Chapter 422: Death of Innocence
It was as if something was crushed silently.
Ning Wanshuang's heart twitched violently, and there was a breath stuck in her throat, making her feel torn.
Cheng Huan felt relieved after hearing what he said.
He continued, "Brother Chengyu... The reason why I want to harm him is because Empress Hui said that the mother raised her son so that he could strive for success and compete for the throne. If the son strives for success, perhaps the father will treat the mother well in the future..."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked up, staring through the gap between the diamond-shaped windows at the magnolia tree in the courtyard that was almost in full bloom.
Unconsciously, hatred and tears filled my eyes.
"I don't want my mother to cry in front of the magnolia tree in the palace anymore... Since I went to the Shangshufang, my son has been studying hard. In fact, my father had already looked at me differently. But when my brother Chengyu came back, everything changed..."
His expression gradually became more and more depressed, and his tone was extremely frustrated.
"My father treated my brother Chengyu very well. The way he looked at him was completely different from the way he looked at me. Not long after that, my father even said that he wanted to make him the crown prince. I didn't want to disappoint my mother, so I wanted to be the crown prince, I wanted to be the crown prince..."
Cheng Huan took a deep breath to stop sobbing, looked at Ning Wan Shuang with tears in his eyes, and said a little aggrievedly:
"I want my mother to be good to me for the rest of my life."
Perhaps, in the eyes of others, Cheng Huan is complicated, unbearable, and an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.
But Ning Wanshuang has always believed it without a doubt.
Her Chenghuan, her son, was definitely not an irredeemable bad guy.
At this moment, she held Cheng Huan in her arms and said in tears:
"Silly child, why are you doing this? Mother's kindness to you is not due to these things. From the day that Mother raised you, Mother has already regarded you as her own son. All Mother wishes is for you to be safe and healthy."
"Son knows." Cheng Huan nodded obediently, his eyes were misty, filled with a layer of water vapor that could not be dispersed.
After a while, I don't know what I recalled, but I smiled.
"I will always remember the mother who wiped my body every day, the mother who boiled medicine for me every day, and the mother who stayed by my side for three days without closing her eyes when I had a high fever..."
Ning Wanshuang felt as if her heart was filled with mixed feelings, with a mixture of bitterness and dull pain, which continued to hit her emotions which were on the verge of collapse.
yes,
In the eyes of her children, she will always be the best mother.
But in the end, she was hiding something from her child.
Ning Wanshuang looked at Cheng Huan reluctantly and shook her head sadly.
"Mother is not as good as you say..."
She subconsciously glanced at the medicine simmering on the stove beside her, "Actually, mother..."
"My son knows." Cheng Huan interrupted Ning Wan Shuang and said lightly:
"Son knows, mother, I have changed his medicine."
This light sentence made Ning Wanshuang's scalp tingle.
She panicked and wanted to explain.
But Cheng Huan still smiled at her.
That smile was bright, just like the countless happy times the mother and son had spent alone together in the past.
"I take that medicine every day, and I am the only one who knows how bitter it is. But the medicine that my mother gave me that day was sweet, and it was not bitter anymore."
Cheng Huan heaved a long sigh of relief, and smiled even sweeter.
"That's great. Actually, I don't like to suffer at all. Mother always tells me that after suffering, there will be sweetness. So now that I have suffered enough, I can finally enjoy the sweetness."
After hearing what Cheng Huan said, Ning Wan Shuang couldn't stop crying.
Her thin lips trembled violently, and between her teeth she could only utter the three words "I'm sorry" guiltily.
In Cheng Huan's eyes,
Her mother was always unrestrained and bright, a beautiful woman that all the concubines feared.
He had never seen his mother so sad.
Seeing his mother sad, he could only wipe the tears from her cheeks with his small hands helplessly.
"Don't cry, mother. I have never blamed you. I heard everything that mother and Judge Guo said in private that day. I feel very uncomfortable every day and I couldn't hold on any longer. Now it's good. I don't have to drink those bitter medicines anymore, and I don't have to soak in the medicine soup for two or three hours every day."
As he spoke, he even had the energy to quietly joke with Ning Wanshuang:
"In fact, mother doesn't know, right? My son has been soaking in the medicinal soup for such a long time, and now he is still like mother, a landlubber~"
Perhaps it's because he had one foot in the gate of hell since he was born.
So when facing life and death,
Cheng Huan is surprisingly strong, and also heartbreakingly strong.
Ning Wanshuang tried her best to calm her excitement and hugged Cheng Huan tightly in her arms.
Listen to Cheng Huan ask her in a slightly tired voice,
"Mother, my son...did I disappoint you?"
"No." Ning Wanshuang shook her head vigorously. "Cheng Huan has never let Mother down. You are the best. You have always been a good son that Mother is proud of."
After hearing this, Cheng Huan finally closed his eyes peacefully in Ning Wan Shuang's arms.
He enjoyed his mother's embrace.
Just like when he was a child, he always stayed in Ning Wanshuang's arms and said that his body was itchy and painful.
"Mother, I really miss you so much. Mother, do you think there is an afterlife?"
He asked himself and answered, "If there is an afterlife, can mother be my real mother? I don't want to get this disease again, so that I can stay with mother forever..."
Ning Wanshuang burst into tears and responded incoherently.
"Okay, Auntie promises you."
The child lay quietly in Ning Wanshuang's arms.
Just like when he first met his mother, he pestered her and acted like a spoiled child, asking Ning Wanshuang to sing nursery rhymes to him.
His eyelids became heavier and heavier, but the smile on his lips was full of expectations for the future.
Following the song, I finally felt full of happiness, whispering softly,
"Thank you, mother."
"Cheng Huan... likes A Niang very much."
On the seventh day of the sixth month in the ninth year of Qiyuan, the eldest son of the emperor, Xiao Chenghuan, died at the age of six.
On that day, a memorial ceremony was held for Princess Jinghe, and the emperor suspended court for two days as the whole country mourned.
[Let me say this a little. I wrote all the stories about the villains being killed in this book in a very uncomfortable and depressing way. I don’t think these people are completely bad, nor do I think the heroine is a completely good person. In my eyes, they are all just people with flesh and blood. Whether they are the protagonist or the supporting role, I write about them as if they really existed. And people are inherently complex and multifaceted. Okay, I’m done with the rambling. Let’s get back to my normal mood! Starting tomorrow, we’ll officially enter the last part of the full text and start slaying the dragon! ]
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