I was born in winter. My nanny told me that the day I was born was the coldest day of the year. There was heavy snow falling from the sky and the entire mansion was covered with snow.
My aunt almost had a difficult labor when she gave birth to me.
Fortunately, my mother had always prepared some labor-inducing drugs, and she quickly gave them to my aunt.
When my aunt was pregnant with me, everyone in the mansion said that it would be a boy because her appearance and diet indicated that she was pregnant with a boy.
My aunt always smiled and said, "How could it be a son? I dreamed it was a daughter."
"Dreaming is the opposite."
My aunt loves to hear this.
She always said the above words when her father was around, and then waited for him to say the following sentence.
She asked a doctor to take her pulse privately, and the doctor told her that this baby would definitely be a son.
When it came time for the birth, my father was not at home and my aunt had difficulty in delivery, which made my mother very anxious.
Three midwives were called and three doctors were called, and they all surrounded the aunt.
The reason why my mother was so kind to my aunt was mainly because there were only a few people in our family at that time.
There are already several people in the first and third rooms.
If there is any danger that my aunt will have a difficult delivery, my grandparents will be afraid that they will have to send more people into his room.
This was told to me by my aunt, who refused to acknowledge how good my mother was to her.
Because she felt that there was no woman without selfish motives.
I don't know how the outside world views my aunt, as some of their views are always untrue. However, the aunt I know is a very contradictory person.
Sometimes he is cowardly, sometimes he is competitive, sometimes he blames others, sometimes he is hysterical, but more often he is vicious.
At least, this character was formed after I was born.
My wet nurse told me that my aunt fainted after giving birth to me. Later, when the midwife told my aunt that it was a girl, she almost collapsed and couldn't accept it. She burst into tears after giving birth.
My mother tried to comfort her for a long time, but she refused to look at me. She kept saying that her mother had replaced her son. Everyone said she was pregnant with a son, but how come she gave birth to a daughter? She didn't believe it.
Later, her father came back and slapped her. Only then did she come to her senses. She cried and apologized to her mother in deep regret.
My mother is a kind-hearted person. She was sulking for a few days and then let the matter go.
Since I was a child, I have never seen my aunt smile, at least, she has never smiled at me.
Besides the fact that I was a daughter, I was also born with difficulty and could no longer have children.
I admit that my mother did not treat me badly, but before I was thirteen years old, I hated her because my aunt always told me that my mother wanted to get rid of both of us.
My aunt kept making trouble and finally made my father tired of her, so my mother and I moved to the side garden, which was a long distance away from the main house.
After my aunt felt disheartened for a while, she learned that a Miao master had come to the capital, so she spent her savings to hire the Miao master to teach me the art of witchcraft.
Those were the darkest years of my life.
I was forced to deal with poisonous creatures every day, such as poisonous scorpions, poisonous snakes, and poisonous centipedes. I had to catch them with my bare hands. After being bitten, the master would help me detoxify. During that period, my face was blue for a long time.
I remember the first time I caught a poisonous snake, I was very scared and cried and begged my aunt not to let me learn it. I could learn embroidery and poetry. Even if I married someone as a concubine in the future, I didn’t want to be a weird person covered in poison.
My aunt beat me half to death. I would dream of this scene for many years afterwards. My aunt took a bench and smashed it on my back. Then she dragged me to the water tank by my hair and pressed my head down. Water poured into my nose, ears and mouth. I couldn't breathe and struggled hard.
My aunt didn't kill me after all. She pulled me out of the water tank, threw me on the ground, slapped me twice, and said viciously: "You should study hard, and after you learn well, kill that bitch."
She used up all her strength to deliver those two slaps, and I still can't hear them clearly with my left ear.
I raised my head tremblingly and saw her ferocious face. I was very scared. I felt that my aunt was more terrifying than a poisonous snake.
That year, I was eight years old.
I began to learn the art of witchcraft from my master in earnest. My master was a particularly vicious person. If I didn't take it seriously, she would slap me like my mother.
Who would have thought that when I was only eight years old, I would be slapped, starved, and kicked in the chest every day.
I have suffered hardships that others cannot imagine. I want to stand up for my aunt and kill that bitch.
That bitch is the mother.
I hated my mother so much at that time, because if she hadn't wanted to kill her, I wouldn't have to suffer so much and I could have lived a dull but happy life like my other brothers and sisters.
My wet nurse was the only person who cared about me, but I lost her when I was nine years old.
It was two days before my aunt’s birthday. My wet nurse told me to make some small gifts to please my aunt. My aunt would be in a good mood when she saw that I was sensible, and would beat and scold me less.
So, I sneaked out that day, took the one penny of silver that my nurse gave me, and bought a hairpin with flowers.
When I came back in the evening, I saw my aunt and master sitting in the house with gloomy faces, and I knew something was wrong. I sneaked out and forgot to feed the poisonous insects in the afternoon.
I walked in with trembling legs, my mind full of the scene of my master and aunt beating me, and tears began to fall.
I knelt down, tremblingly handed the hairpin to her, raised my head, suppressed the fear in my heart, and tried to force a pale smile, "Aunt, this is for you, congratulations..."
I saw my aunt's hand raised. I didn't dare to hide and closed my eyes, but no slap came.
I opened my eyes and saw my aunt took the hairpin flower and placed it on the palm of her hand. After looking at her for a while, I saw that her face had calmed down a little and she was not so scared anymore.
Then, I heard her say, "Your master told me that you didn't feed the Gu worms today. Go out with your master to receive your punishment."
I collapsed to the ground.
I'm not afraid of being slapped or kicked in the stomach. I'm used to it.
But I am afraid of being punished.
I looked at the master in despair. She smiled grimly, grabbed my arm and pulled me out. It was still the big water tank, with a lotus plant in it and green moss floating on the water.
I was pushed hard into the water tank and the air was squeezed out of my lungs in an instant. Just when I thought I was about to die, I was pulled up again.
This happened several times and I passed out.
I was awakened by a whip. I looked at my aunt through my blurry tears. She was holding a whip in her hand and whipping me hard.
The nurse rushed over and begged her, crying, "Auntie, please spare my life. If you hit me again, the girl will die."
I'm not dead, my wet nurse is.
The master told my aunt that it was my wet nurse who instigated me not to work hard on my Gu training.
When I woke up that morning, I saw the wet nurse's body lying in the water tank.
My aunt told me coldly that if I didn’t work hard to practice Gu, I would become like my wet nurse.
(End of this chapter)