Who knew that Young Master Wu had seen through her ill intentions? During the struggle, in a fit of rage and shame, she killed him!
She spoke with tears streaming down her face, and in her sobbing, Gan Tao appeared to be an utterly wicked sinner.
Even though the people listening outside already knew what had happened from the rumors of the past few days, and many of them had even heard the first court hearing, they were still so angry that they cursed and swore when they heard Gan Tao Niang's heartfelt account again.
Of course, the person being scolded was Gan Tao.
Magistrate Lu slammed the gavel several times before he could finally quiet down.
He turned to look at Gan Tao and asked in a stern voice, "Gan Tao, do you have anything to say?"
Gan Tao gave a sorrowful laugh but didn't speak. She turned to look at her mother and stared at her for a long time before silently kowtowing to Gan Tao's mother.
This action silenced the surroundings, only to be followed by an even greater commotion.
"What does she mean by this? Is she confessing?"
"She must have had a change of heart when she was about to die, which is why she kowtowed to her mother."
Gan Tao Niang herself looked at her daughter, who kowtowed three times respectfully, and felt guilty, so she dared not look her in the eye.
She turned her head away, her voice sharp but her tone weak, and said, "It's no use kowtowing now. Someone has already died, and I can't protect you anymore!"
Gan Tao kowtowed three times, kneeling properly on the ground. Upon hearing this, she gave a wan smile.
“Mother, the three kowtows I just gave you are an explanation for the bond between us. I know you want me dead, and I know why, but I have lived for you for so long, and now, I want to live for myself.”
"What...what do you mean?" Gan Tao Niang suddenly turned her head. Looking at her daughter's resolute eyes, she suddenly felt a little flustered.
Gan Tao's gaze slowly shifted and settled on Gan Tao's mother's legs, where the small quilt covering her legs was embroidered stitch by stitch by Gan Tao herself.
She looked at the small blanket, a mocking smile playing on her lips:
"Mom, over the years, I have not only worked hard to support you and my brother, but also saved money for your medical treatment."
To treat your leg, I washed clothes in the winter until my hands cracked from the cold, and did needlework in the summer while sweating profusely. Every month, I scrimped and saved, trying every possible way to scrape together half an ounce of silver to buy you medicine. But your leg wasn't sick at all!
Her voice trembled, filled with suppressed anger: "No wonder there's always a smell of medicine under the tree in the yard! Mother, when you threw away the medicine, did you ever think about how it was all my hard-earned money! You just wanted to lie to me, just wanted to lie to me..."
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