Tang Wan also decided not to have more children. Having these few children was enough for her.
Just raise them up.
She looked at the father and son who were crying together, and comforted them weakly: "Why are you crying? I'm fine, aren't I?" Nothing serious happened to her.
Well, although something almost happened, fortunately, no major disaster occurred.
"Where's the child? Bring it here for me to see." She wanted to see the child to see if he was as beautiful as Heng'er was when he was a child.
Upon hearing this, Mo Tingzhu hurriedly asked the wet nurse to bring the child over.
The two little kids look almost the same, but one of them has a small mole under her eye, which is very light and not noticeable.
Perhaps because they received sufficient nutrition during pregnancy, these two children were just like Heng'er when they were born, fair and rosy, and very cute to look at.
"Have you named them?" Tang Wan asked him.
"Waiting for you to come and get it, Wanwan."
"Let's call one Chengyi and the other Chenglin."
The child's name was decided in this way.
After Mo's mother learned that her child was born safely, she stood up from the small Buddhist temple, a huge wave of joy hitting her.
She felt relaxed all over.
She has been carrying a heavy burden for so many years. No one has forced her to do it, but she still feels suffocated.
Her child, her only child, she thought he would never be able to have children in his life, so she indulged him a lot.
The consequence of this is that she has to bear and endure more.
They said she had not disciplined her children strictly enough, and that she had let down her dead husband and the entire palace.
In that state, she had to be tortured by her married sister-in-law, and she was exhausted both physically and mentally, but she could not relax at all.
She thought that her child was too much like her husband and would grow up one day.
All she could do was to save more money for him and build more connections for him.
Although, despite his status, others always rushed to curry favor with him.
But how can life be smooth sailing all the time?
What if one day the emperor just dislikes him?
There are some people in the court who can speak well of him, and at worst, he can still save his life.
She once thought Heng'er was an accident, but what about the other two children?
Does this mean that her child has been cured?
The burden of many years was lifted in an instant. It would be a lie to say that I was not happy, but what followed was a deep sense of powerlessness.
She no longer knew what motivation she had to keep herself alive.
In the past, I still had a child to teach, but now, the child has changed for the better and I have a grandson.
She lived a very fulfilling life. Apart from her husband's early death, there seemed to be nothing wrong with her.
But this is what outsiders see.
If he were still alive, she wouldn't have to be so scheming and calculating as she is today.
Just act like a normal woman.
Before she got married, although her family was not a high-ranking official, she was still pampered and treated like a child.
Everything was handed to her first.
She doesn't need to plan anything, she just needs to be an ordinary daughter.
She didn't expect to marry him, but she did anyway.
He is so good to me, it's just that he is too good, so I can't bear to let him go, and that's why I am so obsessed with him.
Her current state is like a plump ball that is suddenly punctured by a needle, and she is completely deflated.
She knew that she probably wouldn't live long.
Sure enough, within just two or three days, she was already bedridden.
The minor injuries and pains that had been deliberately ignored in the past now seemed to backfire on her and come back to her double.
Every moment she endured, she felt pain in all the bones in her body.
She told people not to tell Mo Tingzhu that Tang Wan had just given birth to a child, and she couldn't let her two grandsons bear the label of having killed their grandmother.
Although she may not do it that well, she is generally a competent mother.
She refused all visits, saying she had caught a cold. She was ill for more than a month and did not even attend her grandson's full moon party.
No one could step into her yard without her permission.
Mo Tingzhu vaguely felt something and felt heartbroken, as if he was about to lose something important.
However, without giving him a chance to respond, the emperor urgently summoned him back to Beijing, saying that there was an important matter to discuss.
He had no doubts and originally wanted to take his mother with him, but his mother sent someone to tell him that she was not feeling well and that he should recuperate for a while in a place with a suitable climate and go again when he felt better.
Mo Tingzhu's pleading was in vain, so he could only leave with his wife and children.
But I didn't expect that this departure would be a farewell forever.
Many years later, whenever Mo Tingzhu thought of this day, he still couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart.
The emperor summoned him back, but said it was not a matter of urgency. He simply gave him a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry and asked him to have a good rest for a while.
He was completely confused. He didn't do much work to begin with, so why should he rest?
However, no one could resist the emperor's order, so he could only obey the order and return to his palace.
At the same time, on the other side, Mo's mother suddenly recovered miraculously and left many letters.
But her handwriting was not very beautiful, it was crooked, like when she was just learning calligraphy.
But she didn't care too much and just wrote down what was in her heart.
She changed into old clothes and went out into the yard.
This dress was worn when she was a girl. It is a bit old now, but it still fits her body very well.
She sat in the rocking chair, squinting her eyes in the sun.
The tea on the table was still steaming.
But no one will ever drink it.
..............
When Mo Tingzhu came in from outside, exhausted, he saw his wife and children crying, and asked with concern what was wrong.
Tang Wan was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. She was not a crybaby, but now she couldn't hold back her tears.
"Tingzhu, you have to cheer up. Promise me, okay?"
Mo Tingzhu felt an inexplicable chill on his back and a feeling of nausea.
The last time he felt this way was when his father died.
He looked fixedly towards the main hall, and a pitch-black coffin came into his sight.
He forced a smile and said, "Why did you suddenly make a coffin? Is it to bring good luck to mother?"
Tang Wan turned her head away, not having the heart to answer him.
"Wanwan, are you going to get married for your mother?" He was clearly asking, but his tone was firm.
However, he couldn't even deceive himself, the tears in his eyes had already betrayed him.
Heng'er knew that his grandmother was very good to him and had taught him many lessons. Besides his mother, his favorite person was his grandmother.
The little boy already understood that his grandmother would never wake up.
I will never make him crispy candies again, never call him by his nickname again, and never sing nursery rhymes to him again.
He no longer has a grandmother.
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