【The Empty Garden】(Chapter Two)

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Chapter Two: Entering the Building 　　 "
Remember 　　, 　　 this garden isn't as casual as ours. If you don't remember the rules, the master might just 　　kick you out, and you won't be able to come back!" A servant was constantly instilling in me 　　the ways of survival in this garden along the cobblestone path a dozen steps from the building. I just focused on remembering, never thinking about how to return to that 　　somewhat bittersweet, yet unforgettable, milk pool of my childhood… Perhaps it was the servility cultivated from being raised as a slave. 　　 "Don't approach the master unless he tells you to, and especially don't look at him. That would be utterly disrespectful. Remember to obey the master 　　's words. If the master asks a question, answer quickly. Go in with your head down, walk quietly, and don't make a sound. 　　Disturbing the master is a grave offense..." The maid didn't seem saddened by my impending departure; instead, I saw 　　a rare hint of excitement on her face. I think she probably wanted to live by the master's side, and I really wanted to switch places with her at that moment... 　　 "Did you remember everything? Don't move or wander around unless the master speaks..." Leading me to the small building 　　, the maid continued repeating those same few sentences, but as we approached the door, she suddenly fell silent. 　　 The maid cautiously said, "Remember! Go in!" She loosened my clenched hand and gently 　　pushed me towards the dark doorway of the small building. "Serving the master is a blessing!" " 　　 Stepping over the knee-high carved jade steps leading to the entrance, I was confronted by a pitch-black wall. The three-story building visible from the outside 　　seemed to be mostly covered by this wall, with gaps still visible, giving me the illusion that the three-story building was merely 　　a curtain to the main hall. A poem, written in white ink, flowed across the wall like a stream, but at the time I didn't understand its 　　true meaning." 　　 "Life in the mortal world has its end, death in the underworld is no different. 　　The mortal world and the underworld are alike, just like drifting in a foreign land. 　　— Tang Baihu" 　　 I walked lightly through the empty hall, the floor and the shadow walls pitch black, everything was pitch black except for the white 　　characters that seemed to glow faintly, illuminating a path ahead… 　　 Beyond the wall, I found myself in a small courtyard, with a peach tree in the center, its blossoms half-drooping. As 　　I was looking around, a crisp, sweet laugh rang out, startling me so much that I quickly lowered my head, no longer looking at my surroundings. Thinking of the 　　servant's instructions, I felt a pang of fear. Remembering the servant's terrified expression when he spoke of his master, I feared 　　a punishment even more severe than the servant's "slapping" of the past. 　　 "Who brought you here?" The woman's voice was crisp and clear. I wanted to see her, but fearing punishment, I simply 　　lowered my head and replied, "I was brought here by the servant!" 　　 "So you're that baby girl?!" The woman's voice seemed quite pleased, but I was completely bewildered and didn't know 　　what to say. 　　 "Quite fair-skinned, good-looking, but I wonder if her brain's been washed out." Before she finished speaking, she 　　giggled. I looked down and saw that she was wearing a pair of small, embroidered pink shoes, her delicate 　　little feet exposed. 　　 "Silly girl, I don't know if she's really silly or just pretending. Come with me!" In just a moment, the woman's laughter faded 　　, and her last words were icy cold, sending a chill down my spine. I 　　 followed closely behind the pair of small embroidered shoes, head down, not daring to utter a sound. A moment of silence followed, and I realized I'd somehow 　　entered a corridor, the railings mostly a smooth, white… 　　 “Hey! What’s your name?” The silence was broken, and my courage nearly shattered too… 　　 “Oh! You haven’t been given a name yet, so what name do you have? Look at me.” Before she could finish, she 　　started laughing again, that giggling laughter giving me a strange feeling. 　　 She led the way, laughing as she went. I'd seen the long railings so many times I was getting tired of them 　　. I started to lift my head slightly, stealing glances at her. 　　 I carefully raised my head only a little, and saw her small feet, her delicate white ankles 　　swaying with her tiny steps, the small, round bones with a faint rosy hue. The instep peeking out from the top of her small brocade 　　shoes came into view after I quickened my pace. The pink embroidered shoes made her 　　small instep stand out, and the semi-circular flesh color reminded me of rows of tender white breasts… 　　 “Ouch!” “What are you doing? Are your eyes on the ground?” Her somewhat annoyed question made me afraid 　　to answer. 　　 “You little brat! I’ll let you off the hook for now!” Her not punishing me made me feel a sense of emptiness in my chest. Although I 　　didn’t pay attention to the word “for now,” I really breathed a deep sigh of relief at that moment, to the point that I felt 　　a strange emptiness. Perhaps this was the deep-rooted servility! 　　 Her changing emotions made me feel a strange fear of her. Although it gradually faded later, this fear 　　really lingered for a long time. 　　 “Come in! Slow down!” I always felt at a loss when she spoke, as if whatever 　　I did was wrong. It wasn't until much later that I understood... 　　 "Master, the baby has been brought! Look 　　how fair and tender she is!" The little girl in brocade shoes' voice instantly became childlike and delicate. 　　 I simply stood with my head down beside the wooden steps leading into the room, listening to the sounds from behind the mahogany ink-painted screen. It seemed 　　there were several people moving around inside. 　　 "Come in!" A somewhat languid female voice came from behind the screen. 　　 I lowered my head even further, gently walking around the screen. Watching my toes reach the back of the screen, I 　　dared not go any further, simply waiting quietly for my master. After 　　 standing there for a moment, I only heard the occasional clinking of jade, then no more voices. I kept my head down, but the prolonged 　　bowing made my neck a little sore. After a long while, even the sound of jade disappeared. I slightly raised my head, 　　intending only to improve my blood circulation, but I saw a pair of tiny feet. Those bare feet, as white as jade, were flat on the tiger-skin carpet 　　. The vibrant, mottled tiger stripes made those tiny feet appear exceptionally light and delicate, like the 　　young lotus I had once seen by the pond at the Milk-Soaking Pavilion. 　　 Later, when I became more aware of things, I understood that my master's tiny feet were commonly known as "three-inch golden lotuses." More specifically, my master 　　's lotus petals were even more exquisite. Any naturally small feet that were not bound were called "heavenly feet," not those that were bound and twisted.

"Second Sister, hurry up and go out! Third Sister is lost in thought! You're still pondering?" A voice was somewhat 　　...
"alluring." Although I was young then, that was definitely the word, that was the feeling.
The only feeling that woman's voice gave was "alluring."
A flirtatious word broke the silence, opened the floodgates, and made me lower my head again, just obediently
looking at the tips of my little straw sandals.
"Crispy Lotus, help Second Sister take a look and give her some advice!" The flirtatious voice rose again.
"Reporting to Fourth Master, Second Master is a woman of exceptional talent, and her intelligence is beyond Crispy Lotus's reach. Crispy Lotus dares not presume to comment,"
the crisp female voice leading the way was just a servant like me; I had always thought she was the master. However, the name Crispy Lotus
suited her quite well, with her crisp voice and little lotus feet.
"Thank you, Second Sister, I'll take this one! You're just a fool; no matter how long you ponder, you're doomed. You'd
better hurry!" That alluring voice always had a captivating quality, and as I grew older, this feeling
intensified. Perhaps it was my submissiveness, or my constant bowing of my head, or perhaps my deep-seated nature, but I always
hid these feelings well until that incident, when they were finally revealed.
"Sister Wanfen, fate is predetermined, but there's no need to worry about anything," that languid female voice seemed to be offering some guidance.
I couldn't quite understand it, but I could sense a subtle authority in her words.
"Thank you for your advice, Sister Xie. I'll go all out this time, Sister Xiang, I've won with your bamboo suit!..."
"No more! No more! I thought this baby doll was mine this time, but since Second Sister wants it so much, I
'll give it to you. I'll wait for the next one. Even though you let me have it, Sister, what can I fight for?" Even though she was being a little spoiled
, her voice was still incredibly alluring.
"Alright! Little Sister, Wanfen never wanted it before. You've been so understanding, so let her have it this time. She can come again next time. Besides
, you were the one who played the tiles, you were the one who gave her the win. You played bamboo suit all the time, weren't you doing it on
purpose? You little rascal." The eldest sister's lazy voice had a hint of a smile, but her authority seemed to have diminished
somewhat.
"That's it for this game. The first prize goes to Wanfen. Let's meet again next time. Wanfen
, you can make your own arrangements. The sisters are heading home now. Let Cuilian see them off." The eldest sister's lazy voice suddenly
sounded very tired as she walked past me with the younger sister. I unexpectedly saw a boot pass by
; it was a pair of gold-threaded martial arts boots, and there seemed to be something on them, but they were walking too fast for me to see clearly.
"Cuilian! Go and see them off! I'll stay quiet too." After the mistress, called Wanfen, finished speaking, everything returned to silence.
My head seemed to have drooped to the point of numbness, but the mistress didn't move at all. I tried to lift my eyes;
the "natural feet" on those tiger-skin boots were now just lifeless fur.
I tilted my head slightly and saw only a carved wooden table leg. I tilted it further and saw the intricate
openwork wood grain extending to the tabletop. I tilted my head again… and was instantly frozen in shock, unable to 　　move
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