Chapter 133 A Gift from Mother: A Product of Love and Selfishness
She was an ordinary aristocratic woman, and precisely because she was so ordinary, she knew she was powerless to resist.
What are you rebelling against?
The injustice she sees?
They had to bend down little by little?
The mother went crazy because she lost the father's love?
still……
The great nobleman who was almost at the top of Iskanar asked her to marry a strange man and become his secret mistress.
She had always known they had peculiar quirks, as her father occasionally brought home a few children.
She couldn't reach out to those children.
She was unable to stop her father from agreeing to the noble's terms.
She couldn't stop her mother, who had a ferocious look on her face and hoped that her obedience would make her father look at her more.
She couldn't escape.
She could only accept it.
The wedding was hastily held, casual and simple.
During the day, she was the wife of a viscount, and at night, she was the mistress of a prince.
The man seemed to really love her.
He would lower his head to cheer her up, give her beautiful treasures, and send her different flowers every time they met. He would show her his best side, never lose his temper with her, and would worry about her when she was sick...
But, so what?
She had already learned how to live better in her previous home.
She would be indifferent to the prince, smile at the right time, blush at the right moment, and deliberately let him see surprises that she seemed to not want him to see...
She seemed to be moved by him little by little, and she seemed to be falling in love with him little by little.
Things suddenly changed after a month.
She discovered that she was pregnant with the prince's child.
She was noticed by the king during the parade ceremony and became his parade "bride".
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What can she do?
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What can she say?
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Can she curse like a shrew?
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She shut her mouth.
The king's love is like disgusting pus. Even if you wipe it off, you still can't forget the sticky and yellow feeling.
Fortunately, she quickly made the king dislike her.
She knew that the prince would come to the palace to find her.
She will wait.
When he arrived, a kind doctor was talking to her about pregnancy precautions.
The prince heard it.
How would he react?
He asked her to abort the child and he would take her out of the palace.
He could see how bad her health was. Even if she aborted the child, her body might not recover and she might even be ill for the rest of her life.
That day, she looked at him for a long time.
She knew this man, should she accept his proposal or tell him that this was her child and everyone would be happy afterwards?
She touched the life that was now connected to her pulse.
She suddenly didn't want to do this anymore. She didn't want to make any of the choices that seemed to make it easier to survive.
So, she rejected him.
So, she decided to take advantage of him.
It was a path she couldn't resist, what if her child took the same path?
She doesn't have the courage to move forward. What if her child is braver than her?
She stroked her belly, it was amazing that she could actually give birth to life.
Mom is incompetent and may not be able to accompany you to grow up, but Mom will give you a gift.
After all, how can one make it on such a path? How can one continue on without help?
The power of one person is weak.
She stroked her beloved child gently, again and again.
I hope you will be a girl.
I hope you can follow the path I envision.
I hope you have companions.
I hope you can put an end to the injustice that has happened to everyone.
I hope you can grow up well, live well and live well.
I know that as a child without a mother, if it is a girl, especially a girl, she will suffer a lot. Mom apologizes to you.
I'm sorry, child. It was my own decision to bring you into this dark world.
Please forgive my selfishness.
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She was very smart and she understood the prince, so she knew that this cowardly man would come to her one day, after she gave birth to the child and after she died.
She needed to find someone trustworthy to give her suicide note to.
She asked for help from a female slave who often helped her. She was very smart and tactful, and she would definitely live for a long time, at least until the day when the prince remembered her again and came to find her.
She knew that the prince still loved her and that this man must still feel guilty about herself, so she knew what to do to maximize the effect of this letter.
“I know you will come, maybe a month after I die, maybe a year, maybe ten years.
I named my daughter Yolanda.
That’s your child, by the way.”
How can you not leave your children some last words from their mother?
She thought about it over and over again, wrote and crossed out again and again, and finally, only two sentences were left.
"Suo Hai is your father."
"Live on." No matter what, you must live on. If you really can't bear it, don't be afraid. Mom will come to pick you up and you won't be alone.
Next, how can I get my daughter to embark on the path of rebellion? No one can predict what the future will hold.
But if her daughter was smart and brave enough, she believed, it would be easy for Yolanda to take this path.
Everything is ready, only the last step is left.
The haggard-faced woman greeted her own death with a smile, as well as the vigorous life that broke free from between her legs.
She seemed to see a stone falling into a deep pool. Apart from a few tiny ripples, there was no sound at all.
Whether she loves her daughter or not, there is no doubt that she certainly loves her. She knows that what she is doing is not fair to her daughter, and her daughter seems to have become her pawn.
But something has to be done. The unbearable order has lasted too long. It is already rotting. All it takes is a tiny spark.
If her daughter took this path, if her daughter was smart enough, she would think of taking advantage of her prince father.
This was the last gift she left for her daughter.
Hope she likes it.
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