Chapter 7
The Minister wore a blue robe, a gold belt, and a pair of black boots. He had a round and large belly, tightly pursed dark purple lips upon his chubby face, and an obscure glint in his tiger-like eyes.
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Just then, troubled over their eldest daughter’s marriage, one of her father’s concubines was out for a walk in the courtyard.
She didn’t want to bump into Liu Rushuang on her way out, but she did.
“Liu Rushuang, do you not know that you must curtsy when you see an elder?” Cried Minister Liu with a thunderous voice and a cold look on his face.
Liu Rushuang turned her head when she heard that cold stern voice and a hint of hostility flashed across her eyes when she first caught sight of Auntie Li in the Minister’s arms.
She turned around and faced Minister Liu, then curtsied. “Father.”
With that, she then spun around with the intent to leave.
“Third Young Miss, you really don’t take the master seriously!” Cried Auntie Li in a chilling voice.
She looked down upon those at the Minister Liu’s manor a long time ago and she should have made her move a long time ago.
She has followed Liu Rushuang ever since she rescued her at eight years old.
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Liu Rushuang taught her some martial arts and Qinggong1and from then on, she was no longer a homeless orphan but like family to Liu Rushuang.
Liu Rushuang silently walked towards the Capital’s most luxurious house of entertainment, the Drunken Cloud.
With an envious heart, she watched as parents brought their kids out to shop on the Capital’s streets.
Ever since she was born, her father never once looked her straight in the eyes — no matter it be her father from her previous lifetime or this one.
The glint in her eyes became dark and deep and her hands clenched tightly into fists.
What wrong had she committed? She was merely reincarnated into the wrong family. Why did she have to suffer this kind of treatment?
If this was heaven’s will, then she was determined to defy God till the very end.
“Daddy, am I not your daughter?”
“Get out the way! I don’t have a daughter like you!”
Liu Rushuang thought about the similar words both her fathers had previously said, and her heart froze to ice.
She stared at the three words “Drunken Cloud” with a sense of deep fondness in her eyes.