Chapter 390 - 137: The Dye Recipe
The wind whipped outside, and a heavy snow had fallen during the night.
Yueyao let out a loud cry and then sprang up from the bed. Nanny Hao, who was keeping watch outside, hurried in and saw Yueyao, covered in beads of sweat, obviously having had a nightmare.
Yueyao dreamed again of her past life, and of Zhou Shu. For a long time, she had forced herself not to think about that man because as soon as she did, she couldn’t control the fear. She feared to encounter the devil again in this life, to live as miserably as in her past life. Encountering that man, she wouldn’t feel safe with one female guard, let alone ten.
Yueyao lay on the bed watching the phoenix tail and orchid patterns engraved on the ceiling and let out a wry smile. Those nightmares hadn’t been forgotten; they were deeply buried by her, so they occasionally surfaced in her dreams.
Yueyao couldn’t sleep, and silently reciting scriptures was futile, so in the end, she could only dress and go to the Small Buddhist Hall to copy Buddhist scriptures. In over two months on the mountain, she had copied more than a hundred volumes of Buddhist scriptures. She understood most of the scriptural texts, but there were still parts she hadn’t fully comprehended.
As Yueyao copied and comprehended the texts over and over, both her brain and hands were occupied, leaving no time to think of anything else. By the time she finished copying a scripture, her chaotic emotions had also calmed down.
Yueyao considered her next steps. Perhaps this time was truly an accident; she had avoided it, but what would she do when Lady Mo actually made her move? She couldn’t rely on luck every time, as her luck wouldn’t always be so good. And Zhou Shu—just thinking of Zhou Shu made her shudder uncontrollably.
To rid herself of that man wasn’t as simple as just saying it. She couldn’t just rely on her maternal uncle, who might not be the same as in her previous life. If she wanted to avoid the fate of her past life, the only way was to protect herself. She had to ensure that not only her eldest uncle and Lady Mo wouldn’t dare to touch her but also that man wouldn’t dare to have designs on her.
After much thought, Yueyao wrote down a word on a blank page: "Money."
After writing, Yueyao shook her head on her own, feeling that competing in wealth with that man was simply masochistic. Even with the memories of another lifetime, she could only be in awe of that man’s ability to make money.