Chapter 3: No Need to Revisit the Past

In the pitch-black room, the air was thick with the mingled scents of wine, sweat, and an unidentifiable, peculiar odor.

Shi Shouxin had been drinking and entangled with "Li Wan" several times, until he finally succumbed to a deep slumber.

However, the woman lying beside him was not the Li Wan he believed her to be, nor was she asleep.

Under the dim light filtering through the window, a graceful and slender silhouette was visible.

The woman sighed deeply, her emotions a tangled web of bitterness and complexity.

She rose from the bed and approached the desk, lighting an oil lamp with a tinderbox. Holding the lamp, she returned to the bedside and gazed at Shi Shouxin’s face.

His features were resolute yet handsome, unmistakably youthful. Years of deliberate training had sculpted his muscles into a defined and masculine form.

His figure was tall and sturdy, far from frail.

She exhaled deeply, a faint blush of shyness softening her expression, and the worries in her heart dissipated.

Fixing her eyes on the drunken man still unconscious on the bed, she couldn’t help but smile—a smile tinged with sweetness. The coldness of her face melted under the lamp’s glow, blooming with an ethereal beauty like a delicate orchid.

That night, she had fallen asleep without locking the door. Before she could protest, the rough man had lunged at her, kissing her relentlessly, leaving no room for objection. Gradually, she found herself returning his kisses.

Dressed swiftly, she fled the room like someone escaping, casting a sidelong glance at the small chamber near the door.

Sure enough, the personal maid who was supposed to be on duty was fast asleep on the bed! The architecture of such quarters was designed precisely to accommodate the intimate slaves of the nobility.

Yet, someone had exploited this loophole.

She entered the small room and found the wretched maid snoring loudly, drooling at the corner of her mouth with a silly grin.

The woman was both amused and annoyed.

“Wake up quickly. We’re heading to the General’s mansion now.”

She shook the maid awake and whispered the command.

The maid stirred, noticing the faint light of dawn and the dim outlines of figures.

“Madam, isn’t it too early to depart?”

“Not at all! Go notify the coachman to set off immediately!”

The woman, addressed as "Madam," spoke sharply. Yet after the maid rose, the madam allowed herself to be supported as they boarded the carriage, which struck the maid as peculiar.

Madam’s health was good—she certainly did not need assistance walking.

Without overthinking it, they set off for the General’s residence.

Soon, Madam sat opposite Sima Zhao in his study. The powerful Wei official regarded the woman before him with an indescribable mixture of languor and softness, a subtle hint of seductive femininity radiating from her.

A ripple stirred within him, a trace of greed flickering in his eyes. Yet he quickly suppressed his thoughts, unwilling to delve into such trivial matters.

Sima Zhao greeted her formally: “Sister-in-law, when did you arrive in Luoyang? Such an early visit—why not rest a little longer?”

This woman was none other than Sima Zhao’s sister-in-law, the third wife of his deceased elder brother Sima Shi, and the elder sister of Yang Hu—Yang Huiyu.

“I just came looking for my younger cousin (Yang Hu’s courtesy name). He’s not at home, likely on night duty at the office. With nothing pressing to do, I thought to visit the General for a chat,” Yang Huiyu replied with a serene smile, her demeanor dignified and imbued with a mature confidence.

Sima Zhao suddenly felt that his late brother Sima Shi had truly wasted a treasure. But since his brother had passed years ago, there was little point in dwelling on it.

Damn, such beauty could have been a concubine for me—why keep the bed cold?

He cursed inwardly.

“Please speak, sister-in-law.”

Suppressing his distracting thoughts, Sima Zhao adopted a serious tone.

He held Yang Huiyu in great respect, for reasons that were complex, which also explained why he valued Yang Hu so highly. In truth, Sima Zhao treated the Yang family far better than Sima Shi ever had.

“I heard that the General intends to campaign against Shu. There’s much speculation in the city; I wonder if it’s true,” Yang Huiyu asked softly, her expression calm.

Sima Zhao nodded without denying it.

“My cousin longs to be stationed away, to achieve merit on the frontier—a lifelong aspiration. If the General does plan to attack Shu, would it be possible for my cousin to participate?”

Yang Huiyu stated her ultimate aim without beating around the bush. Everything she did was for Yang Hu, nothing else mattered.

Her life had been harsh; her only remaining hope was her beloved brother. She no longer cared for anything else.

Calling her a “brother-helper” was not an exaggeration.

Of course, Sima Zhao had some small designs on this young widowed sister-in-law, which she understood well. She used this subtle intimacy to advance Yang Hu’s career.

If anyone called her a scheming woman, she wouldn’t deny it. She was indeed a “schemer” devoted entirely to her brother’s cause.

“Sister-in-law, I’ll be frank.

This campaign against Shu will be extremely perilous, and there is no certainty.

The court is rife with debate, and no decision has been made.

If there is a chance, your cousin will certainly be assigned to the Shu campaign.

But at this moment, it’s impossible to say; it depends on the circumstances.”

Sima Zhao gently declined Yang Huiyu’s request.

Hearing this, disappointment flickered across Yang Huiyu’s face, but she nodded and ceased her pleading.

Three repetitions of a matter said plainly suffice; once the meaning is conveyed, no more need be said. Sima Zhao would not agree to something he did not intend to, regardless of entreaties.

She rose and bowed to Sima Zhao. “In that case, I shall return to my cousin’s home for now. If the General has any orders, please send word to me.”

“I will see you off, sister-in-law,” Sima Zhao stood, but noticed her gait was peculiar—cautious and unsteady, almost limping.

“Sister-in-law, are you unwell? Do you require the imperial physician?”

Sima Zhao asked with concern, moving to support her in his arms.

Yang Huiyu’s face stiffened briefly before she raised a hand to stop him, clearing her throat with a dry laugh.

“It’s just travel fatigue, nothing serious. Please do not worry, General.”

She then turned and left the mansion. Ordering the coachman to take a roundabout route outside the city, she circled through many streets until past noon. She estimated that the man who had shared her bed the previous night had likely left by now. Only then did she arrive at Yang Hu’s residence.

Yang Hu had returned as well, seemingly having drunk through the night, now sound asleep in his chambers with his head covered.

Though only a year older, as an elder sister who was like a mother, Yang Huiyu refrained from waking him and sat alone in the main hall to doze.

But closing her eyes only worsened it; her mind filled with vivid, indecent images of passion and desire—scenes both shameful and heart-racing.

She carefully recalled the events of the previous night—the passion, impulse, abandon, and relief—feelings she had never before experienced.

Her spirit drifted, her body growing limp, drowsiness pressing down.

Her emotions toward that incident were complex. Yet she held no hatred; there was even a trace of gratitude toward that reckless man.

Though initially stunned by his kisses, she had the strength to resist.

Only certain unspeakable reasons led her to cooperate with the young stranger.

A whole day passed in such a daze. Upon waking, she found Yang Hu silently reading beside her, a pile of bamboo scrolls stacked on the desk.

Evidently, he had waited long.

The sibling bond was deep; seeing her weary, Yang Hu refrained from waking her.

“Sigh, I’m getting old. Once I sleep, it’s hard to wake up.”

Yang Huiyu opened her eyes with a sigh, mumbling a foreboding remark.

Yang Hu glanced at her with a smile. “Sister, you’re as graceful and beautiful as ever. Where is this talk of old age coming from?”

“Enough. Let’s speak of serious matters. I visited the General’s mansion today and mentioned the campaign against Shu.”

She spoke halfway, then noticed Yang Hu’s hopeful gaze.

She shook her head resignedly. “From what the General hinted, the time to attack Shu has not yet come; he remains hesitant. I sense great risk in this. It’s better for you not to intervene rashly.”

“To break free from the influence of the noble Marquis of Xiang, the General is eager to campaign against Shu. It’s only a matter of time.”

Yang Hu spoke with confidence, trusting his strategic insight above all.

Though the court publicly denies it, preparations for the Shu campaign’s logistics are underway behind the scenes. As the saying goes, before the army marches, the provisions must first move—and the supplies are already in place. How long before the troops arrive?

“The General is soft-hearted; he may not let you join the campaign. You should give up this hope,” Yang Huiyu warned sharply.

It was the first time Yang Hu had heard anyone describe Sima Zhao as “soft-hearted.”

He looked at her in disbelief, opening his mouth but saying nothing.

Everyone knows Sima Zhao’s true nature; there is no need to speak further.

Knowing her brother well, Yang Huiyu could read Yang Hu’s thoughts at once.

She sighed, recalling many painful memories, growing more sorrowful until she finally covered her face and wept.

Seeing his sister cry, Yang Hu panicked and awkwardly tried to comfort her, blaming himself.

“I’ve not cared for you enough, Sister. Please forgive me.”

He handed her a handkerchief. Yang Huiyu took it, wiped her tears, but shook her head.

“These things are not your concern.

When Father arranged my marriage to Sima Shi, I knew something was wrong. Though I opposed it, I could not stop it.

I never imagined it would turn out like this.”

Yang Huiyu now seemed eager to confide, continuing:

“Months after marriage, Sima Shi was always busy with official duties and never shared my bed. Later, I heard that Wu, who had been taken as a concubine shortly before me and then discarded, died suddenly at a young age. I grew very anxious, even cautious when speaking to the household servants.”

She called her husband Sima Shi by name but addressed her younger brother-in-law Sima Zhao by his official title—an intriguing detail worth noting.

Yang Hu nodded slightly, signaling her to continue.

Wu’s sudden death after being dismissed was indeed suspicious and caused much gossip.

After poisoning the original wife, Lady Xiahou, who bore him five daughters and was beloved by outsiders, Sima Shi had Wu succeed her. Yet soon after, he discarded Wu and married Yang Huiyu.

Yang Hu, having married before, knew this was unusual.

For example, the young couple Shi Shouxin and Li Wan were inseparable whenever possible, as close as sharing one garment.

Wu was newlywed and should have been the most cherished.

Yet Sima Shi dismissed her!

Noble families paid a political price for dismissing wives, and Wu was no insignificant woman.

While Yang Hu was lost in thought, Yang Huiyu continued:

“Later I learned that Sima Shi was grievously wounded on the battlefield and was no longer able to… perform. Upon hearing this, Wu demanded a divorce, then Sima Shi…”

She made a chopping gesture with her hand.

Yang Hu’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Sima Shi could kill his first wife, the beloved Lady Xiahou, who bore him five daughters.

So killing Wu to keep secrets was hardly surprising.

Of course, she had to die away from the Sima household—first dismissed, then killed, and finally replaced by a Yang bride.

Such a smooth sequence was characteristic of the Sima family—low-key, despicable, and ruthless.

“If that were all, it would be one thing, since it didn’t concern me. What’s unbearable is that Sima Shi often tested me. His words were loaded with meaning; a single misstep could bring disaster.

For example, when your father-in-law Xiahou Ba fled to Shu, Sima Shi asked if your brother would follow. He said that if he did, he could send men to protect him along the way. At the time, I swore you would never flee to Shu, threatening to take my own life if you did. That was how our Yang family escaped that ordeal. There were many such incidents; some I barely remember.”

Yang Huiyu revealed a secret previously unheard by Yang Hu, leaving him speechless.

One could imagine that if Yang Huiyu had been less innocent and more trusting of Sima Shi’s “good intentions,” their family might have been wiped out.

“Sister, you mean…”

Yang Hu suddenly realized something unbearable, even shameful.

“Yes. I maintained my chastity for years, enduring accusations of infertility from outsiders, all to protect this secret.”

Yang Huiyu’s emotions broke loose as she choked back sobs.

“For Sima Shi, for the Sima family, I was forced to live as a widow, unable to tell a soul! People mocked me as a hen that couldn’t lay eggs, and I could not defend myself!

What did I do wrong?

On the day Sima Shi died, I locked myself inside and laughed wildly. The whole household thought I was mad from grief. But I was not grieving—I was free! I was truly happy! Sima Shi’s death was justice!

That day, I was free. I no longer had to endure his constant tests and threats!”

Yang Huiyu roared, her face twisted in torment.

Because she kept silent and proposed adopting Sima Zhao’s son, Sima You, she indirectly secured Sima Zhao’s position.

Therefore, Sima Zhao showed her great respect, at least outwardly. Almost any request she made was granted.

There is never any love or hate without reason; every cause brings consequence.

This was Yang Huiyu’s political wisdom and her self-sacrifice for the family.

The clan prospered, but she, a lifelong virgin, had no one to share her sorrows with.

She did not feel shame over last night’s “incident,” but rather a strange gratitude.

She finally experienced what it meant to be a woman. Under normal circumstances, even if she sought a lover, who would dare touch her?

When the man whispered another woman’s name into her ear, she felt a pang of jealousy—jealous of the woman called “Wan Niang.”

Why did other men cherish their wives, while that beast Sima Shi was so cruel?

This thought filled her with hatred.

Her youth had been destroyed by Sima Shi!

During their lovemaking, she felt the sweet satisfaction of revenge!

It was truly liberating!

“Sima Shi, I have finally indulged once, bringing you shame no one can erase!

I am no longer the obedient girl who endured everything!

Now I want you to know, no matter how cruel or powerful you are, I can still shame you!”

Because of this resolve, when that young man took liberties with her, she cooperated actively. Had she resisted, he could not have succeeded!

She could have screamed for help and escaped at any moment.

But she chose… to lie down and enjoy it.

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