Gu Mingxiu was lying in a dark and damp room. The wound on her waist was festering and festering, giving off waves of stench.
It had been two years. She had been sent to this shabby manor for two whole years. As the eldest young mistress of the Jing Duke's Manor, she did not even have a single person to serve tea or water. Not to mention getting medical medicine for her, no one cared if she was dead or alive.
Unexpectedly, someone opened the linen curtain and came in with a white jar in his hand.
The man was dressed in a lake-colored palace silk dress, with a white velvet and fox fur draped over his shoulders. He was already a mother of a child, but he was able to perfectly blend the charm and innocence of a young woman and the innocence of a young girl. No wonder Ye Kangcheng liked her and lost his life for her.
It seemed that she did not expect that the room would be so stinky. The woman covered her mouth with a handkerchief and walked forward slowly with a frown. She called in a soft voice, "Sister..."
Gu Mingxiu no longer had any strength left. She slowly shifted her gaze to the jar in her hand.
This type of clay jar was generally used as a cinerary urn.
In less than half a year after Ye Kangcheng's death, his mother-in-law died of excessive grief. The situation of the Jing Duke's body was getting worse and worse...
The Jing Duke's Manor was either dead or scattered. However, no matter how they changed the situation, the noble Duke's Manor would not be buried on fire. They would even use such a cheap cinerary urn!
Who was in the jar?
Suddenly, she panicked! She stared at the white jar motionlessly.
Gu Lanhui said with a look of self-blame, "Sister, it's my fault that I failed to protect Yanxiu..."
"Yanxiu, what's wrong with him?" Gu Mingxiu was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, and he asked with his eyes wide open.
Gu Lanhui wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and said, "There was a plague when she was infected. Several imperial physicians have seen her and taken a lot of medicine, but she still couldn't keep her. She didn't stay a month ago."
Her son was less than three years old—
When Ye Kangcheng was sentenced to exile, his mother-in-law vented all her resentment on Gu Mingxiu and took away Yan Xiu, who was less than half a year old, from her side. They were not allowed to see each other.
In less than two months, Ye Kangcheng sneaked back to the capital. His younger brother was caught by the Court of Judicial Review and executed!
Her mother-in-law couldn't bear losing her two sons all of a sudden and soon let go of them.
After her mother-in-law died, the child was handed over to Gu Lanhui to raise. She said that she was the aunt of the child and would definitely treat her well.
"To treat him kindly?"
In less than two years, the child was gone.
"Gu Lanhui, you are so vicious that you can't even let go of a two-year-old child!"
The huge grief was like a ruthless big hand grabbing Gu Mingxiu's throat. She couldn't breathe, nor could she resist. She could only stare at the small cinerary urn.
"Yanxiu, my child..."
A mouthful of black blood was spat out. The sick Gu Mingxiu really wanted to hold the small cinerary urn in her arms, but just as she was about to sit up, she fell down powerlessly, staring at Gu Lanhui desperately with her bloody eyes.
"Are you very sad? Very angry? Do you hate me very much?" Gu Lanhui took two steps back with disgust, and the self-blame and sadness in her eyes disappeared in an instant. "Gu Mingxiu, you brought all this on yourself. Who can you blame?"
"He brought it upon himself?"
That's right!
She was the one who insisted on marrying Ye Kangcheng.
Back then, in order to congratulate her gravely ill son, Princess Fukang had sent people to look for an official woman at the age of 15 to be her daughter-in-law on the third day of the fifth month.
Gu Mingxiu was born on the third day of May, and Gu Lanhui was only younger than her mistress. It was the same day.
In order to curry favor with Princess Fukang, the eldest aunt of Duke Yu's Mansion persuaded her father to give up a daughter. In this way, she could move a little bit closer to the position of county magistrate.
Her mother, Mrs. Lu, was naturally unwilling to let Gu Mingxiu marry a sick man who was about to die. However, how could Princess Fukang's son marry a concubine's daughter?
However, Gu Lanhui's thoughts were different. She wanted to marry him.
Coincidentally, on their way to the capital, there was a huge fire that gave Mr. Gu a chance to save the Jing Duke's wife. At a glance, the old madam took a fancy to Gu Mingxiu and engaged Ye Kangcheng to Gu Mingxiu.
But Ye Kangcheng liked Gu Lanhui. He desperately wanted to break off the engagement and exchange her for someone else. He didn't hesitate to threaten his son with his life. Mrs. An loved her son dearly. As long as Mr. Gu could marry into the Jing General Manor through marriage, it didn't matter which daughter he married.
However, Gu Mingxiu was unwilling to give up. Such a good marriage and her husband was a healthy and handsome duke's son. Who else would want to marry him?
She had used all kinds of tricks such as crying, throwing tantrums and seeking death. In the end, she had to marry into the Jing General Manor and become the wife of the heir of a duke.
But Gu Lanhui didn't marry Princess Fukang, but married Ye Kangcheng's brother.
Meeting his lover again, and having a close relationship with him, Ye Kang regained his former feelings and often had a private meeting with Gu Lanhui...
If she hadn't made a big fuss at that time, the entire manor would have known about it and Ye Kangcheng would have lost all his face. The Jing Duke wouldn't have been able to get out of the situation and wouldn't have been thrown out of the manor.
If he hadn't been so strong at that time, he would have suppressed Gu Lanhui in everything. It would have been fine if Ye Kangcheng, who was reckless and impulsive, didn't marry a rich playboy.
Gu Lanhui was right. Who was to blame?
"Don't look at me like that. For the sake of being sisters, I kindly sent Yan Xiu here and let you and your mother reunite." Gu Lanhui sneered and walked forward step by step.
Yan Xiu—
Gu Mingxiu burst into tears! She opened her arms with difficulty and tried to catch it.
The child was her only hope to survive, but now it had become a jar of ashes.
"Clang!" Gu Lanhui's hand suddenly loosened, the jar fell to the ground, and the ash was scattered all over the ground.
"Ah, I'm sorry. My hand slipped!"
"Yan... Xiu..."
Gu Mingxiu's soul and soul were broken and he spat out blood. With endless grief and resentment, he swallowed his last breath and died with a grievance!
He died with hatred at that time, but he didn't drink Grandma Meng's soup or cross the Bridge of Despair. His soul wandered everywhere.
In May of the Qing dynasty, it was raining heavily. The room was foggy, and the quilt was covered with water. It seemed that someone was crying outside and someone was persuading him. His voice was very low, as if he was afraid to quarrel with someone. He was so dizzy that he couldn't hear clearly. With the wind carrying the rain, Gu Mingxiu couldn't help but sneezed!
Suddenly, she stopped crying. Someone lifted the curtain and came in. "Is First Miss awake?"
Gu Mingxiu suddenly opened her eyes. There was a thin tent, a black bed, and two rows of carved treasure boxes at the head of the bed. She also looked at her mother with concern. Everything seemed familiar and distant!
Wasn't this... her room in the city? Didn't Madame Jing die of illness three years ago?
Surprised, she tried to call out, "Mrs. Jing?"
Ning Xueyan's warm palm touched her forehead and quickly withdrew. Concubine Jing touched her forehead and said, "I don't have a fever. Is it a nightmare?"
Gu Mingxiu bit down hard on her arm. It hurt! It wasn't a dream. She had been reborn.
"What are you doing?" Madame Jing grabbed her arm and flicked her sleeves. There were eight bloody teeth marks on her fair wrist.
She hurriedly took out the ointment from the box and tried to persuade her while applying the medicine. "The Second Miss has been kneeling outside for two hours, and she can't get up no matter how hard she tried to persuade you. No matter how angry you are, you can't control your temper now. You didn't let Old Sir see you and said that you bullied her..."
