After hearing these words, Aunt Zhao's pupils froze slightly.
She raised her head numbly and glanced at the maid.
These eyes seemed to have lost all vitality, with empty holes, powerlessness and pain in them. One could even see the wounded soul through these eyes.
After a while.
Aunt Zhao laughed out loud in self-deprecating sadness, then collapsed back onto the bed, closed her eyes and said a few words: "I'm different from her. Miss Shen is Miss Shen, and I am me."
"Now... I suddenly understand a little bit. I understand why the Marquis would make exceptions for her in every way and be so fascinated by her that he promised to be together forever."
"She is indeed different from the women in our backyard."
The things she longed for were not worth mentioning in Shen Wei's eyes.
She wanted to have a boy so that she could have someone to rely on for the rest of her life.
But Chen Wei clearly has it, but he would rather not have it. He would rather use the child in exchange for the opportunity to go out of the mansion to learn martial arts.
She lay in the delivery room in excruciating pain, listening to Xie Yuchuan's cold words "take care of the baby" and watching the midwife holding a pair of scissors and trying to tear open her lower body. She was as miserable as an ant.
But what about Shen Wei?
Chen Wei had the courage to disobey Xie Yuchuan's orders.
Chen Wei dared to block the main door and shouted to save her life.
Such a high-spirited, brave and righteous woman is really dazzling and truly out of her reach.
"Go down, I'm tired and want to sleep for a while."
"Auntie, that servant is gone. You must not be too sad. Your health is the most important thing. Everything will pass."
past?
How to get there?
She will never get through this life.
Aunt Zhao covered her head with a quilt and hid in the darkness, sobbing and crying. She regretted going to the folks to look for some fertility medicine, and she also regretted having confronted Chen Wei. But these...
Nothing is worse than hating yourself for being a woman.
A powerless, manipulated woman without any freedom or dignity.
When Aunt Zhao heard Xie Yuchuan's cold and ruthless order, her heart was broken, and at the same time, the filter that was sealed by the times was also broken.
Aunt Zhao was horrified to discover that Chen Wei's previous ridiculous words were actually true...
It turns out that women of this era are really in the game, so they don’t realize that they are participants in the game.
“Wuwu…”
Aunt Zhao picked up the scissors hidden under her pillow. The sharp blades shone with a cold light. She murmured to herself, "Chen Wei, why are you so kind? Why did you save me..."
"I have no reason to hate you anymore."
"You're right. Every woman in this backyard, including the wife, is nothing more than a captive golden vine kept by the master."
"It's just that there are differences in high and low status."
"In front of the descendants and the family lintel of the Marquisate, I can sacrifice myself without hesitation... So what if it was the mistress? If it was the lady lying in the delivery room that day, the Marquis would have saved the child in the end."
The life of a concubine is not as precious as that of a concubine's son.
Is the mistress's life as precious as that of her legitimate son?
In the final analysis...
The mistress is just a tool for the marriage between the two families, a tool for the continuation of the Marquis's family line and the management of the harem, and a matchmaker to maintain the relationship between the two families. When have they ever been able to make their own decisions?
That's all.
In this world, it’s better not to come.
The last glimmer of life in Aunt Zhao's pupils dimmed. She closed her eyes and cut her wrist hard with a pair of scissors.
Puff——
In an instant.
The skin of her wrist was cut open, and blood kept gushing out. Aunt Zhao opened her eyes wide and looked up at the sky with a wry smile, muttering softly: "Miss Shen, is the hometown you mentioned real?"
"If it's true, after I die, can I be reincarnated there?"
"if........"
"It would be great if women could also become officials and attend school. That way, I would be valuable. If I were valuable, my husband might not want to keep me as a baby when I'm lying in the delivery room..."
"Look at me, I still want my husband to decide my fate. It seems that it's just as you said, there's no hope for women from wealthy families..."
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When Aunt Zhao's suicide was seen by her personal maid.
On the other side, Chen Wei was drawing up a price list for the cake shop.
Chen Wei went to check out the store's decoration style during the day, and it was not much different from what he had imagined. The first floor was a sales counter and a place to display samples, and the second floor was a private room for birthdays.
The prices of cakes in the cake shop are extremely high and are definitely not affordable for ordinary people.
Chen Wei had made plans early on. In ancient times, the gap between the rich and the poor was huge, and ordinary people even had difficulty getting enough food to eat. How could they have the money to buy cakes and sweeten their mouths?
But it is different for the sons and daughters of official families.
They have the best food, clothing and other necessities, and are willing to spend money to save face. The more precious and rare the item is, the more it represents their status, and the more willing they are to spend money to buy it.
"Girl, what do you write on this?"
Chen Wei replied calmly: "Hunger marketing and price."
"What is a hunger camp?"
"That's right. Not everyone is qualified to buy the cakes in my shop. To buy them, you need not only silver, but also other things that give them value."
Speaking of.
Chen Wei took the price list he had drawn up several days ago and placed it on the table, flipping to the first page. "This is the most basic chiffon cake. It costs one or two taels of silver per piece. Anyone with money can buy it."
"Here's a hand-drawn picture, and here's the price tag."
Xiaoman stared at the strange pattern with wide eyes.
She had seen with her own eyes what a cake looked like, and the pattern on the paper in front of her actually depicted the cake vividly.
There were no colored paints on the market, and Chen Wei didn't know what method he used, but he actually mixed colored paints. Then he used sketches to draw the shapes first, and finally colored them. It was truly beautiful.
At the top of the pattern, there is a mark of one tael of silver.
"The second one is a white cream cake. You need to pay a one-time payment of 100 taels of silver to become a VIP of the store before you are eligible to purchase it."
"One hundred taels?" Xiaoman exclaimed.
"The third and final item is a colorful fruit cream cake. Not only does it require a VIP fee, but it also requires exceptional talent. Only those who can match the poem in our shop are eligible to purchase it."
"Also, the private rooms on the second floor of the store are only open to talented and knowledgeable guests."
Xiaoman was confused by what she heard.
She blinked and recovered.
He raised his hand and touched Chen Wei's forehead, and asked worriedly: "Miss, are you sick?"
"Those ladies aren't stupid. Why would they pay a hundred taels of silver to become VIPs of a shop for no reason? And even the cheapest cake costs one tael of silver. One tael... that's the monthly allowance for Xiaoman."
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