposed, she could not stay long in the brothel. It was better to switch allegiance to the Moon Pavilion.

This thought took root and grew wildly, like a wildfire spreading through dry grass.

Secretly, she placed the letter paper she cherished in a crevice. This decision was a gamble on the rest of her life.

In the East Pavilion:

“Are you saying Aunt Matchmaker discovered Nanyan’s secret correspondence with the Moon Pavilion?”

Luoyue sat at the bedside, soaking her feet in hot water infused with slices of ginger.

It had been raining continuously lately, and a rash had appeared on Luoyue’s legs. She soaked her feet in ginger water to dispel the dampness.

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