Chapter 297: Love is deep, hatred is deep
Noticing Song Yanxi's eyes, He Chunhua subconsciously wanted to pull the quilt to cover her pale face. She raised her hand several times but fell down heavily because of her unreasonableness.
The shout she just made with all her might had almost used up all the strength she had left.
At this moment, even breathing heavily seemed a bit difficult.
Seeing her embarrassment, Song Yanxi quickly stepped forward, took out a bottle of medicine from her bag, poured out a pill, and handed it to her mouth.
She explained, "This is a medicine to protect the heart and replenish qi. Although it can't cure the disease, it does have a soothing effect. You should feel better after taking it."
He Chunhua opened her mouth and swallowed the medicine. After a moment, she choked up and said, "Thank you for the medicine, Princess. But could you please not tell the truth to Zhuangzhuang first? I'm afraid it will scare him."
If she didn't mention it herself, Song Yanxi wouldn't even tell her.
Different people have completely different attitudes when facing matters of life and death.
Most people, when they learn that they are about to die, will cry and make a fuss because they cannot accept the bad news, and may even do some extreme things on impulse to vent their anger.
She had seen how Chunhua could be so calm and composed, as if she had already anticipated and faced death.
But most of them are octogenarians, or middle-aged people who have lived half their lives and have children and grandchildren around them, and feel that they have no regrets in their lives.
But He Chunhua is different.
She is too young and her son is so small that he cannot do without her careful care.
Thinking of the Erniu described by the uncle and nephew of the Tian family as a man of great loyalty who was willing to go through fire and water for his brothers, Song Yanxi suddenly understood something.
For the Tian family, Erniu once saved Tian Lao Da. He is a benefactor that their family will remember until their death and a great hero.
Now that he died on the battlefield, leaving behind a wife and children, it was only natural for them to take good care of him.
But for the orphan and widow who were suddenly abandoned in this world, his death would be irresponsible to them.
The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.
Especially with her children still so young and no parents-in-law to support her, He Chunhua shouldered the burden of life alone. How could she not feel resentment and hatred when she encountered difficulties?
Even though the Tian family had treated them and their son a thousand times better over the past year, the picture of their happy family reunion was undoubtedly a torture to her again and again.
If such emotions are pent up in the heart for years, the body will naturally be worn down.
In the past, I was worried about my children and could barely hold on.
This sudden epidemic was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Song Yanxi turned her head and glanced out the window. Zhuangzhuang was picking up medicinal residue from the vegetable patch with his butt sticking out. He seemed to be afraid of damaging the cabbages next to him, so he moved one step at a time.
The cautious look is both funny and sad.
Thinking of how he had just protected the cabbage and refused to let her touch it, Song Yanxi couldn't help but chuckle, "You've raised this child very well."
He Chunhua pulled the corners of her lips, raised a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "It's his bad luck that he was born into my belly."
"Why do you say that, madam?"
"My husband's last name is Li."
"Have you ever asked Zhuangzhuang about what Madam Li just said?"
Seeing He Chunhua gently shaking her head, Song Yanxi asked again: "Since you haven't asked the child yourself, how did you come to this conclusion?"
"I……"
"If you feel embarrassed, I can do it for you."
“No need.”
He Chunhua hurried to stop him, coughed twice in a hurry, and vomited blood when she tilted her head.
Song Yanxi's expression suddenly changed. She quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth and apologized, "I'm sorry, I was reckless."
"Ahem...it's not your fault."
He Chunhua lay in bed for a long time before she finally had the strength to speak.
She forced a weak laugh and whispered, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess. I know what my own body is like."
Song Yanxi felt that she should say something, or at least persuade her to cheer up for the sake of her young child.
But she couldn't open her mouth.
She couldn't save her.
A person who is determined to die cannot be cured even by gods.
It is a rare achievement that she can hold on until today.
The trauma in her heart and the pain in her body tormented her day and night. The dark circles under her eyes told me that she had not slept well for a long time.
Isn't living like this a torture?
He Chunhua struggled to turn her head and looked at the window reluctantly, tears silently sliding from the corners of her eyes and sinking into the pillow.
Song Yanxi gently helped her up and said in a deep voice, "If you are willing, I will find a good family nearby for this child."
Are you willing to give it up?
He Chunhua naturally couldn't bear to do that.
This is a piece of flesh that fell from her body.
As a mother, she wished she could tie her son, who depended on her for everything, tightly to her belt and take him with her everywhere.
But she was going to die soon.
You can't be so selfish as to take your son with you to hell.
She almost died once before bringing him into this world, so naturally she hoped that he could live a good life with no worries about food and clothing.
But her body was too weak to support her, and she couldn't live long enough to see him grow up, get married and have children.
When she thought of this, He Chunhua felt as if someone had dug a big, bloody hole in her chest, pulling her heart, liver, spleen, and lungs out.
Zhuangzhuang is still so young. If she just leaves like this, will he starve, get cold, or be bullied?
Will his uncles and aunts in the family have any evil intentions towards the ancestral house left to him by his father because he is young and easy to control?
When He Chunhua thought that her son would be left helpless after her death and might even have to beg on the streets, she felt so angry that her chest ached and she tilted her head and vomited blood.
No, she won't give up!
A glint flashed in He Chunhua's eyes. She grabbed Song Yanxi's hand that was wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked in a trembling voice, "Can I ask the princess for a favor?"
Song Yanxi's eyes darkened as she said thoughtfully, "If I can help, I will do my best."
But if her request is too unreasonable, she will definitely not agree to it.
Promising something you cannot do is arrogant and foolish.
She didn't want the other person to curse her in the afterlife.
He Chunhua swallowed the blood in her mouth and smiled contentedly, "The princess' words are enough."
She turned her head and looked out the window, her eyes filled with reluctance and sadness.
After a while, she turned around as if she had finally made up her mind, and said with a firm look in her eyes, "I hope that when you return to the capital in the future, you will take my son with you."
Song Yanxi frowned, "Madam, are you sure you want to do this?"
An orphan without a father or mother and without any family connections would probably have a hard time even getting food if he came to Beijing.
Unless she can find someone to adopt the child.
The thing that noble families have the most is children.
What's more, Zhuangzhuang is old enough to remember things and knows his father's name and where his home is. Who would be so generous as to let someone else raise their son for free?
Seeing He Chunhua nod, Song Yanxi thought of something and her face turned slightly cold.
She said bluntly, "From what I hear Madam is saying, you know she's a well-mannered person. She shouldn't say such unreasonable things."
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