pjbooks Chapter 194
Chapter 194
The woman gently shook her head and gave a faint smile. “I know my own illness. Mother, you don’t need to comfort me. After I leave, I ask you to adopt another child from the clan. I have already chosen one for you, and my people will bring the child to us.”
"That child is healthy, smart, well-behaved, and exceptionally filial. His parents will definitely love him."
The middle-aged woman grasped her hand, sobbing uncontrollably, "Your parents only have you as their child, you are their only daughter."
Her mother had always been the most serious and composed person in the family, rarely smiling. Even when she was in school and the teacher praised her, her mother would only say lightly, "Avoid arrogance and impetuosity, and you will achieve great things."
Someone who never shows their emotions would cry so miserably.
The woman felt even more guilty. Her parents had raised her for twenty years, yet she was unable to be by their side to serve them in their old age, causing them to bury their child.
"mother……"
"Stop talking. Just stay here and rest. I will search the whole country for the best doctors to cure you. If all else fails, I will take you to the capital to find a doctor and ask for help from the imperial physicians. I will definitely cure you!"
Even if it means going bankrupt, I'm willing to do it.
As she spoke, she got up to leave, unable to bear seeing her daughter in this state any longer, and unwilling to hear her words that sounded like her last will and testament.
The woman clung tightly to her robe, coughing violently as she gasped for breath, her vision blurred, yet she did not loosen her grip even slightly.
Bright red blood gushed uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, staining the blanket red and spreading the stench of blood. She was as frail as a willow in the breeze, as if she would be blown away by a gust of wind.
The middle-aged woman was shocked and hurriedly tried to call for a doctor, but the woman held onto her robe tightly.
"Mother...don't go, listen to me..."
"Don't say anymore, my Wen'er will get better, don't say anymore..."
"mother!"
The woman's eyes were filled with tears, yet her gaze held an undeniable stubbornness; her hands, gripping her robes, trembled violently.
"Mother... my illness is beyond cure, and there is no way to save me. For the last three months, all I want is to stay by my parents' side. Please grant my request!"
She got off the bed with trembling legs, knelt down in front of the middle-aged woman, and slammed her knees to the ground, her thin back hunched over.
"Mother, please grant my request!"
"What are you doing! Get up! Mother promises you! Get up!"
The middle-aged woman held her and then realized that her daughter had become so thin, just a skeleton. Her white undergarment hung loosely on her body, and her once fair and delicate hands were now bony and skeletal.
My once beautiful and poised daughter has now turned into this.
The middle-aged woman could no longer contain her grief and hugged her, crying.
"My son, what sins have I committed to deserve such punishment!"
The woman simply held her, tears silently streaming from her eyes.
Nalan Jingwen simply watched quietly from behind the screen, his expression indifferent, but his heart was churning with turbulent emotions.
She had never experienced family affection; she had always walked alone in the darkness, forging her own path to success through trials and tribulations.
But ever since she came to this continent and met Nalan Fengxing, she didn't know if kinship was like this, but Nalan Fengxing was indeed very good to her, even unconditionally good, without asking for anything in return.
She had her own selfish motives. If their relationship could continue, she was willing to be a mediocre and wise king in Fengtian for the rest of her life. If Nalan Fengxing was willing to believe in her, she was also willing to protect the territory of Fengtian for her and unconditionally support her.
The two people in front of her were actually mothers who shed tears for their daughters. This was a kind of affection that she had never felt before. If this woman was her, then did she also have parents who loved her?
Beneath his wide robes, Nalan Jingwen's hands were clenched tightly, his face extremely calm, but his gaze never left the mother and daughter who were embracing.
……
Everything before his eyes underwent another dramatic change, but Nalan Jingwen seemed to have gotten used to it and stood there quietly.
The woman sat in front of her dressing table, looking at her pale, translucent face. She raised her hand to touch it, her sharp brows furrowing slightly. She stared blankly for a long time before finally picking up the face powder from the table and slowly applying it to her face, covering up her sickly appearance. She then applied lip rouge, and her entire face seemed to regain its vitality, her complexion improving considerably.
She looked at it until she was satisfied before putting down the box in her hand, slightly out of breath. Just doing these simple actions had already exhausted most of her strength.
She leaned against the stage, her head slightly tilted, the strands of hair falling down her temples, partially obscuring her sharp eyebrows and eyes, making her appear exceptionally gentle.
Nalan Jingwen followed her gaze and saw a box of kites. He counted about seven or eight of them, all well-preserved and neatly arranged.
After a moment, the woman slowly stood up and walked over. With difficulty, she picked up the box, sat down on a chair, and placed it on her lap. She took out the kites one by one, gently wiping away the dust with extremely tender and affectionate movements. As if remembering something, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and her eyes, which had been filled with ice for millennia, melted away.
"I wish to be a tree deep in the mountains, with branches intertwined and interdependent..."
"..."
There was another sound outside the window. The woman paused slightly, closed the box, placed it aside, and looked up at the person who had come in.
"coming?"
The boy had already grown into an exceptionally handsome young man. He was tall and straight, with a gentle and beautiful face adorned with a bright smile. His eyes were dark and bright, sparkling with light. Even in coarse linen clothes, his extraordinary charm could not be concealed.
The Liu Qishan of today is young and inexperienced, with a cheerful personality, quite different from the Liu Qishan that Nalan Jingwen encountered.
Liu Qishan walked up to her, his eyes lit up, and he said, "You look so beautiful today."
The woman smiled gently, took his hand, and took out a handkerchief from her bosom to carefully wipe the stains off his hands.
Liu Qishan was a little embarrassed. She looked away and said with a blush, "I came here without washing my hands after finishing work. You won't mind, will you?"
"When have I ever looked down on Qishan?"
Liu Qishan thought for a moment and nodded.
That's true. She'd seen me in even more disheveled state. This time, I changed my clothes and was in such a hurry to see her that I forgot to wash my hands. Luckily, she didn't mind.
Liu Qishan plopped down next to her and watched her wipe his hands.
She is so gentle; marrying her would be an extremely happy thing.
He blushed, shook his head, and banished the thought from his mind. She was such a good person, and came from a prominent family. Many men admired her, so there was no way he could be the one for her.
"Are you almost recovered?"