Chapter 1489: Chapter 162: The Death of the Maid_2
Xiao Huan’s eyes gradually lost their terror, replaced with grief as she looked at the deceased Tifya. She murmured, "Miss, Miss truly was so pitiful! When I was eight years old, my impoverished parents sold me to the Governor for twenty Gold Coins, sending me to the mansion to work as a maid. Back then, the Miss had just been brought back to the household by her mistress not long before. The mistress loved the Miss very much and assigned me to serve her. The Miss was truly kind and clever—she learned things so quickly. She treated me so, so well, as if I were her own younger sister. Those years were the happiest years of my life.
With time, both the Miss and I grew up. She became more beautiful with each passing day. Every time I looked at her stunning face, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of inferiority. Truthfully, within the mansion, the Miss was nominally the granddaughter of the Governor and Lady Governor, but her position was only slightly better than us servants. As she grew older, the mistress who had taken her in, the Lady Governor, had long since forgotten about her. Even some senior servants looked down on her and gossiped behind her back about her lowly origins. Yet, the Miss never paid any attention to it. We continued living happily together. The Miss once told me about you—she secretly told me that back in the City of Nino, she once had a fiancé, and that was you. Back then, almost every once in a while, the Miss would recount your story to me again and again, never tiring of it. I could see that she really cared deeply for you. That’s how we lived our peaceful days. Until, until the Young Master appeared—that’s when everything began to change."
Ah Dai’s gaze flickered with cold light as he said indifferently, "The Young Master you’re talking about—isn’t his name Tiro, the one who usually wears luxurious white clothing?"
Xiao Huan froze for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, that’s Young Master Tiro. He is the Governor’s most cherished grandson. It’s said that he is the disciple of a highly-skilled master on the continent, and his martial arts are incredibly powerful."
Ah Dai nodded slightly. "Go on, I want to hear all of Miss’s story. What happened after she met Tiro?"
Xiao Huan’s expression turned gloomy as she replied, "That was a few years ago. The Miss had already turned seventeen and was extraordinarily beautiful. Young Master Tiro could be said to have grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth—he held significant influence within the Governor’s Mansion, and everyone sought to ingratiate themselves with him, even his uncles. People like me and the Miss, who were insignificant in the mansion, naturally wouldn’t have much interaction with him. That day, the Miss and I were playing shuttlecock in the courtyard when we happened to encounter Young Master Tiro passing by. Young Master Tiro was captivated by the Miss’s beauty and came over to speak with us. I still remember how nervous I was at that moment. In my eyes, Young Master Tiro was a man of great importance. He appeared polite and gentle back then, and with his handsome appearance, he immediately drew both me and the Miss’s attention.
From then on, Young Master Tiro would often come looking for the Miss, taking her on outings and adventures. Sometimes, when he was in a good mood, he’d even bring me along. I could tell that Young Master Tiro liked the Miss. Because of their relationship, no one in the mansion dared to look down on her anymore—they all started to curry favor with her. Young Master Tiro even arranged for us to move to a new residence, which was six or seven times larger than the place we lived in before. At that time, he was deeply infatuated with the Miss. However, in the Miss’s heart, there was always someone else—someone that was you. Even while she was with Young Master Tiro, she would often mention you, which would frequently make Young Master Tiro angry. Later on, unable to resist the Miss’s repeated pleas, Young Master Tiro informed the Lady Governor and took the Miss to the City of Nino to find you. But, they received news that you had already passed away. The Miss was heartbroken and mourned for half a year. During that time, Young Master Tiro took advantage of the situation, constantly trying to win the Miss’s favor, and eventually, she accepted him.
At first, I was truly happy for the Miss. After all, Young Master Tiro was likely to inherit the Governor’s title in the future, and with him, the Miss was sure to live a life of comfort. But who would’ve thought that despite the Miss’s repeated requests to marry Young Master Tiro, he kept refusing. Later, we learned that neither the Governor, the Lady Governor, nor Young Master Tiro himself considered the Miss’s background worthy. Young Master Tiro was with her only because he was captivated by her beauty and had no intention of marrying her. Lady Governor even came to see the Miss and told her that once Young Master Tiro married a proper wife in the future, the Miss could serve as a concubine. The Miss was deeply saddened, but at that time, she was already living with Young Master Tiro, and being under their roof, she had no room to resist. It was precisely because of the Governor, the Lady Governor, and Young Master Tiro’s indulgence that the Miss’s suffering began. The only consolation during that time was that Young Master Tiro still treated the Miss well. Though she endured some grievances, they were bearable. But, but later, her fate grew increasingly tragic."
Ah Dai furrowed his brows tightly and asked in a cold voice, "What happened later? Did your Young Master Tiro change his heart?"
Xiao Huan looked at Ah Dai with a hint of surprise, the sorrow in her eyes deepening. She nodded and said, "Two years ago, the Miss and Young Master Tiro went out to handle some affairs. After they returned, Young Master Tiro began growing indifferent toward the Miss. The Miss, too, seemed to have something weighing on her mind—she no longer wore the same joyful smile as before. She often sat alone, lost in thought, and whenever I asked her what was wrong, she would cry sadly, repeatedly whispering apologies—apologies for something."
