An Yuan'er hid everywhere, saying, "How scary! Sister Piao'er is going to hit me."
An Yuan'er hid her small body behind the group of women.
Feeling wronged, helpless, and scared!
The women couldn't stand it and spoke up to defend him.
“Piao’er, you are usually the most dignified and virtuous, but you have really lost your composure today.”
"Piao'er, how can you be such a good older sister? Bullying your younger sister is not how an elder sister should behave."
“Your mother is on the verge of death, yet you are still bullying the younger generation. This is truly disappointing to the elders.”
An Yuan'er wiped away non-existent tears and said, "Aunties and aunts, please don't blame Sister Piao'er. She didn't mean it. She was just worried that Auntie would lose her mind."
The elders nodded: "Yuan'er has really grown up and become sensible."
An Yuan'er disliked this kind of tactic the most, but when dealing with a naive girl like An Piao'er, An Yuan'er felt that she had to follow her path and leave her with nowhere to go.
As expected, An Piao'er went berserk and screamed, "Ah! Ah! Ah! An Yuan'er, I'm not done with you yet!"
The old lady slapped An Piao'er again: "You kneel down in the ancestral temple and go with your good-for-nothing father to reflect on your actions. Your mother and younger brother are still infants, yet you are here shouting and blaming your sister. You are utterly heartless and incredibly stupid."
After being slapped twice, An Piao'er was in a daze, muttering, "This must be a dream, it's not real."
In despair, she rushed toward Zhang Tianshi: "Tianshi, quickly tell everyone that my brother is a precious son, a precious son."
Zhang Tianshi shook his head and said nothing.
"Hahahaha!" An Piao'er laughed maniacally, unable to bear the shock, and fainted.
The old lady was annoyed by what she saw, so she ordered someone to carry An Piao'er to the ancestral hall to kneel down.
An Yuan'er suddenly felt a little regretful. It would be a real shame if she didn't get to see the rest of the good show!
*
For women in this era, childbirth is like walking through the gates of hell.
Lady Lihua's pregnancy was delayed for too long, and she had been experiencing difficult labor.
The midwife rushed out: "Madam, the baby is breech, and you are weak. I'm afraid this pregnancy... Please advise, Madam, should we save the mother or the baby?"
Everyone fell silent. The old lady spoke with difficulty, "That unfilial son has his own wife and his own child. Let him make his own decisions. I'm too old for that; I won't commit such a sin!"
All those present were women. Even though they didn't get along with the First Madam, women already had it tough in this world, so everyone felt a bit more pity for her.
Women everywhere offered prayers and blessings, hoping for a safe delivery for the mother and child.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the servant returned from the ancestral hall.
"Madam, the master means to save the child."
Perhaps for a man, the death of his first wife can lead to a remarriage, but the children are his own.
The old lady closed her eyes to hide her emotions. She waved her hand, signaling the servant to inform the midwife.
The women's expressions were complex, a sense of shared sorrow. If the First Lady could be abandoned by her husband today, it was inevitable that one day they too would be rejected by their husbands.
Men are all fickle, and those who are loyal are few and far between.
Inside the house, the First Madam's voice was shrill and mournful; she was completely unaware that she had already been abandoned.
An Yuan'er's palms were damp with sweat.
She suddenly remembered that in her previous life, she had married the son of the prime minister and was also rejected.
She began to wonder, are all men like this? She shook her head, denying the idea.
At least, her father wasn't like that.
What about Yi Chenli?
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