Rebirth: The Fourth Lady Wants to Lie Down

As night fell, the moonlight shone dappled on Uya's residence, illuminating the coldness and loneliness of the room.

After being roughly sent back by several maids, Wu Ya lay powerlessly on the bed, trying to move her hands that were in pain from struggling. Every tiny movement of hers seemed to tell of the unbearable experience she had just had.

"Master, you have suffered."

Lancome's voice sounded at the right time, with a barely perceptible tremor.

She was sharp-eyed and attentive, and she could tell at a glance that Wu Ya was feeling unwell. She hurried forward, gently held her red and swollen hands, and began to massage them carefully.

Lancome's technique was gentle yet powerful. Gradually, Wu Ya's frown relaxed and the pain seemed to ease a little.

However, this brief peace did not last long. Wu Ya's thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and she could not help but travel back to the main courtyard full of humiliation. Those scenes were like sharp blades, cutting through her heart again and again, leaving scars that were difficult to heal.

"Why……"

Wu Ya murmured in a low voice, her voice full of reluctance and doubt. She sat up suddenly, her eyes flashing with unprecedented anger, that anger was like a volcano about to erupt, surging and almost swallowing her up.

"I can't go on like this!"

She murmured to herself, her voice was small but revealed an incomparable determination. Wu Ya could no longer endure this oppression and pain, and she seemed to be driven by an invisible force and began to walk around the house like crazy.

Her steps were hurried and messy, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heart, painful and real.

"You! How dare you do this to me!"

She suddenly stopped and started swearing loudly into the air, her voice filled with anger and resentment.

"Bitch, you are all a bunch of bitches, why don't you just die!"

She seemed to want to turn all her dissatisfaction and anger into words and pour them out, letting the world hear her voice and see her pain.

Lan Kou rushed over upon hearing the noise, and was extremely anxious when she saw Wu Ya's appearance. She wanted to go forward and comfort her, but she was afraid that her actions would backfire and make Wu Ya even more agitated.

So, she could only stand aside and watch silently, her eyes full of worry and helplessness towards her master.

"Master, calm down..."

Lan Kou finally mustered up the courage to comfort her softly, but her voice was soon drowned out by Wu Ya's roar and seemed so insignificant.

However, Lancome did not give up. She continued to stand there, looking at Wu Ya with her concerned eyes, trying to give her a little comfort with her presence.

Finally, Wu Ya had vented enough. She stopped, gasping for breath, her chest heaving.

Wu Ya sat down by the window, holding an embroidered handkerchief tightly in her hand, but her eyes involuntarily turned towards the direction of the courtyard gate again.

There, the figures of several maids were looming in the dimness, like lingering ghosts, stubbornly guarding there, as if they were shackles that she could not escape.

A strong sense of uneasiness and fear surged in Wu Ya's heart. She felt an invisible pressure tightly binding her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She gritted her teeth, trying to calm herself down, and then whispered, "Lankou, go and see if those people are still at the gate."

Upon hearing this, Lancome immediately put down the work in her hands, whispered "yes", and then quickly walked to the gate of the courtyard.

She stopped, held her breath, carefully stuck her head out and looked around.

In the sunlight, the figures of the maids were clearly visible. They were either standing or sitting still with focused expressions. They were obviously carrying out some kind of surveillance mission and showed no signs of leaving.

Lancome's heart sank. She sighed secretly, then turned around and quickly walked back to the house.

She came to Wu Yashi and reported softly, "Master, I checked and found that the maids at the gate of the courtyard are still there. They have not left."

When Wu Ya heard this, her expression changed slightly. She pursed her lips tightly, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Sure enough..." Upon hearing this, Uya's face turned even paler. She was finally convinced that what Yi Ya said in the main courtyard was not false, and she would really be imprisoned in this small courtyard forever.

Anger and despair surged like a tide, and she could no longer control her emotions. She grabbed the porcelain teacup on the table and slammed it to the ground. The crisp shattering sound echoed in the house along with her curses, which was particularly harsh.

"I will never give up! I must escape from this cage!"

Wu Ya's voice trembled with anger, and there was a resolute light in her eyes, as if she had made some kind of decision.

Lancome could only watch silently from the side and pray silently in her heart, hoping that one day Uya would be able to regain her freedom and escape from this endless imprisonment and torture.