What is the old saying? Although a wife is wise, it is not as good as a concubine, although a concubine is beautiful, it is not as good as a widow, and although a widow is a demon, it is better not to steal.
The mother who cried bitterly in the middle of the night was deserted outside the door.
The seven-year-old Yi Xiu was curled up in the corner like this, and the gloomy light did not want to approach her. After a long time in the room, the crying finally faded, and there was no one in the room except her.
Mother died.
Yi Xiu's thin and short body stood bent over and approached the gray bed.
The blue, white and gray woman's palms were already cold, and her eyes were wide red, and her sad pupils reflected the helpless sigh of her own daughter.
"Ugh -"
Yi Xiu sighed softly, and held his mother's palm with ten fingers.
This is the last time she shows her true emotions in this Uranara Mansion.
And then...
"Wow, woohoo, woohoo... mother... mother..."
Tears dripped down, and her muffled voice caused a noise outside the door.
"Yi Xiu?"
The pearl-embroidered shoes move lightly and slowly, the pink shirt has a long flag, and the brocade coat is white.
She looked like a dragon, like Fairy Lingbo.
The beautiful woman Uranara Rouze smiled at her with affection in her eyes.
Yi Xiu sneered in his heart, and wept sadly on his face:
"Elder sister, mother... she's dead..."
Soft is weak as a helping ceremony and touch her lightly, like her name is gentle like water.
Yi Xiu didn't cooperate, and if he touched her lightly, if he didn't get up, he would just be sad and ignore his sisters. She half stood up, staggered again, and bumped into the pink shirt and brocade coat.
"Ah -"
Rou Ze panicked, but pushed Yixiu. The flag coat was newly made and embroidered with roses in full bloom. It was very precious. I couldn't let this outsider get dirty.
'Bang '.
Unsurprisingly, Yi Xiu took advantage of the situation and slammed his head into the carved sandalwood bed, causing the corpse to shake.
Covering his painful head, Yi Xiu said in amazement:
"Eldest sister!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the dark embroidered half-robe behind Rouze, and Yi Xiu sobbed in a low voice:
"Does Elder Sister not like me?"
Reaching out to cover his mother's stiff hand, he said incoherently:
"Mother... the outer room... you went... I... leave me..."
Being bullied.
The servant lowered his head and thought of this word in his heart. A few days ago, taking advantage of the strong strength of the male master, Mrs. Uranara, brought back the Chen family and Chen Yixiu from the foreign government, and ordered them to keep the Chen family firmly and send them only some moldy steamed buns every day.
The food was only enough for one person. Chen shi was starving to death for her daughter, and the eldest lady had been listening to the mourning of Chen shi's passing outside the door, not allowing anyone to enter.
The funny thing is that this Mrs. Chen was serious and had a worship meeting with Lord Uranara and drank Acacia wine.
A trace of gloom flashed in Rou Ze's eyes, and he stepped back a few steps like a sad cry:
"How could it be, sister, you are my only sister."
Yi Xiu knew in his heart that she and her sister were not born of the same mother, so her sister killed her mother.
Although her mother didn't usually love her, it was her mother who kept her alive during the days trapped in this strange house.
Yi Xiu was bold, intelligent and wise by nature, but he couldn't even keep a trace of warmth.
How sad?
At a young age, she didn't understand hate, but she knew it was an eyesore, everyone in the room was.
Later, slowly, the people in the house were replaced by Ru Ze, Nian Shilan, the emperor, and his mother-in-law...
The memory gradually dissipated, the queen described as messy, her left pearl earring fell off, the sleeve of her right hand was stained with ashes, and the hem of her bright yellow clothes was burned by fire. She moved her legs and ran carelessly, feeling happy for the first time.
Finally, dead.
"Hahahahaha..."
All the eyesore that people hate is dead.
It's just a pity that the scar on the wound never healed.