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A long time ago, Tulip saw her mother beaten with a cane.
Tulip should have been in bed, but Peony was still making tofu for a man, so she slept beneath a table in the common room. It was so late that all the other flowers had already gone to sleep and all the lamps except one had been extinguished.
When Peony finally came downstairs, she walked the man out and bolted the door behind him. As soon as she turned around, Mistress Wang jumped out of the shadows and slapped her. She slapped her so hard that Peony fell down.
“I will not tolerate impudence in the House of Flowers, not even from you,” Mistress Wang said.
“You promised not to whore her out until she was twelve,” Peony cried. “That man—”
“That man was a paying customer.”
“That did not give you the right to disrespect him.”
“I only—” Peony’s protest cut off in a scream.
In the near-darkness, Mistress Wang’s cane came down across Peony’s shoulders. The old lady only carried it on rainy days, when her hip bothered her.
The cane came down again and again. Peony screamed and wept and begged for forgiveness. Tulip whimpered and hid her face, unable to watch.