“Madam, Chunju is kneeling in the yard. She said the eldest Miss was to drive her out of the mansion. She begged you to save her.” Li Mama opened the curtain and walked into the room, whispered to An.
An was upset about Su Wenmo’s ceaseless crying. Su Wenmo was the name of Zhao’s son. And Su Lun gave the name to him.
The baby had been always crying since he was sent here. An was so angry that she wanted to throw him into a well.
Chunju was a spy that An placed around Zhao in those years. It wasn’t strange that she came here now.
“What’s wrong with her? Just because she couldn’t call a doctor, Su Muge then drove her out of the mansion?”
“I heard it’s because…” Li Mama told An the sequence of events about Muge’s grandmother—Zhang.
Hearing that, An became calm.
“Now that she made such a big mistake, isn’t driving her out a bit too easy? You know what I mean, Li Mama.”
Li Mama knew that An intended to abandon the “chess piece”—Chunju, the spy who served her. “Yes, I know.” Zhao wouldn’t fall down without sake…
…
Zhao almost died from labor this time. She was so weak that Muge had to take care of her attentively.
“Mumu, did you request others to inquire about your grandmother?”
Muge knew that Zhao was always concerned about her grandmother.
“Miss Muge, Madam An is coming.”
Muge hadn’t finished her words, and there was the voice of Yueru.
An was coming, a rare guest.
“Sister, how are you?” Muge hadn’t said anything, but An talked first and walked gently to Zhao. An wore a light red dress, beautiful and elegant.
Zhao still had no courage to look at An due to years of fear and inferiority, even though she was unsatisfied with An who raised her son.
Zhao lowered head and murmured, “Thank you, Madam, I feel better. I want to know about my son who…”
Zhao hadn’t finished her sentence, and An said triumphantly, “You know, Wenmo is rather cute and intimate with me. He even hoped to sleep together with me in the night.” An seemed to think of something and stopped.
“Perhaps you don’t know that the Lord gave the young master a name, Su Wenmo.”
An was infuriating Zhao intentionally. The name of her own son had to be told by others, so Zhao was heartbreaking.
Zhao reddened the eyes.
“My brother was only several days old and he knew nothing but eating and sleeping. But I still appreciate that you are so kindly to look after him attentively.”
An sobered up and looked at Su Muge, and she sensed that she had changed a lot. In the past, Su Muge had no courage and wisdom to say such sentence.
But it didn’t matter…
An stopped smiling and frowned, “I have something to tell you, sister. On the day of your labor, a villager from Zhao village, Nancheng prefecture named Juanzi sent a message that your mother was seriously ill and wouldn’t live long enough, so she was eager to have a look at you and Muge. Accidentally, you just gave birth to Wenmo and you couldn’t go out; moreover, the Lord had official affairs to deal with and he had no time to leave.”
Zhao knew Juanzi, and she often asked Juanzi’s husband to take things to her mother.
When Zhao heard that, she was worried, so she uncovered the quilt, intending to get up.
Su Muge stopped her quickly.
“Mom, you are in postpartum confinement, so you can’t go anywhere.”
“But, Mumu, your grandmother was eager to see me. I must go back.”
At this moment, An added indifferently, “I heard from the Lord that your mother loved you best from your birth…”
After hearing that, Zhao was more sorrowful and reddened eyes.
“Mumu, don’t stop me. I must go back.”
Zhao was so foolish that Muge wanted to make her sober because she knew An had no good intention.
If Zhao went to the village, could she be back safely?
“You are not in good condition now, so you can’t bear a long journey. If Muge goes back to see your mother on your behalf, it will also show your filial piety.” An said.
Zhao thought a moment and shook her head.
Su Muge was a girl to be married. Was it appropriate to let her go so far alone? Zhao was confused, but she was still sobering when there was something about her children.
“Are you worried about Muge’s safety? If so, I’ll ask the Lord to arrange more bodyguards to follow. I think Aunt Zhang will be very happy to see Muge. Maybe she will restore her health.” An said.
“But Muge…” Zhao said.
“Now that you have agreed with the arrangement, I will prepare all the things.” An would not give Zhao the time to retort. Actually, she just went to inform them of the decision but not to consult with them.
“Mumu, your grandmother…” Zhao worried about Muge but also her mother, Zhang.
Su Muge knew that if she didn’t go, An would do everything possible to torture Zhao. In addition, it’s impossible to send Yueru and Meihua to go.
“Mom, I’ll go.”
