The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities is a Webnovel created by Listening to Poems in Twilight Snowfall.
This lightnovel is currently Ongoing.
Chapter 197: The Abused Little Girl
The girl was curled up in the bed, and her pitch-black hair was as smooth as silk. The moonlight fell on her face. Her skin was delicate and fair, her long eyelashes, like b.u.t.terfly wings, trembled with her breath. She was sleeping peacefully, and her usual cold face looked like a pear blossom with raindrops in spring.
Under her delicate nose, her pink lips were slightly curled up, glowing with a seductive l.u.s.ter.
Spark held his head with a hand and played with the hair beside her ear with his fingers, and a gleam of affection flickered across his eyes.
“Claire…”
He whispered.
Claire seemed not to be sleeping well and frowned slightly.
Spark stretched out his hand, smoothed her eyebrows, and his thin lips curled up in a pampering smile.
Claire looked so cute in her sleep.
Spark came over every night then onwards.
He leaned against the bed, staring at Claire’s sleeping face, unwilling to look away for even half a minute.
At this moment, Claire opened her eyes suddenly and happened to meet his gaze.
The man looked startled and panicked about being caught. “Did I wake you up?”
In fact, every night he came, Claire was awake.
He held her hand, kissed her face secretly, played with her hair, and gazed at her with scorching eyes. How could it not wake her up?
Claire s.h.i.+fted her gaze down and looked at the man’s knees. “You…”
Spark’s lips moved up. “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
“OK.” Claire looked away.
Spark moved his head closer, his eyes flickering. “Claire, are you worried about me?”
Claire’s voice was cold. “No.”
The man grabbed her hand and dropped a gentle kiss. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll just pretend that you care about me.”
During the day, Claire walked out of the You Palace.
Looking around, there were towering mountains in the distance. It was quiet and secluded here and the air was fresh.
She stood outside the door, while guards pa.s.sed by from time to time. There were guards in every corner, making it extremely hard for her to escape.
The You Palace was very large, and Claire’s room faced south. She pa.s.sed through multiple corridors and found that there was an independent villa near the north, which contained many women and children. They talked and laughed and seemed to have a leisurely life.
Claire observed from afar.
“Curious about who they are?” The man’s voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
Claire turned her head, only to see Bert standing behind her. The white silk covering his eyes fluttered in the wind.
Claire glanced at him.
He lowered his eyes, looked at Claire’s veiled small face, and smiled. “I am from the Menglai Clan. Have you heard of the Menglai Clan?”
Claire said indifferently, “Yes, you are good at making bewitching bugs, right?”
Bert pointed to the detached villa in the distance. “They are all families and lovers of members of Hesa Army, including their wives, mothers, and children.”
Claire was curious. “Why are they locked up?”
Bert replied. “We’ve developed a kind of bewitching bug, called Co-existent Bewitching Bug, and planted it into Hesa Army soldiers and their lovers. When they live, their lovers live, and when they die, their lovers die too. So, for the people they love, they have to fight bravely on the battlefield. True love is not to die for each other, but to do their best to live for each other.”
Claire narrowed her eyes slightly.
This method was really vicious.
Half a month later, Spark could stand up and walk properly.
A group of guards swarmed into the hall, holding a little girl in their arms. She was seven or eight years old, skinny, wearing tattered clothes, and bruised all over. From her sallow face, one could tell she must be severely malnourished.
The leader reported to Spark. “All the Harris have been killed, but… a child was found in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the Harris. She is the niece of Mrs. Harris but had been imprisoned in the bas.e.m.e.nt, beaten up by her aunt and raped by her uncle.”