Chapter 679 It Wasn't Intentional
The scene was filled with red, as glaring as fresh blood.
When Zhuang woke up, she found herself lying on a wedding bed. She stared at the gauze curtains for a long time, then turned her head and saw a beautiful face smiling at her.
"Get out of my way!"
With a wave of his hand, Zhuang sent the head crashing to the ground. It rolled several times before finally hitting the square table and coming to a stop.
It was that same face again, the one that Zhuang had loathed for over twenty years, a haunting presence. Ever since she entered the mansion, the atmosphere had become increasingly strange.
The fox spirit seemed to have come back to life, just like before, completely unaware of her own deception, forever so innocent.
Because of her good looks, she can get whatever she wants with just a smile, and countless men will rush to her aid.
"Mother, you're awake."
The eldest son sat in his chair, coldly watching the scene before him. His mother's actions were unforgivable. Even if she was truly repentant, she owed Madam Qi and the Qi family something she could never repay in this lifetime.
"Burn it down! Burn it down! This is weird, burn it down!"
Zhuang sat up abruptly, muttering to herself. She saw the oil lamp on the table and reached out to lift the lampshade.
"Mother, why do you think Father is like this?"
The room was filled with portraits, dolls, and embroidered shoes. The atmosphere was heavy with yin energy, and everything was red; bells hung on the windows—all objects used to summon spirits.
He didn't understand at first, but he felt that the furnishings in the room were quite interesting, so he went to the Taoist temple to ask the Taoist priest and got the answer.
Although Madam Qi is gone, for the past twenty years, Father has only had her in his heart. She is always there for him and he dares not forget her. No matter how much he tries to be patient on the surface, deep down, Father is just as crazy as Mother.
"I know all about what you've done, but I'm just trying to save you some face."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang seemed like a deflated balloon, her spirits completely gone.
She dabbed at the tears welling up in her eyes and asked incredulously, "Your father knows?"
"Know."
Because he knew the truth, he was in pain. His father always felt sorry for Madam Qi. If he hadn't married Madam Zhuang, if he had been all alone, there would have been no tragedy for the Qi family.
Consort Fang might still target Lady Qi, but she might not choose the most cruel method.
Only Zhuang Shi could have come up with the idea of disemboweling a woman alive, causing the deaths of both mother and child.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhuang laughed loudly, and the sound echoed through the night, sending chills down everyone's spine.
It turns out that all those years of mutual respect were just a facade. He knew it, he knew it all!
He hasn't forgotten that bitch for a moment. Even after she died and her soul was scattered, he still tried to summon her spirit. He probably came here to sleep, embracing a doll like her every night.
They're all lunatics!
Zhuang staggered out of the door, not knowing how she got back to the mansion.
"Madam, you don't look well."
It rained in the evening, and the night breeze was a bit chilly. Xiangye brought a cloak, worried that Zhuangshi might catch a cold.
"You may step back."
When Madam Zhuang arrived at the Buddhist hall, she turned around and asked, "During the two hours I was away from home, was anything unusual?"
"No, Miss Yue Sha is crying. She went to bed early."
Xiangye bowed her head and replied cautiously.
"That's good."
Zhuang entered the small Buddhist hall, took out the letters hidden inside the Buddha statue, and carefully read each one.
She had to do it every day; only after seeing it once would Zhuang feel comfortable. This was the right decision she made back then.
What good is a beautiful fox spirit if she's dead? She's gone, and you can't see or touch her anymore.
Zhuang took the envelope in her hand, it seemed she needed to find a new place to store it, as the small Buddhist shrine was no longer safe enough.
That night, Mrs. Zhuang slept soundly, convinced that she was the winner.
What could she do if her husband didn't love her? She had children. Lady Qi had long since taken her unborn child and gone to the underworld.
The next morning, chaos broke out at the manor. Zhuang Wanjun packed her bags and left without saying goodbye. The eldest son searched the entire manor, even going to Lin Yuesha's guest courtyard, but to no avail.
He was writing poetry last night, and it was only with his cousin's encouragement that he got around to it. And what his mother said, and her suggestion to send him away again—did they send him away overnight, or...?
The eldest son dared not think that, given his mother's wickedness, his cousin might be silenced if she overheard the secret.
"Mother, where exactly did you hide him?"
The eldest son ran to the side courtyard to find his mother, Zhuang Shi, and asked her questions angrily.
His mother was like that; she was a woman herself but didn't understand the hardships women faced. She could have easily resolved the issue by making a big deal out of it, but instead, she chose to escalate it, damaging her cousin's reputation.
Even if the two of them made mistakes, he was more wrong, and the most important thing for a real man is to be willing to take responsibility.
Are you questioning your mother?
Zhuang put down her teacup and stared at her son with icy eyes. For the sake of that little brat, her usually obedient son was willing to defy her.
"Mother, my cousin is unfamiliar with the capital. Since you promised to find her a good marriage, you should keep your word. What kind of idea is it to send her back?"
The eldest son was in a great hurry; if someone chased after them now, it would still be in time.
"Didn't Zhuang Wanjun leave a letter? She left on her own. What does it have to do with Mother?"
Zhuang didn't care. After sending the person away, she would still have to take responsibility. Since Zhuang Wanjun left on her own, it saved her a lot of trouble.
"My cousin can't understand our conversation at all. If you don't want Father to be childless, you'd better have some decency!"
After finishing his sentence, the eldest son flicked his sleeves and ran off. He had to go find his cousin; he couldn't count on his mother at all.
The mansion was in a terrible state of disarray, making Lin Yuesha's visit very unpleasant. Moreover, having gotten what she wanted, she no longer wanted to stay.
"Miss, do you have an excuse to resign?"
Especially now that Zhuang Wanjun has gone missing, it's probably best not to cause any more trouble; at least we should save face.
What was Madam Qi's favorite dessert when she was alive?
Lin Yuesha greeted Zhuang Shi in the morning and found that Zhuang Shi was as resilient as a cockroach, so she doubted whether Zhuang Shi had gone to that courtyard yesterday.
Lotus flower pastry.
The lotus-shaped pastries are beautiful and delicious. Madam Qi loved lotus flowers the most during her lifetime. Back then, the Qi family specially cultivated a lotus pond to grow lotus flowers. When Madam Qi admired the lotus flowers, she would often serve lotus-shaped pastries and light tea to her close friends.
"Let's make lotus flower pastries."
Lin Yuesha ran to the main kitchen to prepare the food, and then went to pay her respects to Zhuang Shi.
"Take it away! What is that?!"
Zhuang was sulking when she saw the lotus flower pastry and immediately lost her temper. Why were there traces of that dead ghost everywhere? Could it be that he really summoned the ghost?
"Auntie, you..."
Lin Yuesha was so frightened by Zhuang's ferocity that she took three steps back and fell to the ground with a thud.
“Miss Yue Sha, our lady didn’t sleep well last night, so…”
Xiangye and Liuya looked distressed, but they still had to try to smooth things over for their mistress. "Miss Yuesha, please go back to your room and rest. Don't worry about it. Our mistress didn't mean it."
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