Three days later, Helan Cheng received Xuanyuan Hao's approval and returned to Xinjiang. All the radishes returned to their own pits. Jiang Yan had a daughter after having three sons.
Only Ye Zhou stayed here for six years. Apart from being involved in the formation of the Yunnan Army, he usually interacted more with Prefect Yun Zhao and Luo Yunyan.
Now that Wang Xipei and Luo Yunyan met, and with the three kites flying out happily, the sound of chirping could be heard incessantly, as if a thousand people were talking endlessly.
In the evening, they drank rice wine and felt a little dizzy. Luo Yunyan asked Wang Xipei, "Do you still like Xuanyuan Huaiyu?"
Wang Xipei's face turned red from drinking and she remained silent.
Luo Yunyan said: "Don't like him, look at his name, Huaiyu, Ren Jiayu, he only has someone else in his heart."
Wang Xipei whispered, "I know. I don't like it that much anymore."
Luo Yunyan said: "My mother is not good to me, very bad, I have decided not to like her."
Wang Xipei also said: "He was not good to me, very bad. I decided I don't like him anymore."
The two of them drank another glass.
Luo Yunyan said: "But my mother is dead, she doesn't know whether I like it or not."
Wang Xipei said: "But whether he dies or not, I know he doesn't like me."
The two of them drank another glass.
Wang Xipei said, "Why is your mother not treating you well? Why would a mother treat her child badly? If she treats you badly, I will scold her for you!"
Luo Yunyan said, "Before I was eighteen, my mother told the whole tribe that my sister was the future high priestess, and that she would help the whole tribe to resist the hundred-year heavenly thunder tribulation. After all, our Gu tribe is a heaven-defying existence. The whole tribe regarded my sister as a sacrifice. Everyone treated her well for eighteen years, and she had everything she wanted. I have been good friends with her since childhood, and Wana, who was engaged when we grew up, also became hers.
When the day of the thunder came, my mother pushed me out to block the lightning. I was struck so hard that I felt like dying. My body was covered with wounds, my tendons and veins were broken, my bones were shattered into powder, and I fell down like a piece of skin and a ball of mud. My mother never looked for me and never cared about me.
The clan leader found me and was at a loss as to what to do with my appearance, so he went to find my mother. My mother and my sister were standing side by side, looking at me with such disgust that I felt like a dead fish in a gutter.
My mother scolded me for being useless, saying it took me so long to block a thunderstorm. The deafening, earth-shaking thunder roared for so long that it scared my sister. She asked, "Don't you know your sister is timid?"
That's not the funniest part. The funniest thing is that for the past ten years, ever since I was eight, my mother has been saying that my sister will need the power of lightning to protect her from future calamities. My mother is a high priestess, and every day at a fixed time, she casts a spell to draw the power of lightning to strengthen my sister. My sister feels the pain from the lightning, and she can't bear it. She cries, and my mother is heartbroken.
Then, every day during these ten years, at that hour, the power of thunder and lightning was drawn into my body, and I had to endure the pain like my heart was being cut open and my bones being gouged out. After I had fused the power of thunder and lightning into warm and gentle yellow beads, my mother would cast a spell and use an air blade to cut me open, take out the beads, and let my sister take them. This step was even more painful than the previous one when thunder and lightning struck my abdomen randomly, cutting open my abdomen to take out the beads.
My sister frowned, and my mother felt distressed. When they cut open my abdomen to remove the pearl, my mother remained calm and even disliked me for moving around, so she made me kneel down and remain motionless while the operation was performed.
Every day around that time, I'd tremble with fear. I'd beg my mother to give each of us a day, or even just one day off every three or five days. The pain was so intense, I was terrified. I knelt and kowtowed, but she didn't care and let me kowtow until my head, face, and body were covered in blood. Finally, she said no. She said I deserved to kneel and kowtow for so long because I'd wanted to let my sister suffer.
One time, the yellow beads formed in my body grew larger, and my sister choked when she tried to swallow them. She complained to my mother and burst into tears. My mother had her maid slap me twenty times, and then put a large round stone in my mouth and made me hold it there all day, forbidding me to drink water or eat anything.
My sister has the power of thunder and lightning, and she has some magic skills taught by my mother. She has bullied me like a dog since I was a child. She used the power of thunder and lightning to cut bloody marks on my body. My mother just hugged her, wiped her sweat, fed her water, and told her not to play too hard.
After I suffered the thunder tribulation, I accepted my fate and planned to die there. My mother took my sister away and didn't care about me.
I should be dead, floating in the air. I saw that those little yellow beads had never merged with my sister. They were still one by one, and now they were rushing out from my sister's body and pounced on my corpse, no, my skin, my flesh paste.
My sister didn't want to open her mouth at first, she wanted to keep those little yellow beads, but when she didn't open her mouth, the little beads rushed out from all over her body, and she was covered in blood.
The little yellow beads pounced on my skin and my flesh. They repaired me. They all melted like ice into water, fusing me together. Some little yellow beads pushed me down from mid-air, and I came back to life.
My mother was cursing me. She used her life as a high priest to save my sister, one life for another. Before she died, she didn't even look at me, she only looked at my sister. She closed her eyes only after she saw my sister come back to life.
This wasn't the end. Before she died, my mother cursed me, transferring all the harm she inflicted on my sister to me. She also blessed my sister, transferring all my merits to her. Seeing all the power of thunder and lightning coming to me and my sister becoming mortal, she knew I would surely become a high priestess. She wanted me to continue serving as a bridesmaid and shield for my sister.
Xi Pei, I once thought I might not be her child, so I could figure it out. In our Gu tribe, both men and women can ask for one thing when they reach adulthood. I only ask for one answer: Is she my biological mother? The mother tree of our Gu tribe tells me she is.
The clan leader said that I kept asking this question that day, and kept asking it...
Xi Pei, look how miserable I am. What others easily get is something I can never get.
And, I've been under this curse my whole life."
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