I was airing out my belongings at home when a messenger suddenly arrived from the Capital, bearing news that the General’s Wife was gravely ill.
On her deathbed, she wished to see her best friend one last time.
By the time I rushed there, I found my dear friend lying on her sickbed, her life hanging by a thread.
Her husband hadn’t visited her even once.
Instead, only his favored concubine came every day to gloat:
“Sister is truly pitiable. You’ve feigned illness so many times that now retribution has finally caught up with you.”
My friend gripped my hand, her voice dry and raspy.
“Ah Fu, I’m dying.”
“I’ve left some things for you. You must…”
“I don’t want them.”
I interrupted her, casually picking up a gold hairpin and plunging it into the concubine’s throat.
“I’m here to settle your scores.”
