Wei An still remembers how her mother died. When Yuzhang City was broken, she first pushed her younger brother and sister-in-law off the city wall, and then jumped down from the wall herself.
It was trampled into mud by thousands of troops.
It hurts, right? It must hurt, right
Misty water slowly filled her eyes, and tears dripped out of her eyes.
"Why are you crying again?" A delicate little girl of about four or five years old climbed onto her bed and wiped her tears with her soft and tender hands, sighing in a condescending manner: "Don't cry, your tears are almost as much as the water of the Ganges."
Wei An's red eyes turned even redder, his pale and bloodless lips trembled, and he looked at the child in front of him with a confused look on his face.
There didn't seem to be any girls of this age in the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion. Even if there were, they shouldn't be in her room. She swallowed the sob in her throat and looked at the little girl in front of her eagerly: "Who are you?"
When she sees the child, she thinks of her own child. That child is her flesh and blood, a piece of flesh that fell from her body. She has nothing but her child.
As soon as she thought of this, she quickly leaned over and called out to Matron Li, the matron in charge of her courtyard. She should be here at this time.
But she still didn't get a response. She thought of the absurd dream she had before and felt a little scared. She didn't care that the child didn't answer her question and she stood up with difficulty and tried to get out of bed.
"Don't go!" The little girl pulled her clothes and looked up at her, her eyes full of fear and pity.
The little girl's eyes were surprisingly bright, as if all the stars in the sky had fallen into her eyes. Wei An was stunned, bent down and touched the little girl's face, and softened his voice: "No, I want to go see my child..."
But before she could take a step, the little girl ran over and blocked her way: "Don't go, I won't look pretty when I die, it will scare you."
Wei An's steps froze as a very familiar yet ethereal image flashed through his mind - a baby with a purple body, eyes closed and lips soaked in a bathtub, without any sign of life.
She was horrified and felt goosebumps all over her body. She took two steps back and hugged her head in fear.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.” The little girl came over and hugged her waist: “I’m pretty now, don’t be afraid...” Her voice was tinged with tears: “Mom, hug me, you’ve never hugged me...”
All the hairs on Wei An's body stood up, he finally remembered.
There was no child at all. Her child had already died, having been drowned in the bathtub just after birth.
The little girl buried her face in her waist and hugged her tightly: "Mom, don't marry Dad in the next life, he is a bad man... He threw me into the water..." Her voice was shaking: "I am so cold, it hurts so much..."
Wei Anquan remembered.
This was the ninth year that she had been married to Peng Caichen. She was weak and frail after giving birth, and had suffered severe loss of blood. She had not seen her child for more than two days after giving birth. She was so anxious that she could not lie down, so she covered her head and stumbled to the side hospital to see the child.
But she didn't see the child. She only saw Peng Caichen and Peng Lingwei through the crack in the window. The brother and sister were standing with their backs to the window, facing the bathtub. Her expressions could not be seen clearly, but the tone of their voices was icy cold.
"It's better not to live. If she lives, what will happen to the princess's child?" Peng Lingwei said, "The princess said that her daughter can be the eldest daughter. Before she was born, the emperor gave her the title of county lady..."
The bathtub was full of water. The baby's eyes were closed and his lips were purple, which was too horrifying. Wei An was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.
"Being soft-hearted won't accomplish anything great." Peng Lingwei sighed and grabbed Peng Caichen's outstretched hand. "You've done so many things before. Wei Jie died, Madam Wei died, and the blood of her family on your hands could flow into a river. Why are you acting like this now? If you kill this one and then kill her, are you afraid that no one will give birth to you again?"
Wei An's eyes wandered, and he seemed to hear Peng Lingwei still chattering: "What's more, her brother who escaped the net has taken the lead in raising the banner of rebellion, saying that he wants to restore the reputation of the fourth branch of the Wei family and avenge the Wei family. I'm afraid the emperor will be so angry that he will vomit blood... ... Don't be confused..."
Her clothes were pulled and she staggered. She looked down at the little girl who looked up. She heard her say, "Mom, don't be afraid. Grandpa and grandma took good care of me. I don't feel any pain at all. And my uncles are here to play with me... Mom, I'll take you with me..."
Wei An started and finally woke up from his dream.
There were no more pink curtains and sandalwood triangular incense burners with carved animals in the room. All that could be seen was a tattered eight-immortals table, which looked so empty that it made people feel uneasy.
She remembered that this was the thirteenth year since she married Peng Caichen. She did not die, but wanted to watch how Peng Caichen died.
He had the blood of her family on his hands.
She reported her father's rebellion, so that Wei Yangqing, who was clearly fighting desperately against the King of Linjiang, was labeled a traitor.
Wei Jie, who fought desperately to kill the enemy, died in the Ganges River. He was killed by an explosion, and his body was covered in blood and not incomplete.
All the memorials submitted to the emperor for defense fell on deaf ears. Wei Yangqing defended Yuzhang City against the siege by Prince Linjiang, but died at the hands of the court he had devoted himself to protecting.
When Prince Linjiang's troops were at the gates of the city, Wei Yangqing personally went into battle and died on Poyang Lake.
Her mother led her younger brother and sister and jumped off the city wall.
She was the only one who lived in Peng Caichen's lies from beginning to end. She was so foolish that she survived with a clear conscience, watching Peng Caichen climb the ladder of success step by step, becoming a royal consort, and then a lieutenant general of the royal consort, a real position.
Then she became a concubine, and then a mistress.
She survived by gritting her teeth, immersed in one nightmare after another every day, living in a daze, yet cruelly sober.
But it will be soon, she started counting the days. She wanted everyone in this princess mansion to be buried with the Wei family, and with her relatives.
Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, after Mid-Autumn Festival is New Year... ...
The letters she wrote with Peng Caichen's seal should have reached her brother-in-law. If he deliberately revealed these letters, the suspicious Emperor Chenghua would never allow the Peng family to live.
She waited to see how they died.
In a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of ghosts howling coming from the front yard. It seemed that her house had been filled with such panicked cries, desperate and mournful, since her brother's death.
Now, it is finally the Peng family's turn.
She smiled, slowly closed her eyes, and saw the little girl waving at her again.
"Mother, come quickly."