The seeds of hatred, nourished over the years, have long taken root in her heart, growing into towering trees, their roots deeply embedded in her bones and blood, tornting and reminding her day and night, unable to let go, only slaughter can bring peace.
This path is destined to be lonely, she has no way back.
"Don’t think too much now, taking care of your health is the priority. This congenital heart disease is not untreatable; as long as you take good care of yourself, living to a hundred or eighty years is not a problem. In any case, with your master here, he won’t let you die."
Zhang Huasheng raised his hand to tuck her in, speaking earnestly.
Yun Ya was well aware that such an illness was incurable by dical ans. Maybe one day, she’d just never wake up again. She had to avoid emotional agitation, depression, like a sword hanging over her head at all tis, not knowing when it would fall...
She looked at her own hands, soft, elegant, and beautiful like a work of art.
These hands... saved many people, yet ultimately could not save herself.
She closed her eyes and sighed lightly, "Actually, in this life, fate hasn’t treated poorly. I have no regrets, except for one person... in the end, I will fail him..."
The sorrow in her eyes was so thick it almost lted away.
Zhang Huasheng felt a tightening of sorrow in his heart.
In the past life, he eventually left her. At the mont of death, she actually felt relieved. How wonderful, he might feel sad at most knowing she had died. She was just a "fickle" woman, and he saw through her "true nature." Ultimately, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, and he resolutely left her.
Because of her inferiority, her fear, her insecurity, she finally pushed him out of her world step by step.
In the end, she still failed to live up to his deep affection.
And in this life? She kept a respectful distance from him from the beginning. She ca from Hell, unqualified for a beautiful love, and didn’t want to drag him into this whirlpool. Yet such a fiery, sun-like man, whose eyes and heart only have her... was the obsession she sought in both lifetis. She thought, maybe she could have happiness...
Yet she was wrong, completely wrong. She was a child cursed by heaven, born with sin, how could soone so full of sin possess happiness?
She couldn’t cry, couldn’t laugh, couldn’t be angry, couldn’t be sad... Apart from silently accepting it and moving towards that predetermined path, what else could she do?
She doesn’t owe heaven, doesn’t owe earth, doesn’t owe anyone, she only owes him.
Brother Yan, I’m sorry... Yaya can’t walk with you any further. After walking for so long, I’m so tired, so tired, I want to rest...
Seeing the gentle yet indifferent expression on her face, Zhang Huasheng felt a chill in his heart, "Yun Ya... don’t scare your master..."
This child had so ntal issues, once she got into a blind spot, it would be troubleso.
But this issue, unless she figured it out herself, others might as well talk till they’re blue in the face.
Yun Ya smiled gently, serene and beautiful like an angel, yet making Zhang Huasheng deeply alard.
"Master, what are you worried about?"
"Yun Ya." Zhang Huasheng sighed, "No matter what choice you make, Master will always be on your side."
"Thank you, Master." Her tone was exceptionally gentle, yet clearly devoid of any emotion.
——
Zhang Huasheng left Yun Ya’s room, instructing Xiao Nan and Ah Hua to closely watch over Yun Ya. He noticed the old scars on Yun Ya’s arm, fearing this child had a tendency for self-harm. Her ntal issues were already very severe, and if things went wrong, this child might do sothing even more extre.
Xiao Nan and Ah Hua dared not slack off, staying close to Yun Ya.
Zhang Huasheng stord directly to the fifth floor, only to be stopped by Butler Ziyu at the stairway entrance. With a smiling face, Butler Ziyu said, "Divine Doctor, is there sothing you need?"
Zhang Huasheng kept a cold face and said in a deep voice, "I wish to see Ji Lanyi."
This na was long a taboo. How could anyone know about this person...?
Butler Ziyu squinted instantly, as two soldiers appeared behind him, imposing with aggression.
Butler Ziyu waved his hand, intending to capture and interrogate this person first.
Zhang Huasheng snorted coldly, waving his sleeve, "Ask your queen if she still recognizes her mother?"
Butler Ziyu cautiously scrutinized him, "Who exactly are you?"
"Mu Qingci." Zhang Huasheng bit out the na through clenched teeth.
Butler Ziyu realized this person was unusual and might have so connection to the queen, daring not to delay, first instructed to detain him, then ran off to report to the queen.
Soon, Zhang Huasheng was respectfully invited to the fifth floor by Butler Ziyu.
Butler Ziyu led him there, then turned to close the door and left.
Zhang Huasheng took a few steps, seeing that graceful figure standing by the window. He let out a cold laugh, "Heaven’s wrongdoing can be forgiven, self-inflicted sins cannot live. Treating Yun Ya so harshly, how can you face your mother after death?"
The woman brushed her wide skirt aside, her silhouette exuding an elegant charm.
"Sorry, mother to is just a stranger term." Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm amidst the calmness.
"Your mother was a woman of noble character, gentle, beautiful, loyal, and kind. She endured all sorts of hardships to bring you into this world not so you could commit harm, using even your own flesh and blood to tornt and manipulate. If she were alive, seeing you like this now, how heartbroken would she be?"
"Unfortunately, she’s already dead." With a playful curl of her lips, the woman turned around, her brows defiant and cold like a phoenix aloof in the heavens, dismissive of the mundane below.
"It was her kindness that destroyed her, dying so tragically... tut, tut." The woman mocked, her gaze indifferent.
Zhang Huasheng felt fear at the woman’s cold-bloodedness. How cold-hearted must one be to speak of their mother in such a casually sarcastic manner?
"I won’t allow you to insult her." Zhang Huasheng clenched his fists, his mustache flaring with anger.
"Hehe." The woman chuckled, her laughter carrying an indiscernible aning.
Zhang Huasheng tightened his fists and took a deep breath.
"Know when to stop. I don’t ask you to turn good, but Yun Ya, she is your only daughter, the flesh and blood you bore for ten months. Can you really bear to torture her like this? Her body can no longer endure this. I’ll take her away, far away, and she’ll never appear before you again."
The woman looked at him seriously, then shook her head with a smile, "But she might not think so. Your wishful thinking is truly laughable."
"She just hasn’t figured it out." Zhang Huasheng said firmly, "She will understand sooner or later."
"You can ask her if she’s willing to leave with you or stay and be an esteed princess?"
The answer was obvious.
The daughter she bore herself, she knew all too well.
A slight curl of her lips, the woman smiled with playful iciness.
"I hope you won’t regret it." Zhang Huasheng snorted and turned to leave.
This woman was too inscrutable because you never knew what she was thinking. How could you win if you couldn’t grasp her pattern?
Zhang Huasheng, ultimately defeated, left.
He stood in the morning light, sighed deeply, "Senior Sister, oh Senior Sister, you were such a good woman, yet why did you give birth to such a daughter?"
Fate plays tricks.
The empty room instantly fell silent. The woman stood still by the window, the warm breeze brushing her skirt, creating a magnificent arc in the morning light. Her peerless figure exuded an iron-blooded coldness and indifference.
"Regret?"
A soft whisper dissipated in the wind, alongside the faint smile on the woman’s lips, like a dream.
If I don’t enter Hell, who will?
——
"Master, the young lady is temporarily out of danger. I will leave soone to protect her in secret, but we can’t stay here any longer."
The young man closed his eyes in deep sorrow, "She’s sick again."
Thinking of her lying pale on the bed, enduring the tornt of illness, he wished he could bear it for her.
"I just checked, Miss is no longer in serious condition. Doctor Zhang is by her side, taking care of her health. He is her master and also a descendant of the Hua family, skilled in dicine. With him there, Master, you can be at ease."
Even so, how could he leave with peace of mind?
His sister, who had cared for him since childhood, never lived a single peaceful day. Now, for his sake, she stepped into this den of wolves. Whenever he thought of the tornt she suffered, he wished he could tear the culprit into pieces.
But now, except for enduring, he could do nothing.
"Master, if we want to rescue Miss, we must beco strong. By then, even the Queen will have to obediently hand over Miss." Helian Mingyue advised softly.
The young man clenched his fists, then relaxed them, the light in his eyes flickering and eventually sothing settled in his eyes.
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