"When she was sick as a child, I took care of her for two days and two nights without taking off my clothes... But in the end, all I got was a sentence - I am a crazy shrew and my life is worthless. Feixue... She is my daughter who I carried for ten months! How could she treat me like that!"
Nalan Feixue narrowed his eyes coldly, and the cold and ruthless words that Nalan Yurong said when she returned home that day seemed to reappear in front of him.
Nalan Yurong... Humph! Nalan Yurong! You are even more heartless and ruthless than a demon like me!
Mrs. Nalan cried and clutched her chest. Suddenly, her whole body twitched and a lot of blood began to flow from the corners of her mouth.
"Mother! How are you?" Nalan Feixue quickly supported Madam Nalan and shouted nervously, "I'll go find a doctor for you! Mother, hold on!"
“No need… cough cough…” Madam Nalan coughed up blood while tightly grabbing Nalan Feixue’s sleeve and spoke with difficulty, “These past few days, I have been holding on to my last breath, wanting to see you, wanting to confirm that my Feixue is still alive and well. Now… cough cough, now that I see that you don’t have to suffer anymore, I am already very happy!”
“Mother…” Nalan Feixue’s eyes turned red and he hugged Madam Nalan tightly.
Only at this moment did she realize how thin her mother was. She was just skin and bones.
"Mom, please don't die." Tears rolled down her eyes, "Mom, you are the only relative I have left, please don't leave me!"
Madam Nalan shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Feixue, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer... Nalan Hexi, you... you don't have to seek revenge on her anymore. She... she's really powerful. The entire Nalan Mansion is vulnerable in front of her. I don't want you to be in danger again... ahem... and, in the end, she... she let me go and gave me the antidote. Feixue, you promise me that you won't seek revenge on Nalan Hexi anymore. When will this cycle of revenge end..."
Nalan Feixue wiped the corners of her eyes and choked up, "Okay, mother, I promise you. Since Nalan Hexi saved mother in the end, what if I let her go!"
Madam Nalan showed a relieved smile on her face. She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her daughter's face, and murmured, "Feixue, you must live well... Don't fall into the evil way... Don't seek revenge... Mother hopes that you will be happy... and be a good person in the next life... Mother also hopes that in the next life, I can be a... good... person..."
Before he could finish his words, the hand that had just touched Nalan Feixue's face dropped down weakly.
His eyes were gently closed, with a hopeful and peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked as if he was asleep.
Nalan Feixue hugged Madam Nalan's gradually cooling body tightly, slowly closed her eyes, and a tear slid down from the corner of her eye.
Two days later, Nalan Feixue buried Madam Nalan, and then knelt in front of Madam Nalan's grave with a correct posture.
Next to her was a long, black wooden barrel, and above the barrel was Zhu Yuanzhang's face, filled with despair, pain and pleading.
He opened his mouth wide and kept trying to make "ah" sounds, but his tongue and throat had been destroyed.
His fat body, with his hands and feet cut off and some flesh scraped off, was stuffed into this black wooden barrel.
Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, he could not die even if he was injured like this, and could only endure this torture worse than death day after day. (To be continued)