Chapter 1 I, the Wicked Mother-in-Law!!!
At the end of the month of Yin (寅月), the weather warms up.
The snow on the eaves began to melt, and the icy meltwater dripped down the corners of the eaves, its pitter-patter sound like a musical melody.
Zhao Xian rubbed her head, which felt dizzy and throbbing, and felt a tightness and discomfort in her chest.
There is no doubt that she was in this situation because she was angry.
She was unaware of the situation and had just transmigrated when she was berated by a handsome young man dressed in ancient costume.
Before she could even retort, the original owner of this body began to experience various pains, so severe that she couldn't speak. The boy, looking furious, turned and walked away.
It's completely inexplicable.
"Madam, have some tea to calm your temper." A nanny in her forties quickly handed her a cup of tea and advised, "The second young master has a quick temper and doesn't care when he gets angry, but you know he doesn't mean it. Don't get angry with the child."
Zhao Xian wouldn't hold a grudge against a teenager; she's not that petty. The problem is the original owner of this body is angry.
She was so angry that her heart ached and she couldn't speak.
The reason was simple: the original owner's second son had taken a liking to a girl, and the two families were going through the engagement process. If nothing unexpected happened, that girl would be her future daughter-in-law.
The mother, thinking that her son was about to get married, selected two maids to be her son's concubines, intending to give them to him to guide him in his bedroom affairs in advance.
As a result, her son refused and even berated her.
Thinking about the age of the original owner's second son, Zhao Xian also wanted to scold the original owner. Your son is only sixteen years old. You're not even an adult yet, and you're putting people in his room? What were you thinking? You deserve to be angry.
After drinking the tea, the gas in my chest finally subsided.
Just as Zhao Xian was about to speak, a beautiful maid walked around the screen and entered.
The other person was wearing a plain, narrow-sleeved ochre-colored warm yellow embroidered with purple azaleas, with a chestnut-colored double-breasted jacket over it, and an amber-patterned pleated skirt.
It looks exactly like the clothing and style of the Song Dynasty, and the material is much higher quality than the costumes of some film crews.
Based on her memory, Zhao Xian knew that this person was one of the original owner's head maids, named Shaoyao.
Peony entered the room, bowed, and then spoke quickly after standing up: "Madam, Chi Lan, the maidservant of the eldest young mistress, has come to report that the eldest young mistress has experienced a miscarriage and is likely about to give birth. She requests permission to obtain the necessary tokens to leave the mansion and invite a midwife."
Seeing this, the nanny standing nearby said, "The young mistress is not even eight months pregnant yet. It would be dangerous for her to have a miscarriage at this time. I'll go and get the token right away."
Despite saying this, she didn't move but looked at Zhao Xian.
Zhao Xian belatedly realized that she was waiting for instructions, and nodded: "Go ahead, and hurry up."
The old woman took out the exit pass and gave it to Shaoyao, then casually said, "The eldest young mistress has had a seizure. Should we go there now or later? The eldest young master is not in the manor. You are his mother, so you should look after him for him."
Zhao Xian thought what she said made sense, but she wasn't the original owner of this body.
She didn't understand why she had found herself in this place when she opened her eyes, and why she was dressed in such a strange and inexplicable way. She didn't want to say too much at the moment, for fear of saying the wrong thing.
He nodded: "Let's go now."
The nanny wanted to try to persuade her again, but because the madam disliked the eldest young mistress, she never gave her a kind look, even though the eldest young mistress was pregnant.
But since the outbreak has occurred over there, the situation is different; at least some face-saving is still necessary.
To her surprise, the lady readily agreed, which took her by surprise. She quickly said, "This servant will immediately instruct someone to prepare a sedan chair."
Watching the nanny leave, Zhao Xian learned that this person's surname was He. She was not the original owner's wet nurse, but a hired tutor nanny who later stayed in the Jiang family to serve the original owner. She had been with the original owner for seven or eight years.
With no one else in the house, Zhao Xian finally had a chance to look around.
I was scolded as soon as I arrived, and I was so focused on my aching body from anger that I didn't have a chance to observe my surroundings.
Only now did I notice that the room was luxurious yet gaudy, with a brocade carpet of auspicious and prosperous patterns on the floor, and a square porcelain vase depicting the God of Longevity picking peaches on a high pear wood table, filled with bright red plum blossoms.
A four-panel openwork carved screen featuring plum blossoms, orchids, pine trees, and bamboo is placed facing the entrance.
The interior room where the bed is placed features bright red, purple, and yellow furniture and bed curtains, creating a strong visual impact.
The tea room was simply and elegantly decorated, with a single color scheme. On the table was a small, slender single-necked bottle and a tea set, nothing more.
The whole room is a mix of elegance and vulgarity, much like the haphazard construction by an inexperienced prop master.
Finally finding a bronze mirror, Zhao Xian saw that her face in the mirror hadn't changed much. She was a little puzzled, so she reached out and touched it. It looked very real.
After searching her memory, she realized that the original owner of this body was thirty-four, while she was only twenty-four in reality. Despite the ten-year age difference, her face didn't seem to be that different.
On the contrary, she felt that the original owner's skin was smoother than her own.
Is this the difference between going to work and not going to work?
At this moment, Zhao Xian didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
The office worker's defenses crumbled and shattered.
Hearing the sound of the curtain being lifted, Zhao Xian put down the bronze mirror, ending her stroll, and returned to the soft couch.
Before long, Granny He came into the room and informed us that the sedan chair had been prepared.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but there was no warmth at all, as the melting snow brought in a chilly atmosphere.
Just like Zhao Xian's heart, it was chilly.
...
"Madam, we have arrived at Yunzhu Garden."
She had just been helped down from the sedan chair by Granny He.
Zhao Xian then heard a scream.
Again, the servants of Yunzhu Garden were seen running around like headless flies, without any order or strategy, and some even took out blood-stained clothes.
Zhao Xian lifted her leg and walked into the house.
Upon entering the room, a strange smell could be detected through the screen. The room was noisy and filled with the screams of a young woman.
After passing around the screen, the maidservant serving nearby moved aside to allow Zhao Xian to approach.
"ah--"
The young woman on the bed suddenly screamed in pain. The once gentle and virtuous woman was now contorted in agony, her appearance completely ruined.
Zhao Xian felt a sense of disgust towards the young woman in the bed.
She was puzzled as to why the other party disliked Li Lianniang, her eldest daughter-in-law, on their first meeting.
No, no, she's not even married yet, so how could she have an eldest daughter-in-law?
Wait, Li Lianniang, that name sounds familiar.
"Mother, Mother, what brings you here? Your daughter-in-law greets you."
After the contractions subsided, Li Lianniang took a breather, only to see her mother-in-law appear.
She hurriedly tried to prop herself up on the bed, struggling to get up.
Zhao Xian panicked for a moment: "...Lie down quickly, lie down quickly."
When it comes to giving birth, is life more important or peace more important?
"Where's the doctor? Why hasn't the midwife arrived yet? Where's Wei'er? Where is he, as the husband, when his wife is giving birth?"
"The eldest young master accompanied Miss Cui to the temple to offer incense, and it was after hearing about this that the young mistress experienced a miscarriage."
The maid who was kneeling closest to the bed spoke up.
Li Lianniang, who had just tried to get up and bow, seemed to lose all her life upon hearing this and fell back onto the bed.
"Miss, Miss, don't scare me! What's wrong, Miss?"
"Madam, please save my young lady."
Upon seeing this, the maid cried incessantly and kowtowed to Zhao Xian, her forehead instantly turning red.
Li Lianniang had not fainted. She weakly scolded, "Danruo, shut up."
Her mother-in-law disliked her from the start, and Danruo kept calling her "Miss".
“I beg my mother-in-law not to blame Danruo. Danruo is young. It is my fault for not teaching her well. If you want to blame someone, blame your daughter-in-law.”
Upon hearing this, the kowtowing maid turned back to look at her mistress. "Miss, I'm tough and don't care. Your health is the most important thing. Don't talk anymore. The midwife will be here soon. Sister Chi Lan has already gone to fetch her. It'll be here soon. Hang in there."
The maid's voice was so moving that it brought tears to the eyes of those who heard it.
Zhao Xian felt a sudden wave of dizziness.
Fortunately, Granny He reacted quickly and caught her, "Madam."
He glared at the maid named Danruo and said, "Shut up! You're the one who's wailing the loudest. You've already hurt the baby, why don't you go and call the family doctor?"
Danruo said in a tearful voice, "Yes, but the medicine boy said that Physician Liu from the Liu family went out to collect herbs and will not return for half a month. The eldest young master was worried about Miss Cui's health, so he brought Physician Liu along. There is no doctor in the manor."
Granny He choked on her words.
This was handled well.
Zhao Xian frowned as she watched these scenes unfold.
Li Lianniang, the eldest young master, Miss Cui...
No wonder it looked so familiar; wasn't this the script she had just reviewed with the actors?
It's a pure angst script, and her artists play the female lead in the angst.
Coincidentally, the artist's good friend took on a romantic drama script, and both dramas were written by the same person.
They all asked her to act out scenes with them, specifically the mother-in-law role in the play.
The reason is that she has read both books and is familiar with them.
As an artist's assistant, she visited both filming crews because they were close by. The fact that the same mother-in-law had two different faces caused a huge uproar online.
As someone who plays the role of a mother-in-law in a drama, Zhao Xian agrees with netizens' opinion that the mother-in-law is mentally unstable, or as commonly known, sick.
"The midwife is here! The midwife is here!"
The voice of the maid outside called out to Zhao Xian pulled her back to reality, and her gaze was blank for a moment.
With the arrival of the midwife, the extra people in the room were cleared out.
Granny He helped Zhao Xian up and asked cautiously, "With the midwife here, everything should be alright. Would Madam like to return to Haitang Residence to rest first?"
Zhao Xian waved her hand, "Giving birth, it's so dangerous, how can you leave?"
She sat down in the outer room; she felt a little dizzy and needed to calm down.
I remember this tragic novel was truly heartbreaking. The male lead, who was also the eldest son, took in the daughter of his benefactor to take care of her in order to repay a debt of gratitude.
The battle between the two women thus began.
The female protagonist in a tragic novel is always silent, while the wicked female supporting character is always good at talking.
Thus begins the male protagonist's tumultuous love affair with the female protagonist, filled with misunderstandings, framing, miscarriage, and even having his heart's blood extracted—a series of heart-wrenching and physically painful events. Yet, in the end, they manage to achieve a happy ending.
Wait a minute, the second son who made the original protagonist so angry this morning, causing him pain in his body, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and headache, is the male lead in a sweet romance novel!!!
Hearing the screams coming from the inner room, Zhao Xian frowned deeply.
Even with today's advanced medical equipment, childbirth can be dangerous, let alone here. Her heart clenched with each scream from inside.
"Granny He, immediately send someone to call the eldest young master back."
While his own wife was giving birth at home and her life hung in the balance, he still had the leisure to accompany his benefactor's daughter on a trip.
How could they possibly give it a happy ending with a happy ending?
As she spoke, Zhao Xian added, "Take the invitation from the manor and invite the imperial physician. We need a gynecologist. Hurry up."
I can't understand why she transmigrated; I don't know if she transmigrated into a tragic or sweet novel.
Judging from this, it's highly likely to be a tragic story.
Wouldn't that make her a wicked mother-in-law?!
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