novelhk Chapter 151 The truth about death
Chapter 151 The truth about death
"As for this matter, it was actually a long time before I even understood the reason."
Her gaze passed Shu Wanwan and looked into the distance, as if she was lost in memories of the past.
"I always thought I killed my mother."
These words are like a heavy shackle, making it hard to breathe.
"I have been living in self-blame for a long time."
Over the long years, this self-blame and deep guilt followed me like a shadow, as if it had become an unbearable burden for life.
“It was much later that I realized…”
"My mother was killed by him."
These words are filled with sorrow.
Recalling that painful past, the pain in my heart becomes more intense.
My thoughts drift back to a certain moment in the past.
"Remember the midwife? She brought a girl to deliver the baby."
After hearing Dai Yan's words, Shu Wanwan tried hard to recall, and the vague figure gradually emerged in her mind.
Indeed, there seemed to be such a girl, but she did not attract much attention at the time.
For characters that people don't know in depth, they tend to be regarded as insignificant supporting roles and thus naturally ignored.
So, when Dai Yan didn't mention the girl's name, Shu Wanwan didn't ask any more questions.
"That girl is the child of Ning Yuanbu and his childhood sweetheart."
Dai Yan explained in a soft voice.
"What?" Shu Wanwan blurted out in surprise, her voice revealing endless astonishment.
The facts before her were completely beyond her imagination and made her unbelievable.
"The girl looks about thirteen or fourteen years old."
Shu Wanwan asked softly, with a hint of doubt and curiosity in her voice.
"Yes."
The person who answered her still spoke calmly, as if she was not the one bearing the endless pain.
"My mother fell into Ning Yuanbu's scam from the very beginning."
"Ning Yuanbu came to the Yuchi family from the beginning because of their status, position, and enviable wealth and splendor. He married my mother."
At this point, the man's eyes were filled with sadness.
"When my mother was about to give birth, that girl actually mixed a drug that could prevent blood clotting into the medicine used to relieve labor pains."
"Giving birth is an extremely dangerous thing for women. It can be said that it is a life-or-death struggle."
Dai Yan continued.
"Yes, it resulted in severe hemorrhage..."
Shu Wanwan nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed with Dai Yan's statement.
"Well, my mother died from blood loss."
Seeing that Shu Wanwan didn't seem to want to interrupt, Dai Yan continued speaking.
"However, fate always likes to play tricks on people. Ning Yuanbu had planned everything, but he never expected that once the Yuchi family lost the protection of the Saint, their decline would be so rapid."
At this point, Dai Yan couldn't help but shook her head, a look of regret appearing on her face.
"All the beautiful scenes and glory that once existed seemed to recede like the tide the moment my mother passed away, completely disappearing without a trace."
"And Ning Yuanbu actually tried to occupy a position that didn't belong to him, and even tried to bring his childhood sweetheart here with him."
"However, man's plans are always inferior to God's. No matter how bright his plans were, they ultimately came to nothing."
"Not only did I fail to fulfill my wish of having my childhood sweetheart come, but I was also scorned by everyone."
Shu Wanwan stared at Dai Yan with suspicion on her face, opened her red lips and asked softly.
"infamy?"
The voice was low, but full of doubt.
Dai Yan nodded slightly and replied, "Yes, that's right."
Her eyes were deep, as if hiding endless stories.
But Dai Yan still smiled faintly, without any big emotional fluctuations.
"Everyone is saying that the Yuchi family really chose the wrong husband this time!"
"I can't even preserve my own noble and long-standing Saint's bloodline."
"All of a sudden, all kinds of accusations and abuse flooded towards that man. People said that it was because of him that the Yuchi family suffered such a huge humiliation."
"What's even more tragic and ridiculous is that even his childhood sweetheart, who had known him since childhood and was as close as a brother, eventually chose to leave him."
Speaking of this, there was a hint of sarcasm in Dai Yan's smile.
"She took the girl, who was believed to have killed her mother, away with her without a trace of regret, and has never been heard from since."
"After my mother died, it seemed as if Ning Yuanbu had been abandoned by the whole world."
"During those difficult and arduous days, my sister and I felt like we were in an endless dark abyss. Our lives were as painful as purgatory."
"Every day and night, we are under tremendous pressure and torture."
"However, at this moment, fate seemed to have taken a turn for the better."
"When the power of my sister's bloodline began to gradually emerge, Ning Yuanbu finally came up with names for us sisters - Xiaosheng and Daiyan."
"From that moment on, my sister felt like she was reborn and freed from the suffering she had endured."
"But fate has not been as kind to me as it is to my sister."
"I became a sinner in the eyes of the public and a scapegoat for my mother's death."
"All the blame was poured onto me, leaving me alone to bear this heavy guilt."
After telling this story, Dai Yan tightly grasped the fan in her hand, but surprisingly, she did not show any overly intense emotional fluctuations.
Perhaps the hardships she had endured over the years had hardened her heart, or perhaps the pain deep within her heart was so deep that it could not be expressed in words.
At this moment, her eyes became extremely empty, as if she had lost her soul, which made people feel pity for her.
Shu Wanwan listened attentively to Dai Yan's story, which was a bit old-fashioned and sad.
The plot was just like the scenes in the TV series she watched after her rebirth.
What she didn't expect was that such a thing actually happened to someone next to her.
For a moment, the whole world became so unreal and blurry.
After a while, Shu Wanwan spoke.
"Then why do we have to go to Qingfeng Temple to practice?" Shu Wanwan couldn't help but ask in confusion.
"The reason is that the Yuchi family only possesses a unique bloodline mind method, and all spells rely on the inner thoughts to drive them."
"Not only can it not be performed twice in a short period of time, but it also consumes a great deal of one's own energy."
Dai Yan explained softly, "Only by leveraging the power of Taoism and drawing spiritual energy from the heaven and earth to replenish oneself can one truly unleash the potential and effectiveness of one's bloodline."
"For this reason, once the Saint Heir reaches the age of twelve, she must embark on the path of Taoist cultivation."
As Dai Yan spoke, the scene around Shu Wanwan began to change quietly.
The originally clear scene gradually became blurred, as if shrouded by a mysterious veil.
The new picture is like a slowly unfolding scroll, gradually appearing before your eyes.
The picture freezes.
This is an antique but girly room.
There were two little girls sitting in the room, sitting side by side quietly, and no one spoke first.
Time seemed to stand still, and the whole room was filled with a strange tranquility.
After a long time, Yuchi Xiaosheng finally broke the silence.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on her sister beside her, and whispered, "Tomorrow... is our twelfth birthday."
There was an indescribable hint in the voice.
When Xiao Daiyan heard this, her body trembled slightly, but she remained silent.
After a moment, she slowly raised her head, stared at her sister with eyes as clear as water, and asked in a low voice.
"Are you leaving here?"
Her tone was so calm that it made people feel a little distressed, as if she had already seen through what her sister was going to say next.
Yuchi Xiaosheng took a deep breath, nodded, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.
"Yes, tomorrow morning, I will set off for Qingfeng Temple to begin my cultivation."
After saying this, the two fell into a suffocating silence again.
Xiao Daiyan lowered her head silently, her hands tightly grasping the corners of her clothes, as if she wanted to grab something but was powerless.
Seeing this, Yuchi Xiaosheng felt pity in his heart, but he was powerless to do anything about it.