For the first time in her life, the old lady, who had spent half her life praying to gods and Buddhas, questioned the high and mighty deities.
According to Jiang Shumiao's inner thoughts, they had already pieced together their original lives.
Jiang Shumiao often said that good and evil are rewarded accordingly, but why did the Jiang family, who have been loyal and righteous for generations, end up with such a tragic fate? How can the gods control the fate of mortals without distinguishing right from wrong?
Of the Jiang family's many sons who went to war, only one in ten survived.
Her husband lost both legs and could no longer stand in the court. He was also grieving the loss of his father, brother and nephew, and became increasingly depressed and indifferent. He even suggested that she remarry.
They had been married for less than five years at that time.
She knew he didn't want to drag her down with him.
But husband and wife are one family. Since marrying into the Jiang family, her parents-in-law and sisters-in-law have treated her kindly. She wasn't clever or cunning; she only knew that one shouldn't be ungrateful. Her husband had treated her with sincerity, how could she abandon him when he was down on his luck?
No matter how much he beat or scolded her, she didn't leave and continued to take care of him without taking off her clothes.
This dignified man, standing seven feet tall, finally couldn't hold back his tears and embraced her, saying, "I have no regrets about serving my country, being a general and a minister. Having enjoyed wealth and honor, it is only right for me to die for my country. My father, brothers, and nephews are all dead, and only I am left. Why wasn't it me who died? Fifth Brother and Fourth Brother, they were all still minors and unmarried. I watched them die tragically, collected their coffins and prepared their bodies. I wish I could have taken their place."
"Why wasn't I the one who died? Why am I left to live such a useless life?"
"Yun'an, I'm tired."
He could see his wife's haggard appearance, and he could see the pitying glances of others. He felt ashamed of his broken body and grieved daily for the death of his loved one. In the end, unwilling to be a burden to his wife any longer, he committed suicide in the ancestral hall.
At that time, his wife was in her early twenties, still in the prime of her life, and could remarry.
The three children were raised in the palace and would no longer be ridiculed for having a disabled father.
The old lady couldn't help but shed tears as she recalled these past events.
Her sister-in-law said she was too kind-hearted and indecisive, but she couldn't bear to criticize her. Instead, she sent a capable female official to help her manage household affairs. However, she was blind and incompetent, and almost caused the downfall of the entire Jiang family.
But it turns out that these bloody deaths were nothing more than a few strokes of the brush by a deity.
That night, the old lady smashed the Buddha statues in the shrine.
From then on, she never worshipped gods again.
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