Chapter 470 Entrusting an Orphan
Birong fell to the cold ground. The silver hairpin in her hair had fallen off at some point, and her hair was stuck to her pale face with traces of tears.
She looked at Feng Ming, who was standing with his hands behind his back not far away. The cold sword was glowing in the twilight, like a sharp blade between life and death.
Nanny Wu's cloudy eyes moved between the two of them.
The old woman, who was over sixty years old, was hunched over like a dead tree, and even her double-breasted jacket embroidered with gold thread could not hide her fatigue.
She turned to look at Birong, her eyes full of pity, "Let her take me there!"
Feng Ming took a step back holding the sword, and a gust of cold wind blew up from his dark suit.
He raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, with a meaningful arc at the corner of his mouth: "Take care, Ma'am."
Birong struggled to stand up, and just as she held onto Nanny Wu's arm, she almost fell down again.
After entering the room, Birong knelt on the ground with a plop, tears falling on the bricks: "Mammy, why did they do this to you? You clearly..."
"Shh..." Nanny Wu covered her mouth tremblingly, her cloudy eyes looking out the window vigilantly, "Walls have ears."
She pulled Birong to sit down beside the bed, and stroked her blushing cheek with her skinny hand, "Don't blame anyone! I have this fate, it's my retribution..."
Crows were crowing outside the window, and Nanny Wu's voice gradually became erratic: "Twenty years ago, the princess was struggling, and I..." The old woman suddenly gasped violently, her knuckles turning white, "In order to help the master gain a firm foothold, I added cinnabar to the medicine of innocent people and mixed arsenic into the charcoal fire..."
Birong stepped back in fear, but was grabbed by Nanny Wu's wrist: "Rong girl, do you think the rules of this mansion are maintained by warmth? Those maids who were pushed into the lotus pond, those servants who were sold..."
The old man suddenly coughed violently, and dark red blood oozed out from between his fingers. "The fact that I am still alive today is already God's forgiveness to me!"
Only then did Birong realize that the skin exposed by the old man's sleeves was covered with dark red scars, like marks of burns from scalding candle wax.
"That's why you..." She choked and suddenly understood why Nanny Wu always protected them, the new girls, behind her.
"If that old guy in the kitchen comes to see you..." Nanny Wu suddenly paused, thinking of Old Wu's wrinkled face.
The two had worked together to deal with countless "accidents", but now that the tree has fallen, who knows if the other party will do something to protect themselves...
She grabbed Birong's hand fiercely, "After I leave, you go find the princess!"
"Princess?" Birong raised her tearful eyes and looked at the old man, "But she and the eldest princess..."
"It's because they don't get along," Nanny Wu stared into her eyes, "She may seem heartless, but she is the kindest person in this mansion."
Birong trembled all over: "But I don't know how to do anything. What can I do when I go to the princess's side?"
Help the princess to deal with the eldest princess? She dare not!
"She doesn't need you to know anything." Nanny Wu forced a sad smile, "Please ask her for mercy and let you leave the mansion. This princess's mansion is a cannibalism!"
"But I grew up in the palace. What can I do if I go out?" Birong burst into tears.
Nanny Wu suddenly coughed violently, and blood seeped from her fingers and dripped onto Birong's sleeves: "The princess has connections outside the palace, in silk shops, rouge shops..."
She suddenly grabbed Birong's shoulders and said, "Promise me that you will find an ordinary family after you get out, and don't..."
The old man suddenly twitched violently, his cloudy eyes staring at the door, "Remember not to get close to the court doctor...they..." Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he closed his eyes forever.
More than ten years ago, when the eldest princess was in the most difficult time, in order to avoid being caught, she could not withstand the poison left by torture, and it finally came into play at this moment.
Birong curled up in front of Nanny Wu's bed, her tears soaking the old woman's faded clothes, but she was unaware that a corner of her black clothes was lifted up and then fell down in the evening breeze among the bamboo shadows outside the window.
When Feng Ming stepped into Beigong You's study, the bronze Boshan furnace was emitting curls of ambergris.
He knelt on one knee, his voice as low as falling into an ice cellar: "Master, Nanny Wu is dead."
Beigong You, who was flipping through the secret letter in front of the case, paused for a moment. His gilded armor flashed a cold light under the candlelight. "He died very quickly. Didn't the princess send anyone to rescue him?"
"My Lord, Nanny Wu had already taken the Crane's Beak Red when she was sent to the Princess's Villa." Feng Ming raised his eyes, the flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes, "I saw with my own eyes that she bit the jade ring to pieces to hide the poison, and the Princess just watched quietly, without even putting down her teacup."
Beigong You suddenly chuckled, and his laughter was filled with years of coldness: "This mother of mine is really cruel. Now she is willing to kill her confidant."
Feng Ming hesitated for a moment, then took out half of a handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus flowers from his sleeve: "Before she died, Madam Wu gave this to Birong, saying, 'Go and ask the princess to do this for young master You'an'."
Beigong You's fingers holding the handkerchief suddenly tightened, and the brocade twisted into a ball in his palm.
"What is Birong's background?" Beigong You threw the handkerchief back into the brazier, watching the flames greedily devour the embroidery thread. "The person that Madam Wu entrusted her with before her death must be someone who is not easy to deal with."
Feng Ming immediately answered, "I entered the mansion with Cuixi five years ago. According to Aunt Liu from the kitchen, Aunt Wu values Cuixi, but she likes Birong very much."
Before she finished speaking, Beigong You interrupted with a sneer: "Madame Wu's methods could even silence a confidant like Cui Xi, but she was willing to let Bi Rong go."
The night wind suddenly broke open the carved window frame, and the candlelight shook violently.
Beigong You stared out the window in a daze for a long time before saying, "If Birong goes to see the princess, there is no need to stop her."
Feng Ming looked worried: "But the princess has always been soft-hearted. If you want to send people out of the house..."
"Send!" Beigong You suddenly turned around, his sleeves sweeping down the brush on the table, "Outside the mansion walls is the touchstone. Those who can survive may still have some value."
At the same time, Lin Miaoyin was half leaning on the sandalwood couch, reading a medical book. In the white porcelain incense burner on the desk, ambergris turned into wisps of smoke rising up.
Amid the lingering sandalwood scent, Yuzhu, the personal maid, hurriedly stepped over the threshold, her voice filled with hesitation and uneasiness: "Princess, Madam Wu... is gone." Lin Miaoyin's hand holding the medical book suddenly tightened, the pages were wrinkled, and the ink-colored handwriting became blurred in front of her eyes.
Countless voices suddenly flooded into her ears, including Nanny Wu's harsh rebukes at her in the mansion, every word was like a needle piercing her heart and making her feel upset; but in another corner of her memory, she clearly recalled the smile that could not be hidden in the corners of Nanny Wu's eyes and eyebrows when she held You'an, and her wrinkles were filled with tenderness.
Lin Miaoyin sighed with a complicated expression and asked softly, "Does Youan know?"
Yuzhu shook her head slightly, her face full of worry: "The little princess is still in class, and the teacher is very strict, so I haven't heard any news yet. But when she comes back, she will definitely know about this!"
She looked at the princess's melancholy expression and couldn't help but think of the past.
At that time, Princess Youan suffered from aphasia at a young age because her master was not with her.
When everyone in the mansion was at a loss as to what to do, it was Nanny Wu who was extremely anxious and asked around for famous doctors and prescriptions.
It is said that every time late at night, when the little princess couldn't sleep and cried incessantly, Nanny Wu would gently hold her in her arms, hum ancient nursery rhymes, and stay by her bed all night long until You'an fell into a deep sleep.
During those days, the bloodshot in Nanny Wu's eyes never disappeared, but she never complained.
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