She couldn't help but think of the past, and realized how bad she was before. Even after her adoptive mother passed away, she was obsessed with selling her tiled house to redeem Qing'er.
She liked Qing'er and it was right for her to redeem him, but she forgot to treat her best adoptive mother well.
Qin Zichu felt extremely remorseful and tears kept falling. She was too ashamed to face her sister, so she turned around and ran out.
Prince Ancheng and his wife vaguely guessed something, but were not very sure.
King Ancheng said to Zhao Chuchu, "This is what we should do. Your foster mother raised you all, and we shouldn't be ungrateful."
"Thank you, father." Zhao Chuchu nodded, "I'll go check on Zichu."
In a remote corner of the house, a figure was curled up there, her head buried in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly. Even without getting close, one could see the sadness emanating from her.
"Zichu." Zhao Chuchu squatted in front of her and called softly.
Qin Zichu slowly raised his head, revealing a tear-stained face, his eyes red and filled with sadness.
"Don't cry." Zhao Chuchu took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her face.
"Sister, I'm a bastard, I really am a bastard. I don't deserve her to be so nice to me. Maybe, maybe she shouldn't have picked me up in the first place." Qin Zichu choked in his throat, his words full of guilt and regret.
Only now did she understand how miserable her life had been in the past. She didn't blame the people in the village for not liking her, nor did she blame Qing'er for not wanting to believe her. She deserved it all.
Qin Zichu suddenly stretched out his hand and hit his head with all his might.
When Zhao Chuchu saw her angry look, she immediately stopped her and her face became serious.
"Qin Zichu, since you feel guilty, you should live a good life." Zhao Chuchu said word by word.
Qin Zichu's eyes were blank. Zhao Chuchu's stern face softened when she saw her like this: "Zichu, why did your adoptive mother pick you up? Because she wanted you to live, otherwise you would have died long ago. You shouldn't hit yourself. Your adoptive mother couldn't bear to hit you, so why did you hit yourself? If she knew, she would be so distressed.
I have your memories, and I remember your interactions. Zichu, I want to tell you this: Your adoptive mother loved you, cherishing you as if you were her own daughter. She never blamed you. Do you know what the villagers told you was the most common phrase your adoptive mother uttered before her death?
She said: "If I leave, what will happen to my Chuchu? Although my Chuchu is a bad boy, she doesn't blame me in her heart. I hope you will take good care of her in the future. If I leave, she will be all alone."
Zhao Chuchu's words made Qin Zichu even more devastated. Tears fell like beads from a broken string, dripping onto the ground and wetting the land.
"So, you have to live well and happily. Only in this way can she rest in peace in another world. Until?"
Qin Zichu bit his lip and nodded.
Zhao Chuchu didn't stay for long, leaving Qin Zichu some private space, allowing her to think quietly and not get stuck on the trivial matters.
"Is she okay?" Zhao Chuchu came back and met Qing'er who looked worried.
"It's okay, don't worry."
Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief.
King An Cheng was very efficient in his work. He was delighted to have recognized his own daughter, so he quickly made preparations and held a grand ceremony to recognize his ancestors.
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