Chapter 474 Where do you want to be buried?
"You decide for yourself."
Ji Mingzhu didn't have the energy to care about these things anymore.
Again, once she dies, they can do whatever they want to her.
Zhou Yunjia wanted to say something else, but his mother pulled his sleeve and he shut up silently.
Ji Mingzhu looked at Wu Yue and Zhou Yunjia who were kneeling in front of her, and raised her hand to let them stand up.
There are only a few people left in the Zhou family who are naive and don't know what's going on in the family, and she doesn't want to break that window paper.
"Mother."
When Ji Mingzhu heard Zhou Jianwu speak, she felt blocked in her heart.
"Where do you want to be buried after a hundred years?"
If everyone was still in the mood to discuss Wu Yue's words before, then after Zhou Jianwu said this, the breathing sounds in the entire bedroom became quieter.
Although everyone knew that Ji Mingzhu would not live long, Zhou Jianwu's words still shocked everyone.
Especially Nanny Wang and Chu San, who were guarding Ji Mingzhu's bed, their eyes when looking at Zhou Jianwu were not gentle.
"Second Master, do you know what you are saying?" Nanny Wang was almost suffocated by Zhou Jianwu's words.
Zhou Jianwu looked up at Nanny Wang and said, "So, Mother has made arrangements for her own funeral."
"Zhou Jianwu!" Nanny Wang's eyes turned red with anger.
He could have said these words behind Ji Mingzhu's back. What's the difference between him saying these words now and cursing Ji Mingzhu to death in person!
Ji Mingzhu looked at her son, born after ten months of pregnancy, pinched her fingertips, and asked, "You..."
She was having trouble breathing, and after a while she finally said to Zhou Jianwu, "You, what do you think?"
As she spoke, a hint of irony appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Now, you are my only son."
The eldest son died in battle, and the youngest daughter was worse off than dead.
Now Zhou Jianwu is the only one left.
Zhou Jianwu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ji Mingzhu. Then he stood up and said, "Mother is of noble status. She should not be buried with father, nor should she be buried in the Zhou family's ancestral tomb."
"Cough, cough!"
Ji Mingzhu coughed violently twice, then covered her mouth with a handkerchief.
But blood still flowed out from the handkerchief, splashing all over Ji Mingzhu's hand holding the handkerchief.
"Master!" Nanny Wang rushed to Ji Mingzhu with red eyes.
Chusan rushed forward in anger and grabbed Zhou Jianwu's neck.
For a moment, the entire bedroom was in chaos, with people shouting "Mom", "Dad", "Grandma" and so on.
Those who know this think it is a family reunion, but those who don’t think it is a meeting of enemies.
This was the chaotic scene that Ji Sheng saw when he came in.
He watched his daughter anxiously look at Ji Mingzhu lying in Nanny Wang's arms, and wanted to save Zhou Jianwu who was pinned to the ground by Chu San.
Xixi was in a dilemma and wanted to ask them to be quiet and stop, but it was obvious that Xixi was just a junior in the Zhou family and no one would take the words of a baby seriously.
When Xixi was held in her father's arms, she thought her father would be able to control the chaotic situation.
Instead, she saw her dear father holding her in his arms, sitting on a chair beside her, watching the farce in front of him leisurely, and commenting, "It's a pity your mother is not here."
"Why?"
“What a lively scene.”
Xixi: “…”
When Chu San pinched Zhou Jianwu's neck and pressed him to the ground, Wu Yue and Zhou Yunjia tried to pry his arms apart, but they couldn't move him at all.
"Third Uncle, you are going to strangle my father to death, let me go!" Zhou Yunjia suddenly hated himself for not being a strong man.
Wu Yue's eyes were red as she said, "Let him go! He's your master!"
Chusan's status in the Zhou family is very transcendent, but to put it bluntly, he is also a subordinate and a slave. How could he treat Zhou Jianwu like this!
Chu San looked at Zhou Jianwu, whose face was ashen and almost suffocated, and said, "I hope you understand that I only have one master."
Chu San looked at Zhou Jianwu who was speaking harshly to his master and said, "You better remember this: without a master, you are nothing."
"Third grade."
Ji Mingzhu called out weakly, "Come back."
Chu San let go of his hand, leaving a purple mark on Zhou Jianwu's neck.
“Cough cough cough!”
Wu Yue and Zhou Yunjia quickly held Zhou Jianwu and stepped back a few steps to prevent Chu San from having another attack.
They had never thought that the third graders would attack them.
Nanny Wang's eyes were blurred by tears. She looked at the blood Ji Mingzhu spit into her hands, and her heart ached.
"It's my fault."
Ji Mingzhu thought she would not regret it, she really thought she would not regret it.
"cold."
"Your Highness." Nanny Wang cried and covered Ji Mingzhu with a mattress. She wrapped Ji Mingzhu tightly and held her in her arms, just like holding a child.
Ji Mingzhu looked at Zhou Jianwu who had recovered and said with a wry smile: "You hate me."
"I dare not." Zhou Jianwu knelt down again, his voice hoarse, and every word he uttered sounded like he had been through a fight.
"It's not that I don't hate it."
So, he still hated her.
Perhaps because Ji Mingzhu looked too desolate at the moment, Zhou Jianwu looked up at her with tears in his eyes. Even though his voice was broken, he still asked, "Why?"
"Why are you deliberately delaying the supply of food and reinforcements? Why are you gambling with the lives of my father, my eldest brother, and the Zhou family army? Why!"
"My eldest brother told my father that you would definitely gather enough food and supplies. Kun'er told the soldiers until his death that as long as you were there, the court would never give up on the Zhou army."
"Mother!" Zhou Jianwu said bitterly, "Didn't you ever see Daddy pierced by thousands of arrows and my elder brother and Kun'er hacked to death by swords in your dreams?"
Ji Mingzhu clenched his fists and said weakly, "Two days, only."
As long as Zhou Cungao bows his head, as long as Zhou Cungao compromises, as long as...
"The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. Just two days...?"
Zhou Jianwu crawled on the ground, looking at Ji Mingzhu and choking with sobs, "Mother, is imperial power... really more important than us?"
"Don't you regret it?"
Ji Mingzhu looked at Zhou Jianwu in front of her and had a lot to say.
Does she regret it?
She regretted choosing Daizong to inherit the throne and regretted not realizing earlier that Daizong was plotting against her and the Zhou family.
In her eyes, she had no other choice at the time, because once she gave in, she would give in step by step.
She wanted to retreat, and the Zhou family wanted to retreat, until they had no room to retreat and became lambs to be slaughtered.
So, she must raise the knife, Zhou Cungao should be with her, they should be together!
If they had been in sync with each other from the beginning and shared the same hatred for the enemy from the beginning, they would never have ended up like this.
How could she not regret it?
But it's too late.
Ji Mingzhu looked at Ji Sheng who had been sitting next to him watching the show, and finally his eyes fell on Xixi who was wearing a bright yellow dress in his arms.
It seems that it is not a complete defeat.
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