Chapter 149 The Story of Xiao Jiuzhu and Pei Ji's Mother
Zijuan guessed that the person wouldn't attack for the time being, so she quickly ran to Shengsheng's side, fearing that something might happen to her princess.
Xiao Jiuzhu smiled helplessly. It seemed that he hadn't handled the situation well and had scared the child.
"Sorry, I used too much force."
Zhui Feng remained wary, subtly moving a little closer to him and coldly asking, "Who exactly are you?"
Pei Ji also stared intently at the man who claimed to know his mother.
Even the seemingly obedient little dumpling looking at him with wariness in its eyes.
Xiao Jiuzhu chuckled to herself, and when she laughed, she found him rather handsome.
The man looked to be only in his early thirties, but a few strands of silver had already appeared at his temples, making his hawk-like eyes appear even sharper. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes solidified into icy lines when he smiled.
There was a short, faint scar on the bridge of his nose, slanting across it, adding a touch of menace to his already sharp features.
His hands, calloused from years of wielding a sword, give him the image of a cold-blooded swordsman, yet he has a somewhat... well, fond of teasing children (?).
After a long while, Xiao Jiuzhu sighed, took out a moon-white handkerchief from her bosom, and did so with great care and delicacy.
Pei Ji paused, noticing a small, pale blue rose embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief.
Roses are the white beauty's favorite flower, especially the light blue ones.
They had nothing of value in the Song palace, except for a corner outside the window where the roses were blooming profusely.
This is his mother's handkerchief!
Pei Ji was startled and instinctively took two steps forward, his tone urgent: "These are my mother's things. Have you seen my mother before?!"
As he spoke, Pei Ji reached out to take the handkerchief to examine it more closely, but Xiao Jiuzhu dodged him, preventing him from getting it.
Xiao Jiuzhu carefully folded the handkerchief and put it back into the small pocket on her left breast. She treated it like a precious treasure, and anyone who didn't know better would think that the handkerchief was made of gold.
Pei Ji paused, calming down slightly.
Not to mention the distance between the states of Song and Yu, Bai Meiren's status was not high, and no one cared about Pei Ji. No matter how much Bai Meiren missed her son, she could not send him a letter.
The mother and son have not been in contact for more than three years.
That's why he was so excited when he saw his mother's keepsake.
After calming down, Pei Ji no longer doubted whether the person in front of him was related to his mother. Xiao Jiuzhu was so careful and attentive even to Bai Meiren's handkerchief, and considering what Xiao Jiuzhu had just said—
Could this person be someone my mother knew before she entered the palace?
Pei Ji was filled with doubt and didn't know how to start the conversation. He had never heard his mother mention anything about this man.
Fortunately, Sheng Sheng wasn't afraid of embarrassment and asked directly, "Uncle, are you and Pei Ji's mother good friends?"
Xiao Jiuzhu didn't notice that the little dumpling had unknowingly added the word "uncle" to his address to get closer to him, and when he heard the words "good friend," he showed a complicated expression.
His eyes flashed with a mixture of cherishing, regret, guilt, and sweetness.
That look was so heavy, it contained so many emotions.
Sheng Sheng couldn't quite understand what was hidden beneath those eyes.
It's like—missing out on your most precious treasure?
After a long pause, Sheng Sheng heard him sigh and nod sadly, "Yes, I am her good friend."
The man raised his head, looking at the full moon in the night sky, and his thoughts drifted back to the winter thirteen years ago.
Thirteen years ago, in a small village on the outskirts of the capital of the Song Dynasty.
The night was hazy, the wind was biting, and a light rain fell, which was blown around by the wind, rendering the oil-paper umbrellas that were being held up useless.
Bai Yue shielded her head with her hands and hurriedly ran down the bumpy mountain road.
Today is the anniversary of my parents' death. My father and mother are buried together on the mountainside. I will come to offer incense to my parents.
When she was thirteen, her parents accidentally fell off a cliff and died. After that, she was all alone in the family. She managed to survive by relying on her small plot of land and the help of her neighbor.
Four years have passed, and Bai Yue has grown into a beautiful young woman. At seventeen, she is pure and charming. Many people in the village, seeing that she is pretty and an orphan, always bully her openly and secretly, trying to take advantage of her.
Especially the village chief's eldest son, who, relying on his father's position as village chief, was domineering and loved drinking and gambling. He would always go to the Bai family to harass Bai Yue after getting drunk, and then use being drunk as an excuse when he woke up.
He is the village chief's son, and Bai Yue, an orphan, has to survive in the village, so she has to go to great lengths to deal with him.
Fortunately, the aunt next door would always protect her when she saw her, which allowed her to barely get through the days unscathed.
Yesterday, the village chief's son came to harass her again. Bai Yue felt helpless and aggrieved. This afternoon, when she came up the mountain to pay respects to her parents, she couldn't help but kneel in front of their graves and cry. She lost track of time until the rain soaked her body and she realized it was already night.
Bai Yue ran to the foot of the mountain, and although the rain was not heavy, her clothes were still mostly wet.
Just as I was about to go home, I suddenly smelled a bloody odor.
Bai Yue paused, then saw a person lying in a messy pile of grass, with bright red blood flowing out with the rain.
"Ah!" Bai Yue exclaimed in surprise.
Bai Yue felt a little scared, but more than that, she was worried about whether the person was alive or dead. Having experienced the deaths of her parents, Bai Yue didn't want to watch someone die right before her eyes.
Bai Yue hesitated before stepping forward, parting the haystack, and a face covered in blood appeared before her. The face was obscured, the breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible, and there were large and small wounds on the body, as if it had been stabbed.
"Ah, so much blood! Could this person be being chased by enemies?"
Bai Yue was startled again. This person looked like he had been fighting and had fled to their village. If he was being chased by enemies, wouldn't it be asking for trouble if she saved him?
Bai Yue was hesitating whether to leave when the man covered in blood suddenly opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes looking somewhat ferocious and ugly.
The man suddenly grabbed Bai Yue's arm, and blood splattered on her body. Bai Yue was so frightened that she dared not move.
"Help me..."
After saying that, the man fainted again.
Bai Yue was soaked to the bone, her face turning deathly pale as she looked at the blood on her body.
After a long while, Bai Yue finally managed to drag the man home with great difficulty.
The rain gradually intensified, and the bloodstains on the ground were quickly washed away.
...
As Xiao Jiuzhu recalled this, a faint smile appeared in her eyes, as if she were still immersed in the memory.
"Sheng Sheng understands now. This man is you, Uncle, and Bai Yue is Pei Ji's mother, right?"
The little dumpling glanced at Pei Ji, seeking his approval.
Pei Ji nodded: "That is indeed my mother's name."
Having received the correct answer, Sheng Sheng clapped excitedly, already imagining 108 sequels to the hero's rescue.
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