I Swear To Lead A Quiet Life of Peace. I Wish You Well, My Beloved. (Part 2)

　　Every reason imaginable was attributed to the concubine's suicide. Some claimed she was heartbroken due to falling out of favour, and therefore suicided. Some claimed that the concubine must've accidentally slipped in, as the well had been abandoned long ago and the edges were falling apart. Some claimed that there were evil spirits in the palace and that Wudang's Priest Shenfa should be called in to the palace to conduct a ritual. Rumours continued to bounce from one person to the next, but n.o.body knew why the young concubine would give up on life when she was in her prime. Only the young eldest Princess knew the reason.

　　To lure a greedy woman to an abandoned well, all she needed to do was scatter her jewellery, forming a trail leading to the well. Setting traps to hunt prey was a concept that Jingan grasped at six years of age.

　　None of the strong women, who tormented her, were let off the hook. Some were crushed under a wall that fell; others were incinerated in the locked firewood room; some fell from the second floor while wiping windows and happened to land head first on the stone paths.

　　Jingan murdered one after the other, but never once did she feel proud of herself. Killing them was the same concept as a wild beast eating merely to satiate hunger, as not killing would mean their survival was in peril. It was an act void of personal emotion.

　　It was just that she couldn't comprehend why the concubine had to torture her, why people feared her just because she didn't cry or smile and if she was somehow wrong, for she neither wanted to smile nor cry.

　　After she was done murdering all of the culprits involved in her abuse, she continued to read books regardless of time of the day. Sadly, she couldn't find the answers to her questions in those books.

　　Princess Jingan never showed a smile, cried and remained reticent until she was ten. The Emperor thought his eldest daughter had contracted some sort of strange disease, and therefore had Imperial Doctor Dai, head of the Imperial Medical Department, move in to a place nearby hers to allow him to always be ready to take a look at her.

　　Doctor Dai had prescribed countless medicines for the Princess, who was difficult to deal with, and checked her pulse countless times to no avail until one particular time. That visit, young Jingan seemed curious about herself, so she finally asked, "Doctor Dai, what is the condition I am diagnosed with?"

　　"You have none," responded the most skilled doctor in the capital, who was busy experimenting with herbs and didn't look up when he responded. He gave the impression that he didn't think anything of the charming young girl, "You have never been ill, Your Highness."

　　"Oh?" responded ten-year old Jingan, who glanced out of the corner of her eye. She seemed to be interested somewhat, "I have never smiled, though."