Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 367 Duke An’s Mansion(5)_1

Chapter 367: Chapter 367 Duke An’s Mansion(5)_1

Xiao Hong was stunned by Hua Mei’s scolding, standing there bewildered, not knowing what to do. This Auntie Mei, who was obviously the most despised person in the entire mansion, who would normally be at the mercy of anyone who wished to beat or scold her, had suddenly become noble. Even saying a word was not allowed—how did this happen?

As a house-born servant in the mansion, she had been there a long time and knew all too well about Auntie Mei.

In this mansion, although Auntie Mei held the title of a concubine, even the lowest of servants could freely mistreat her. Especially after she had become blind, servants often took out on her the anger they had received from their masters. Sometimes they beat her so badly that she was bruised and battered, unconscious and no one cared.

More than ten years had passed in this way. Then, about half a month ago, Auntie Mei had suddenly been taken from the broken shack that let in drafts from all sides. Not only was she given the best place to live in the West Courtyard, Changchun Garden, but imperial physicians were also called for her. Every day, she was recuperating with ginseng and deer antler, with two maids to serve her. What had happened?

"Kneel down now!" Hua Mei yelled in anger.

Xiao Hong came to her senses, hurriedly knelt down, and started to slap herself on the cheeks.

Lady Du didn’t have time to watch their drama. She quickly stepped toward the room, walked into the hall, and into the inner room, then saw her mother lying on the kang. Withered, gray-haired, with a vacant look in her eyes, she had become a skeleton.

"Mother, your daughter is back..."

Lady Du stepped forward, knelt down at the edge of the kang and started to sob.

Auntie Mei on the kang moved a bit. She raised her trembling, bony hands and reached toward Lady Du.

"Who are you? Who did you say you are?"

She asked anxiously, waving her hand, trying to touch the person who had spoken.

"It’s me, Lady Mei, your daughter..."

Lady Du sobbed, took hold of her mother’s thin hand and placed it on her cheek.

"My filial faults have led my mother to this. I deserve to die a thousand deaths..."

Auntie Mei struggled to sit up. Her dry hands moved across Lady Du’s face, her empty eyes filled with tears.

"Are you truly my daughter? Are you my Lady Mei? You’re not lying to me?"

"No, I truly am back. I’ve also brought back your son-in-law and your grandsons and granddaughters..."

Lady Du stood up, held her frail mother in her arms, and cried her heart out, her tears falling like rain.

"...Good...good...The Emperor’s Heaven... I’ve finally lived to see this day...

Auntie Mei, having confirmed it, hugged her daughter and wept uncontrollably. As if releasing decades worth of pent-up grievances, she cried till she was blind with tears. Holding Lady Du, she repeatedly cried out, "My child, my flesh...".

Mu Zhongqing stood to the side, taken aback as he watched his mother-in-law crying, her face covered in wounds.

Her face was decorated with scars, shocking to see. Her exposed hands were also covered in wounds. It was clear that she had been treated inhumanely and suffered terrible torment over the years. Yet, who could be so cruel as to not even spare an old, helpless woman?

He clenched his fists; his eyes burning with rage.

Auntie Mei didn’t notice her son-in-law’s gaze. She continued to sob as if intoxicated, patting Lady Du’s back like she was a little baby.

"My child, if it wasn’t that I was trying to endure this life to see you one last time, I would have long given up. Now that I see you are safe and sound, even if I die, I will be at peace..."