Cai Ping tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I don't know his original name, but I've heard that General Shen changed his name to Shen Mieyue a few years ago."
Shen Wei swayed her silk fan, smiling as she thought to herself that this General Shen was quite a man who held grudges.
The mistress and her maid were strolling by the lake when, suddenly, a mournful wail drifted over from outside the courtyard walls.
The sound was eerie and sorrowful, like a lament that sent chills down one's spine.
"Wuuu... Wuuu..."
A woman's hoarse voice cried out, "I'm so miserable... I'm so full of resentment..."
"Men in this world are heartless..."
Under the cold moonlight, the woman's cries seemed both distant and close, dissipating the warmth from Shen Wei's body and leaving her spine tingling with cold.
Cai Ping shivered in fear.
