Chapter 27 How Could I Have Ever Wronged Your Mother!
In the darkness, Wen Jingshu couldn’t see her expression.
His brows were tightly furrowed, displeased by her disrespectful words towards Xie Siyu.
But for the sake of the crossbow from the General-of-Pacifying-the-Nation’s Estate in her hand, he forcibly suppressed his anger, speaking for his concubine with a hypocritically gentle tone.
Wen Jingshu: “The ‘she’ you speak of, is my wife.”
“As long as you treat her well from now on, your father and I guarantee that you will live the rest of your life in peace and comfort.”
Wen Xueling blurted out: “Then what about my mother? What does my mother count as?”
She thought of her mother lying sick in bed in her previous life, her regretful gaze looking towards the capital, and her hatred for her scumbag father intensified.
Such a good mother, until her last breath, she never waited for her scumbag father and brothers to return for a single glance.
Wen Xueling’s face was covered in a frosty chill, and her aura became sharp and angry.
In those seven years of utter darkness in her previous life, she had long grown familiar with the dark.
She could even find a ridiculous sense of peace within it.
Through the darkness, Wen Xueling accurately looked towards her scumbag father’s position and questioned, “She bore children for you, cared for your aging mother, longed for your return day after day, yet you, her husband, never came home.”
“……Where do you place my mother, then? Is she not your wife!”
Facing his daughter’s condemning accusations, Wen Jingshu felt no guilt, instinctively retorting, “Those were all things she was supposed to do.”
Wen Xueling’s eyes narrowed, quickly catching the loophole in his words.
“Heh…… ‘Supposed to’? Does that mean in Father’s heart, Mother is truly your wife, and not the one in Qingxin Courtyard?”
“After all, in Rong Kingdom, only a wife is required to care for her mother-in-law. A concubine doesn’t even have the right to serve tea to the mother-in-law, isn’t that right?”
“Absurd!” Wen Jingshu was so enraged by her relentless pressing questions that his chest heaved violently.
He cried out in exasperation, “Now that your mother is enjoying herself in the Prime Minister’s Estate, what more could you possibly want!”
Enjoying herself?
She laughed in extreme anger, scoffing, “Is being twisted from a legitimate wife into a concubine considered enjoyment? Do you want this good fortune for yourself?”
Her scumbag father’s face flushed red. Unable to retort, he slammed his hand on the table in fury.
He raised his voice and roared, “It is only natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines. How could I have ever wronged your mother!”
Wen Xueling’s emotions also erupted at this moment.
Her words, like arrows, directly struck the truth her scumbag father refused to admit.
“You left her forgotten in the desolate Northern Frontier, for a full fifteen years!”
How many fifteen years can one have in a lifetime? He ruined her mother’s most beautiful years.
Her four older brothers had already sided with her stepmother.
If she didn’t fight for it, who would champion her mother’s grievances?
The dark room was terrifyingly silent.
A moment later, her scumbag father scoffed, clearly dismissive of her words.
The candle on the table ignited.
Their eyes met. Wen Xueling’s gaze, entirely unyielding, resembled his more than when she feigned grievance in the past.
Wen Jingshu casually tossed the fire stick in front of her, looking down at Wen Xueling.
She resembled him the most, yet……she was utterly foolish!
Her scumbag father sneered, “Since you hate me, you shouldn’t have exposed your birth mother as your weakness.”
“After all, she’s not a child who grew up by my side. A little bit of cleverness makes her impatient, utterly lacking the composure of a proper young lady, and still vainly attempts to compare herself to An’an; it’s simply wishful thinking.”
The door opened, then closed again.
Wen Xueling’s ears echoed with her scumbag father’s last words.
“I give you three days to find another crossbow, otherwise, wait to collect your mother’s corpse.”
Outside, the winter wind howled, but it was not as cold as the chill in her heart at this moment.
……No, Mother!
Wen Xueling rose and quickly went to the adjacent room, seeing Nanny Su and the Tangchun sisters unconscious outside the room. She immediately checked their pulses.
Discovering they were unconscious due to a knockout drug, she breathed a sigh of relief and immediately fed them antidotes.
She stood up and pushed the door open, but in the next instant, she immediately covered her mouth and nose.
A faint, subtle Soul Devouring Powder permeated the room. A single breath would lead to a long period of unconsciousness, and it would also attack the brain, causing fragmented memories.
Wen Xueling quickly entered the bedroom like a shooting star. Mu Qingyu lay pale on the bed.
Her back felt cold; she felt all the blood in her body rushing to her head. She forced herself to remain calm, quickly stepped forward, and lifted her mother horizontally.
She carried her mother, blanket and all, to her own room next door.
Wen Xueling felt deep regret in her heart; she had made a terrible mistake, an outrageous one.
Wen Jingshu had no humanity at all; he actually poisoned her mother with the Soul Devouring Powder that would make her foolish!
He……deserved to die!
Suddenly, a black shadow quickly appeared before her.
“It is this subordinate’s dereliction of duty!” Yan Ze was the leader of the hidden guards Liang Jue had lent her.
When Wen Jingshu had people put knockout drug in the room, he discovered it and tried to take Mu Qingyu away, but she refused.
Little did she know, the knockout drug also contained Soul Devouring Powder. By the time she realized it, it was too late to avoid it.
Wen Xueling closed her eyes, forcing herself to quickly calm down, concealing all her emotions perfectly.
At this moment, the most important thing was to get the antidote.
Slave City, physician, Soul Devouring Powder……
If she wasn’t mistaken, the man who had been with Wen Jingshu tonight was the notorious Ghost Doctor Qin Xuzhu.
She lowered her gaze to the man on the ground and asked, “Yan Ze, who among the hidden guards has the best lightness skill?”
“……This subordinate.”
A bone-chilling coldness flashed in Wen Xueling’s eyes. She lowered her voice and said coldly, “Then compensate for your mistake.”
Before, she had been too naive, thinking her scumbag father wouldn’t lay a hand on her mother out of consideration for her four foolish brothers, which led to her mother’s suffering.
Concession would only make those people escalate their actions.
Since that’s the case……
Then everyone would suffer together.
No one would escape!
Late at night, the world was silent.
Yan Ze, with his exceptional Qinggong, silently brought her to the Prime Minister’s Estate’s guest room, undetected by anyone.
He used a bamboo tube to blow the knockout drug Wen Xueling gave him into the room. The man on the bed became alert, but his skills were no match for Yan Ze.
By the time he wanted to dodge, the sharp tip of a sword had already pressed against his throat.
His eyes were wary: “Who are you?”
Wen Xueling walked out from behind Yan Ze, looking coldly at the stern-faced man on the bed.
“It’s you!” Qin Xuzhu had watched a good show tonight, never expecting to become a part of the play so quickly.
Wen Xueling retaliated in kind, feeding him a rapidly dissolving poison.
“Cough cough, what did you feed me?”
“Poison.”
“……”
Qin Xuzhu was about to try to save himself, but before he could even raise his wrist, the blade at his neck had already drawn a cut, and the smell of blood gradually permeated the air.
“Young Lady Wen, I haven’t done anything to you, why do you want to harm me?”
A sharp gaze fell on his face. When he heard Wen Xueling mention the antidote for the Soul Devouring Powder, he finally understood the reason for tonight’s misfortune.
“This medicine is indeed my unique poison, but there’s only one bottle. I gave it to your father along with its antidote.”
“Young Lady Wen, if you want the antidote, you should look for the Prime Minister, not me.”
Utter nonsense.
In her previous life, in the dungeons of Slave City, she had seen him with a whole pouch full of Soul Devouring Powder.
Only one bottle? Trying to fool a three-year-old!
Wen Xueling didn’t want to waste any more words with him. A cold, ruthless smile played on her lips, and then she gently shook the chain on her wrist.
Qin Xuzhu’s face changed dramatically. His heart felt as if it were being gnawed by thousands of insects, making his scalp tingle with pain.
“Believe me, I’m telling the truth!”
“……I don’t believe you.”
The woman before him had no warmth in her eyes. Qin Xuzhu bit his lip hard, stubbornly refusing to produce the antidote.
Wen Xueling watched his strained demeanor, recalling the things she had heard in her previous life.
She slowly opened her lips, and a single sentence made the man’s face change.
Qin Xuzhu’s pupils widened: “How could you know……”
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