Chapter 170 Blood Debt Repaid with Blood
In the delivery room, Su Nanqing slept for two hours.
She had a long dream.
In the dream, I was still in the Su Mansion, and it was the season when crape myrtles were in bloom.
The whole garden is filled with the splendor of crape myrtles, beautiful as a poem.
The aunt picked the most beautiful crape myrtle flower and pinned it in her hair, her eyes narrowed into crescents.
"My dear, the imperial court only requires the daughters of officials of the fourth rank and above to enter the imperial selection. Your father is only a county magistrate, so there is no need for you to get involved in this mess."
She shook her head and said, "Auntie, we have been walking on thin ice in this family for more than ten years. If I can be selected into the palace, you will no longer have to suffer abuse from the mistress. If my daughter is lucky enough and is favored by the emperor, you can also live a good life."
Before she could finish her words, her hands were tightly grasped by her aunt.
"How can I, your aunt, sacrifice your happiness for my own safety? The palace is a place like no other. How can one survive without some scheming and cunning? I am worried about you, and I can't bear to leave you."
"I only hope that you will marry a scholar and live closer to me, so that I can see you all the time."
The sleeping Su Nanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed to subconsciously want to control the scene of this dream.
She stroked the crape myrtle on her head and nodded heavily: "Okay! My daughter listens to my aunt!"
"My daughter will not enter the palace, and she will not marry. She will be with my aunt for the rest of her life, even if she is harshly beaten and scolded by the mistress."
Upon hearing this, the aunt smiled with relief, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.
"Don't cry, Auntie. Your daughter will be with you from now on."
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to wipe the tears for her aunt. Her fingertips were about to touch her cheek, but suddenly they disappeared like smoke, leaving no trace.
"Auntie!" Su Nanqing suddenly sat up from the couch, gasping for breath, with cold sweat on his forehead.
"Sister, you're awake." Liu Yuetang called out in surprise.
Su Nanqing turned to look at Liu Yuetang, but was stunned and speechless, as if he had lost his soul.
In a trance, she seemed to hear a baby crying outside the delivery room, but it still failed to wake her from the afterglow of the dream.
"Sister, you just gave birth..."
"Where is my aunt?" She interrupted Liu Yuetang in a daze.
"I want to see my aunt!"
As she spoke, she stood up suddenly, but her lower body felt as if it was being torn apart by a pain, and she fell down limply.
"Young Master..." Taxue exclaimed, and hurriedly helped her up with Liu Yuetang.
Su Nanqing stepped forward with trembling legs, her scarlet eyes filled with tears of sorrow.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe my aunt is gone!"
"She clearly promised me that she would accompany me to see the baby born."
With every step she took, the pain in her abdomen and lower body intensified, but it seemed insignificant compared to the grief in her heart.
When he saw Lan's body, Su Nanqing broke free from Liu Yuetang and Taxue's support and stumbled in front of Lan.
She gently stroked Lan's pale and cold face, tears bursting out like a dam, and she cried out loudly.
"Auntie, please get up quickly and open your eyes to look at Qingqing."
"You promised me that you would always be with me. Your daughter will not allow you to break your promise!"
Her tears fell drop by drop, soaking Lan's collar.
However, these hot tears and sad calls still failed to wake her up.
Su Nanqing fully realized that her aunt was gone.
Never coming back.
When she was in the Su family, she only had her aunt to depend on.
Her aunt is her sky and her light.
But now, her light is gone, and her world is filled with darkness.
From then on, no one would love me as much as my aunt did.
Seeing this, Liu Yuetang's eyes reddened. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and stepped forward to persuade her, "Sister, if Aunt Ruolan is still alive, she would definitely not want to see you so sad. You just gave birth to the Fourth Prince and are very weak. If anything happens to him, what will happen to him?"
Seeing Su Nanqing's grief-stricken eyes light up after hearing the Fourth Prince's words, she continued, "Don't worry, I will do my best to secure an opportunity for you to raise the Fourth Prince yourself."
The fourth prince was born with a disease. The imperial physician said that he would not be in danger of dying after he turned five. It should not be difficult to get Xiao Heng to agree to let Sister Su raise the child until he is five years old.
As for herself, she hadn't originally planned to adopt a child so soon.
She doesn't want to force anything on any mother or child. Adopting a child is the same as giving birth to a child. It all depends on fate.
Besides, the Fourth Prince was born with a disease, so it would be better for him to be raised by his biological mother.
Sure enough, Su Nanqing gradually stopped crying after hearing Liu Yuetang's words.
She turned her head and looked at Liu Yuetang with blurry vision, her voice hoarse and weak: "Sister..."
Before she finished speaking, her throat suddenly choked and she couldn't speak.
Liu Yuetang took up her handkerchief and wiped away the tears from her cheeks. Her fingertips gently combed through her tangled black hair and said softly, "I know you're very sad right now, but for the sake of the Fourth Prince, you have to cheer up."
"Talk to Aunt Lan for a while, and let her rest in peace soon."
Su Nanqing bit her lips tightly, swallowing her broken sobs in her throat, and nodded with tears in her eyes.
Liu Yuetang winked at Taxue and others, then left with the palace servants.
Su Nanqing was the only one left in the hall.
Su Nanqing picked up the cloak in front of Lan and couldn't help crying again.
If it weren't for this cloak, my aunt would not have died.
It was like this in the Su Mansion in the past. Whenever the weather changed, my aunt would put on more clothes for herself. She always said that she was not feeling well and could not catch a cold.
She always felt guilty and said that it was her fault for not taking good care of herself during pregnancy, which was why she suffered from heart palpitations.
But if she hadn't had her aunt's protection, she would have been beaten to death by the mistress long ago.
All the scars on my aunt's body were caused by protecting herself.
She has never lived for herself in her life.
Even his death was because of himself.
Su Nanqing took Lan's cold hand and placed it on his cheek, rubbing it repeatedly.
"Auntie, I hope you can be reborn into a good family in your next life, and no longer be a slave who is at the mercy of others and suffers from bullying and pain."
Her tears meandered down the back of Lan's hand. "In this life, it was Qingqing who harmed you. If there is an afterlife, I will still be your daughter, but I will protect you in exchange for your daughter."
"Mother!"
She had wanted to call her mother for a long time, but her aunt was a concubine, so she could only call her mistress mother.
She had been waiting for the day when she could openly call her aunt mother.
Unfortunately, my aunt can no longer hear or wait.
Su Nanqing let go of Lan's hand, only to realize that her hand had been clenched tightly from beginning to end.
"Mother, were you scared when you fell into the water?"
Su Nanqing gently pulled Lan's hand away, but Lan still held it tightly, as if she was protecting something.
She looked closely and found that there was something in the gap between her thumbs.
She immediately felt something was wrong, and quickly pried Lan's thumb apart, revealing a corner of her handkerchief.
She pulled out a handkerchief. Embroidered on the plain silk were two exotic flowers. Their petals were the color of rosy clouds, resembling fallen stars. Their stamens were a pale yellow, rising delicately like butterflies taking flight. Both elegant and passionate.
She had never seen that flower before! The embroidery technique wasn't her aunt's.
But she held it tightly in her hand until her death, proving that the handkerchief was very important.
Yes! Is there anything strange about my aunt's death?
And this handkerchief was left by the person who killed my aunt.
The aunt held the hand tightly in her hand to tell herself that someone had killed her, and also to let herself be careful of the person behind her.
My aunt is always thinking about how to protect herself!
Su Nanqing clutched the handkerchief tightly, and veins bulged on the back of his hand.
Only when a bright red tinge of blood was bitten out by her pearly teeth did she come back to her senses and said word by word, "Mother! I will definitely find the person who killed you and make her pay with blood!"
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