Jiang Nanshu hadn’t noticed it much before, because it was she who liked to act crazy.
Now, her mood instantly calmed down; Zhou Yanbai seemed like a madman.
It was truly terrifying.
“Uncle Qi, don’t you think something’s wrong with him? He’s like he’s on drugs.”
Uncle Qi sighed heavily upon hearing this: “The Second Young Master’s worldview is somewhat distorted, which may be related to the environment he grew up in. It wasn’t until I saw him today that I realized that the lively and cheerful Second Young Master of the past is dead. Now, his heart is filled with hatred.”
Jiang Nanshu was silent for a moment before slowly saying, “Do you know the cause of Xu Xu’s death? He was framed and killed by Zhou Yanbai. Can Zhou Yanbai, filled with hatred, plot to kill his own brother? Zhou Yanxu was too innocent to be treated like this… He could have lived much longer.”
If Zhou Yanxu hadn’t died, none of this would have happened.
She wouldn’t have been able to travel through time and meet so many people, experience so many things.
She would have revolved around Zhou Yanxu, focusing solely on his joys and sorrows, learning only skills that could help him.
If things had been better, she would probably have married Zhou Yanxu by now.
When she turned twenty…
Uncle Qi merely glanced at Jiang Nanshu with sorrow.
At that moment, Jiang Nanshu’s heart sank to the bottom.
She suddenly understood something.
Her throat tightened, her eyes filled with disbelief: “So, so you knew from the beginning… Uncle Qi?”
Uncle Qi lowered his head, his expression somewhat helpless: “I’m sorry, Miss, I knew everything from beginning to end, but I couldn’t expose his crimes because he was the Eldest Young Master’s younger brother… He even instructed us to take good care of his younger brother before he died.”
Jiang Nanshu’s heart grew colder and colder.
She thought betrayal would never happen to her again, but when it actually did, the pain was excruciating.
“Do you know how I spent those three years after Zhou Yanxu’s death? I spent them under his oppression, toyed with, and tortured. I couldn’t even read properly. Every day, I had to satisfy his disgusting and perverse tastes. I was Zhou Yanxu’s designated heir, yet I wasn’t acknowledged. I treated you like family. I didn’t want you to be in danger, I didn’t want you to become a thorn in Zhou Yanbai’s side. I even prevented you from knowing the cause of Zhou Yanxu’s death. I was afraid you would be heartbroken, afraid that I would be all alone again. But now you’re telling me that you knew everything from beginning to end. You saw me struggling to survive under his control; you saw me struggling. It’s not that you couldn’t help me, it’s that you didn’t want to help me, right?”
With each word Jiang Nanshu spoke, she felt a drain of strength being drained from her.
She thought that Uncle Qi would be a close family member in this world, even though they were not related by blood.
But she forgot.
Uncle Qi was the Zhou family’s butler.
Uncle Qi was also in pain; he suddenly didn’t want to hide it anymore.
His back seemed even older as he sighed deeply, “The Second Young Master suffered a traumatic experience as a child; his mental state is unstable. He was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when he was ten. It was the Eldest Young Master who stayed by his side and helped him recover. Only by being with the Eldest Young Master could he avoid having an episode. And you are someone the Eldest Young Master cherishes… When he took you away, I thought that as long as he vented his anger, it would be fine… I never expected that one wrong step would lead to another. Miss, it’s my fault.”
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Old Lu’s return is just a few chapters away.
Translator: What a disgusting excuse! You old man, what a traitor!
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152