Before Qin Qianlu could ask any further questions, Feng Qingyun paused and continued, "Later, fate paved a seemingly sunny road for Wen Ruo."
Wen Ruo became pregnant again, endured a long ten months of pregnancy and the hardships of childbirth, and gave birth to Luo Shuyu and Luo Yurou safely in succession.
At that time, in the eyes of outsiders, the Luo family was overjoyed to have a new baby, and the whole family was happy, and the future was sure to be peaceful and beautiful.
With their profound family heritage and high status, they became a prestigious family that everyone in the capital envied and worshipped.
Enjoying wealth, luxury, and family bliss seems like a sure thing.
But the cruel twist of fate is that it always seems to take a sudden turn, hurtling headlong into the abyss of darkness.
Wen Ruo's heart, as if silently eroded by the demon of jealousy, was driven by greed and resentment to embark on a thorny and gloomy wrong path.
She watched helplessly as Luo Yuning grew more and more dazzling. In the capital, Luo Yuning was like a dazzling pearl, unmatched by anyone.
She excels in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting with ease, creating masterpieces; she speaks eloquently about both literary and military affairs, displaying extraordinary insight.
Such a Luo Yuning should have been a symbol of family honor, but for some reason, a flame of jealousy quietly ignited in Wen Ruo's heart.
What began as a few scattered sparks spread rapidly like wildfire, completely consuming her reason and kindness.
To satisfy her twisted psychology, Wen Ruo began to meticulously plan in the dark, just like a shrewd schemer.
She secretly directed her trusted servants, like a group of rats lurking in the dark.
Wandering through the streets and alleys of the capital, the bustling teahouses and taverns, the luxurious mansions of high-ranking officials and nobles, and the noisy neighborhoods of ordinary people.
These people spread false rumors about Luo Yuning's bad temper, embellishing them and making it sound so convincing that it was as if they had actually witnessed Luo Yuning throwing a tantrum.
Even worse, in order to completely crush Luo Yuning's reputation, Wen Ruo went so far as to fabricate even more outrageous scandals of arrogance and extravagance.
The fabricated atrocities were described in vivid detail, filling the listener with righteous indignation.
"In an instant, the entire capital was engulfed by these malicious rumors and gossip."
Luo Yuning, who was once highly sought after and known as a talented woman, instantly went from being the center of attention to being despised and avoided by everyone.
Walking down the street, she could feel the strange looks on her back and hear people pointing and whispering behind her back.
Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart.
Poor Luo Yuning, despite feeling a thousand grievances and ten thousand helplessness in her heart, was unable to defend herself. Those unfounded accusations were like an invisible mountain, pressing down on her and making her feel suffocated.
To escape this overwhelming malice, she could only confine herself to the deep courtyard of her mansion, never leaving the house, locking herself in that small boudoir.
It seemed that only that small space could give her a moment to breathe.
If it were merely a matter of reputation being damaged, Luo Yuning might be able to weather the storm thanks to Luo Qi'an's unconditional love for her, and wouldn't be shrouded in the shadow of depression.
But Wen Ruo's malice went far beyond that. She harbored resentment towards Luo Qi'an for favoring Luo Yuning, and the flames of jealousy burned fiercely in her heart, growing ever stronger.
Ultimately, this drove her to embark on a more secretive and cruel psychological torture.
She racked her brains every day, looking for every opportunity to get into Luo Yuning's boudoir.
Like an evil ghost, it tirelessly and relentlessly instilled those cold and piercing words into Luo Yining's ear day after day.
'Your father no longer loves you. He despises your reputation and will abandon you sooner or later.'
Each word was like a sharp, poisonous needle, piercing deeply into Luo Yuning's fragile heart, causing her beliefs to crumble little by little.
"But at that time, Luo Qi'an was so entangled in a mountain of affairs at court that he couldn't get away."
He was constantly caught up in complex official social interactions and heavy administrative duties, leaving him extremely busy and overwhelmed.
His hectic lifestyle left him no time to attend to household chores, and he failed to notice the subtle changes in his eldest daughter's emotions.
He was focused on his career and believed that with the gentle and virtuous Wen Ruo at home, his children would grow up safely and smoothly under her loving care.
Unbeknownst to them, their seemingly warm and cozy home was already rife with undercurrents and lurking dangers.
Wen Ruo intensified her suppression of Luo Yuning, and her methods became increasingly ruthless.
The once talented and confident Luo Yuning quickly fell into a quagmire of self-doubt under her torment, sinking deeper and deeper until she could not extricate herself.
She began to question her own worth, and the light that once shone in her eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by endless confusion and pain.
Every time Luo Yuning has an emotional breakdown and falls into a hysterical state, she frantically smashes and destroys things.
Wen Ruo always appeared like a ghost at the first moment, stopping Luo Qi'an, who was about to comfort his daughter, at the fastest speed.
Her face was plastered with feigned concern as she eloquently said, "Sir, you're busy with official duties all day long, how could you understand a little girl's thoughts?"
In situations like this, let me, as the mother, handle it. Don't worry, I'm sure I can soothe Ning'er.
Luo Qi'an considered that his daughter was getting older, and it would be inconvenient for him, as her father, to frequently enter and leave her room.
Secondly, I thought that Wenruo was my daughter's biological mother, and blood is thicker than water. What mother in the world would harm her own child?
He readily believed her sweet talk and repeatedly missed the opportunity to comfort his daughter in person.
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