The old lady sighed and straightened her thin body.
"Giving birth is a life-or-death ordeal for women; it's almost impossible for someone not to die. She couldn't give birth, and the doctor asked whether to save the mother or the baby. I chose to save the baby."
The old lady answered with unwavering conviction; she never regretted the decision she made at the hospital.
If time could turn back and she could do it all over again, she would still choose to protect the baby, to preserve the Wei family bloodline, and to continue the old man's will. This was almost her life's mission, and sacrificing one or two people was nothing to her!
Moreover, it was a son, a son who could continue the bloodline.
Her thinking was outdated; she still believed that a son was the pillar of a family, and that ten women could not compare to one son. She herself was prepared to sacrifice for the family, not to mention that Wei Meng was too good to Jing Se.
She hadn't forgotten the tears Wei Meng shed for Jing Se when they parted. A man doesn't easily shed tears, and to shed tears for a woman would be a sign of weakness. She wouldn't allow a woman to make her strong and resolute grandson weak.
Jingxing sneered, but tears streamed down his face. The old lady had lived through countless years of war; she had long since become indifferent to life and death and did not care about the lives of others. This was callousness.
"My sister's life is less important than a child I've never even met?"
A glint of light flashed in the old woman's eyes. "You can call me cold-blooded and heartless, but everyone is selfish. To you, you lost your sister, but to the Wei family, she left behind blood and flesh, and is a hero of the Wei family."
The Wei family, the Wei family!
Linghu Lan looked at the old lady coldly. She was a woman with a deep-rooted sense of family, and family always came first.
However, the Qing Dynasty perished early on.
Your approach is outdated.
Since you desire it so much, then lose it.
Jingxing didn't look at the old lady who was pretending to be strong again, and turned to leave.
“My sister doesn’t care about being a hero of your Wei family, and she has no obligation to prioritize your Wei family. These high-sounding words you are saying now cannot cover up the fact that you have harmed her.”
Jingxing was filled with self-reproach.
He deeply regretted it. He valued Wei Meng highly but overlooked Wei Meng's family. He thought Wei Meng's family traditions were excellent, but he ignored the existence of feudalistic remnants like the old lady, which could be fatal at crucial moments.
Ultimately, it cost Jing Se her life.
His shoulders trembled uncontrollably as he finally walked out of the Wei family's gate.
The sunlight couldn't dispel the cold; it only made people shiver more.
Sister, I'll take you home.
Wei Meng's father looked up at Jing Xing, the words "I'm sorry" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.
Wei Meng's mother stared blankly at her sleeping grandson, feeling that everything was a cycle of cause and effect, and that retribution was inevitable. If Jing Se hadn't died, would Wei Meng have died?
It's hard to say, nobody can say for sure.
All she knew was that her heart was dying.
Jingxing's words struck the old lady like a needle, and she felt that her authority had been challenged.
She stood up shakily and snorted coldly, "My Wei family doesn't owe your Jing family anything. We're even."
Linghu Lan, who was following behind Jing Xing, turned around and said, "What do you have to offer to even things out? Wei Meng's death? Or your guilt? Wei Meng died in battle, and I see no guilt in you!"
"Then let Jingse come and take the old woman's life!" the old woman shouted, walking into the house. Her body was straight and stiff, but she collapsed to the ground with a thud when she reached the door.
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