Early the next morning, before I had time to enjoy the rare warmth that he gave me, I was awakened by the noise outside.
“Not good… Where are you!”
"Aaaaa! Blood! Too much blood, what to do now?"
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Go and call the doctor here! Invite all the great doctors in the city to come here quickly! Butler…"
“…”
Ding Huong fell, she fell when she came to my room
She went to find him, unfortunately slipped on the slippery snow, her stomach was hit hard on the steps.
It seemed that everyone in the Ngo family was flocking to that direction, everyone surrounded Dinh Huong, one hand at a time, carefully lifting her up.
Dinh Huong was crying bitterly, beneath her feet, a large pool of blood was spreading, drops of bright red blood gradually penetrated into the white snow, the scene made everyone who witnessed it tremble and worry.
Until now, I have never known that the red color, when mixed with white snow, is so terrifyingly red.
He also rushed to the place where Dinh Huong fell, the man who was still passionate about me last night is now holding Dinh Huong's head in pain, his delicate eyebrows are intertwined a real line scary. His lips were also trembling with worry.
At that time, Dinh Huong discovered my presence, she looked at me with hatred. Those eyes seemed to be tightening around my neck, I involuntarily pulled my neck back, afraid that those eyes would kill me.
Those eyes kept haunting in my mind, even though Dinh Huong was taken away, only a pool of red blood remained on the snow; even though that blood-stained snow had been cleared away, the ground was clean again as if nothing had happened; even later, when I was away from the Ngo family… Dinh Huong's eyes on the morning she lost her baby still appeared very clearly every time I closed my eyes. It is a spirit that will forever haunt my mind.
The child in Dinh Huong's belly has already passed away, I can only blame myself for causing the silkworm to be incubated in the Ngo family, before it turned into a butterfly, and disappeared.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, directly or indirectly, I am the killer.
I don't know where the Taoist went, but his words did indeed come true - I am the quintessential son of Dinh Huong's womb.
I knelt low in the middle of the room. No one said a word, the room suddenly became eerily silent, not even daring to breathe.
The father-in-law and the mother-in-law sat on the chair, the father-in-law's eyebrows were furrowed, his expression was very serious. The mother-in-law still kept a stiff face as usual, no one could guess what she was thinking, her right hand was still counting the rosaries.
My husband is sitting next to Dinh Huong, not bothering to look at me. Dinh Huong wears a velvet jacket that is spotted like a leopard, half sitting, half leaning on his lap, only her face is a little worn, her eyes are still red, sometimes she moves the corners of her lips, throwing a bullet at me. hateful look. After a while, that gaze turned to look in an unknown direction.
I knelt there, not daring to make a single sound, not even moving my limbs, silently waiting for the judgment of fate.
The father-in-law cleared his throat, breaking the silence.
The mother-in-law understood, following her husband's words, she raised her right arm, the rosary emitted cries to the rhythm of the hand "In the end, what is this?".
No one can confirm that her statement just now is questioning God, asking Buddha's advice or asking helplessly; was questioning those present or questioning the one trembling on the floor that was me.
As a result, no one dared to answer. Dinh Huong is really a very trendy person, she suddenly raised her handkerchief to cover her mouth and cried softly. My husband patted her shoulder comfortingly.
"Ding Huong, don't cry anymore. Tell me boldly, I will defend you! Bodhisattvas will protect you! Whoever killed the flesh and blood of the Wu family, I will make the person who owes blood pay with blood!" – My mother-in-law said to Dinh Huong, but her cold eyes kept staring at my face. I felt a chill, and shrank slightly.
"Yes. Last night, Tuong Cong did not return to his room. Early this morning, listening to the people below, Tuong Cong spent the night in Sa Sa's room.
So Dinh Huong sent a servant to prepare ginseng chicken stew for Tuong Cong nourish. Dinh Huong was going to personally invite him to have chicken soup, but who knew I slipped and fell in front of Sa Sa's room! Tuong Cong is the only king of the Ngo family, when he found out that he was pregnant, Dinh Huong of course also knew its importance.
But yesterday for some reason… someone seemed to be cursing Ding Huong! But I has questioned my heart, has never offended anyone before, the unborn child in Dinh Huong's womb is even more unable to offend anyone... Alas, how pitiful for the unborn child.
My son! why are you so short-lived…” She kept talking, glancing at me from time to time. When she finished speaking, she appeared to be in extreme pain, holding her face crying. He patted her back, leaned close to her ear and whispered comforting. Dinh Huong sobbed for a few more hours and then obediently obeyed.
The crying made the atmosphere in the room become heavier, the people present in the room at that time were tinged with a sympathetic mood, the eyes of the mother-in-law, who had been vegetarian and recited Buddha's name for a long time, were also red. The group of people standing around also used handkerchiefs to wipe their tears. All wanted to offer a candle to commemorate the long-awaited life of the Ngo family.
I fell to my knees, cold and scared, shivering slightly. I think everyone's eyes are definitely on me. The young master of the Ngo family was killed before he was born, and the mother who lost her child must be in a lot of pain. The sprout of life that had just sprouted in just one night had disappeared, there must be someone to blame
The novel is an autobiographical story about the life of a talented girl in the Northern Trinh period named Sa Sa. Born into a religious family with the status of a young lady with golden branches and pearl leaves, she was carefully taught, full of talent, but it was these rituals that pushed Sa Sa's life to a point of extremes. The life of that girl will bring a lot of thoughts to readers about the fragility of human lives, especially the fate of the feudal woman.
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