Himmlischer König - Kapitel 57
"Xiao Ci..."
"Don't call my name, I don't want to hear you speak—"
Snap—
She slapped her mother hard across her tearful face.
"You vile woman, you don't deserve to be my mother! Why don't you just die?! Why don't you just die?! If you died, no one would laugh at me, it would be best if you died!!"
She screamed loudly.
Ignoring her mother's shocked and bewildered expression as she covered her face with her hand, she simply cried out loudly and recklessly before turning and running into the cold, desolate night.
This time, however, there was no longer a desperate cry for her from behind.
When it gets light.
Having spent the entire night by the pond, she was both hungry and exhausted. In the end, she dragged her weary body back to the small courtyard, because this was still her only home.
Exhausted, she pushed open the door and reluctantly called out, "Mother, I'm hungry..."
No one answered her.
The moment she pushed open the door, a gust of cold wind rushed in, instantly chilling her from head to toe. The fifteen-year-old girl stood frozen in the doorway like a fossil, her eyes wide with shock, her face deathly pale.
The first thing she saw was her mother's feet.
Her shoulders trembled violently, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her trembling gaze followed the feet upwards to a shocking sight: a white silk ribbon hanging from the roof beam, wrapped around her mother's incredibly slender neck...
My mother's body, stiff from being dead for so long, hung from mid-air like a withered flower, swaying in the wind...
That woman, who had spent her entire life enduring hardship and making concessions, ultimately obeyed her only daughter's request at the last moment, and walked the road to the underworld with a heart full of sorrow...
A stronger gust of cold wind blew in through the open window...
A cold wind blew towards her standing at the door, and also suddenly stirred up the delicate pink silk flowers and a pure white piece of paper on the table. Instantly, the entire room was filled with countless beautiful silk flowers fluttering about... like a room full of light snowflakes, dancing coldly and recklessly before Murong Ci...
Those were—beautiful silk flowers that her mother had made for her by hand…
She thought her daughter liked these silk flowers, so she made so many silk flowers for her daughter, each one a different style, each one so beautiful and lifelike...
The white paper, before Murong Ci's eyes, amidst the fluttering silk flowers and the cold wind, traced a faint arc before slowly drifting to the ground. On the paper, there was only a line of ink stained with tears…
Xiao Ci, your mother is not a lowly woman...
It was just a single line, yet it represented the final vestige of dignity that this woman, who had lived a life of misery and was constantly looked down upon, desperately wanted from her beloved daughter on her deathbed…
In this world, anyone can mistreat her mother, but she alone cannot!
Pain and sorrow overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
She stared blankly at her mother's stiff body hanging in mid-air, scalding tears streaming from her wide eyes. She finally understood the cruelty before her. She trembled, swayed, and collapsed to her knees, wailing in heart-wrenching sobs...
"mother……"
Her mother, even though others cursed her, looked down on her, and called her lowly, was the person who loved her the most in the world and was willing to give up everything for her.
And from then on—
There will never be another mother in this world who would hold her tightly and cry with her every time she was wronged.
Fifteen-year-old Murong Ci had lost her mother!
[Scarlet Nightmare Silk Tears] (Complete)
Inside the cold dungeon.
The old lady of the Murong family, the master of the Murong manor, the master's wife, the elderly, women, children, servants, and more than a hundred people were all trapped in a cell, and no one spoke.
Hua Chen was covered in wounds, leaning against the stone fence, his eyes dull and lifeless.
He seemed half-dead; hot, desperate tears mingled with the blood on his face, streaming down his colorless eyes…
Six years of waiting.
He finally waited for his little sister, Murong Ci, but today's Murong Ci was no longer the stubborn fifteen-year-old girl who would not shed a tear even when she was wronged.
His tears streamed down his face, soaking his scarlet clothes.
Why does she demean herself like this? Why can't she be brave and strong enough to live a good life?! Does she really want to live such a lowly life...?
Could she really be willing—
creak—
A sliver of light slowly pierced through, and the rusty iron door of the cold dungeon was gently pushed open by a blood-soaked hand...
The sound of the door opening was exceptionally clear in the cold, deathly silent dungeon.
It seemed someone was staggering in...
Inside the stone cell.
Hua Chen raised his head.
The members of the Murong family—the old lady, the master of the Murong estate, Madam Murong, the elderly, women, children, servants, and maids—all stared at the person who appeared, staggering and swaying, in that instant.
I was stunned!