Chapter 237 Wei Xiaoniang, Minglan, and Yao Yiyi
Chapter 237 Wei Xiaoniang, Minglan, and Yao Yiyi
The great event was accomplished, and the great revenge was taken. The Sheng Mansion was filled with joy for a while.
Sheng Hong was even more majestic whenever he went out, and the number of invitations sent to the Sheng family by the local nobles in Yangzhou City was several times more than before.
Some people, under the careful care of the doctor, managed to survive the winter and reach full term, but they were not destined to see the spring in Bianliang.
In the spring, Wei Xiaoniang died of complications during childbirth.
No one would stop young Minglan from seeing her biological mother for the last time, even though the delivery room was covered in blood.
"Auntie!!!"
Seeing Minglan, who was less than half a person's height, rushing in crying from outside, Wei Xiaoniang, who was already on her deathbed, took a deep breath.
She scolded Minglan who was lying on the bloodstain but didn't care.
"Asshole! Call me, call me little girl..."
Minglan was at a loss as to what to do after being scolded by Wei Xiaoniang, but even though she didn't understand what "death" meant, she had already vaguely realized something.
Tears almost flooded her face, and she didn't care about the tears, she just repeated,
"Minglan knows she's wrong, Minglan knows she's wrong, little girl."
"Girl, please don't leave me alone, okay, girl..."
Minglan's cries were vague in Wei Xiaoniang's ears. She could clearly not hear them clearly, or even almost hear them. But Wei Xiaoniang knew that the pain in her heart at this moment was a million times more painful than when she gave birth just now.
She groped and grasped Minglan's hand, with empty eyes and trying to raise her neck, she looked in the direction of Minglan's voice.
She had so many things she wanted to say to Minglan, so many concerns she wanted to remind her of, and even more so, so many reasons she wanted to express her reluctance to Minglan.
But at this moment, Wei Xiaoniang knew that she had no time left.
Say one less word, and there will be one less word.
She could only use the most serious tone and preach as if reprimanding him.
"Minglan, you must be careful in the future and remember what I said before.
Only when you get better can you protect your brother and live well."
With just one sentence, Wei Xiaoniang was completely exhausted.
She collapsed on the bed, her voice gradually becoming weaker, as faint as the chirping of an insect.
“Don’t take the lead in everything.
There is no one...who can be your support, my child."
"It's my fault... my poor child... my Minglan..."
These were Wei Xiaoniang’s last words.
Minglan could no longer stop sobbing as she looked at Wei Xiaoniang with her eyes wide open and her mouth open, refusing to close her eyes.
"Little girl!!! Little girl——!!!"
Minglan's crying filled the entire yard with sorrow.
When Sheng Hong heard the news, he hurried back from the yamen. Old Lady Sheng, who had gone to the temple to worship Buddha and fulfill her vow today, was also filled with sorrow when she heard about this.
Lin Qinshuang rarely came to Old Lady Sheng's yard.
Under the leadership of Fang Mama, Lin Qinshuang, who now holds the power of the household, came to the main courtyard. She bowed to the people sitting on the main seats, bowed her head and spoke respectfully,
"Old lady, Honglang, Madam, I shouldn't have disturbed you at this time.
However, Miss Wei died for the Sheng family, so I think her funeral should be a grand one."
Lin Qinshuang explained the purpose and objective of her visit simply and clearly, and Mrs. Sheng's frown gradually relaxed.
She nodded her head and said, "Okay."
Sheng Hong also added,
"Then you should arrange it quickly and don't waste time."
"Yes."
Sheng Hong seemed to be urging her, but actually he was just worried that both Lin Qinshuang and Old Madam Sheng would feel embarrassed when they recalled the past.
Lin Qinshuang understood Sheng Hong's thoughts, and she curled the corners of her lips at him without being too conspicuous. Then she lowered her head, turned around, and walked away in small steps.
……
Minglan fainted from crying in the afternoon.
Housekeeper Lin Qinshuang listened to Molan's words and "took the initiative" to arrange her in the eldest lady's courtyard.
The eldest lady's yard is very spacious, with many empty houses. Hualan is not married yet, and she has the silly Rulan to keep her company. This is a comfort to Minglan, who has just lost her mother.
As for the newborn baby boy, Lin Qinshuang took him away herself and arranged for a wet nurse and others to take good care of him in the side courtyard.
Lin Qinshuang was not planning to raise this son because she already had a son.
But now the Sheng Mansion has a funeral and they have to relocate, so there are too many people to take care of a baby. If anything happens, it will be her responsibility.
Rather than taking risks, it is better to lock the trouble in your own yard from the beginning and carefully arrange people to guard it.
Molan was right. She knew there was trouble but just ignored it, neither taking precautions nor taking any action. Even gods could not save such a fool.
……
Lin Qinshuang was rushing to arrange matters concerning the seventh day's death for Wei Xiaoniang, while Molan was watching a drama of a cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest.
Minglan's vitality had long since dissipated, leaving only a ball of foul air protecting her body. However, half a day later, a more lively soul appeared out of nowhere and was roughly stuffed into this body.
Unfortunately, even though she became an immortal, she could not stop Minglan's rebirth.
The laws of this world serve the rebirth of the protagonist.
So, little Minglan, lying on the bed, opened her eyes.
Yao Yiyi, here she comes.
She lay on the bed in a daze for a long time, and then she muttered softly,
“It was so miserable.
They are all daughters, but the difference between them is worlds apart.
Now my mother is dead..."
"It is true that concubines in ancient times had a miserable fate. I cannot be the next Jia Yingchun."
Listening to her muttering, Molan smiled.
This is a misunderstanding caused by different times.
The "trouble with concubines" usually occurred at the end of a dynasty, especially in the Southern Song Dynasty, the late Ming Dynasty, and the late Qing Dynasty.
In this fictional Song Dynasty, the life of a concubine's daughter could not be said to be carefree, but she would definitely not be sold, given away as a commodity, or used as a lowly tool to flatter the superiors and control the subordinates.
Because now is the heyday of the Northern Song Dynasty, the spirit of literati is still there, and the dignitaries are very proud.
These rare examples cannot represent the current trend of the entire era.
and so.
To be fair.
Although Minglan's treatment in this life cannot be considered good, it cannot be said to be bad after all.
There would be no shortage of charcoal in the winter because of Lin Qinshuang's troubles. The usual meals, clothes, daily necessities, etc. were all arranged according to the rules and not deducted in the slightest.
In ancient times, people paid attention to the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children.
The legitimate son inherits the family business and is naturally the most honorable. He must be treated carefully and educated strictly.
A bastard's son is slightly inferior to a legitimate son, but he is still a man and can get a small share of the family property and set up his own family in the future.
We all have the same surname and will help each other in the future, so as long as there are not so many men in the family as bamboo shoots after a spring rain or leeks in the field, they will be carefully educated.
In ancient times, the population was sparse, and with every additional man, there was a greater possibility for the continuation and glory of the family in the future.
Therefore, the difference in treatment between legitimate sons and illegitimate sons is often just to avoid confusion over inheritance rights and to make illegitimate sons work harder and more humbly so that they can give back to the family in the future.
Of course, this does not apply to the legitimate and illegitimate sons of the royal family.
activa-t