noffsinger Chapter 237 I am not your mother
Chapter 237 I am not your mother
Chapter 237 I'm Not Your Mother
There is a beautiful woman in the north.
Unrivaled and independent. [1]
There are many beautiful women in the Liang Dynasty.
But to be described as stunningly beautiful.
There was only one, Princess Yuqing.
In a villa outside the capital.
The snow was pristine, the ice and snow had not yet melted, the spring chill was still in the air, and the wind was biting cold.
A beautiful woman stands in the wind.
Let the cold wind blow through her strands of black hair.
Her black hair, wrapped in a ribbon, fluttered in the wind, even causing the wild geese flying by to stop and take a look.
A figure in a red cloak stood out dazzlingly against the white backdrop.
Just by looking at her back and her figure, you can tell that she is a stunningly beautiful woman.
"Your Highness, let's go back. It's windy here." A maid handed over a hand warmer.
The woman turned around, and indeed she was stunningly beautiful.
Her features are striking and elegant, the kind of face that makes both men and women want to get close to her.
Beneath her delicate eyebrows were a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to captivate the soul.
Princess Yuqing asked her maid, "Has Prince Jing arrived yet?"
"It will be soon. He should be waiting for you at the ten-mile pavilion outside the capital. But Consort Cao is outside. He has been following you ever since you left the princess's residence."
"Oh! Then let him come along." Princess Yuqing smiled, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
He quickly boarded the carriage and looked back at the villa behind him.
She paused, then ordered the guards, "Seal off the villa and forbid the Cao family from entering or leaving."
That day three years ago.
On their way to the villa, they encountered assassins, and many guards and maids were injured.
She had originally planned to announce that she had given birth prematurely, but she actually did give birth prematurely.
Everything became chaotic and scrambled.
After giving birth here, she collapsed from exhaustion.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the dark, ugly, and wrinkled baby. Everyone said that the baby was born like that and that he would grow out of it.
Strangely, she looked at Jia Yue.
I always feel empty inside, and inexplicably sad.
It turned out that her feeling was not unfounded; Cao Jiayue really was not her child.
Damn Cao Chong, damn old woman.
They actually dared to switch her daughter.
Okay, very good...
Didn't she want Cao Jiayue to recognize her as her mother?
Then she should be a good mother.
"Princess, why are you crying? Are you excited to see the young princess soon?" The maid quickly handed her a handkerchief.
"Yes, how could I not be excited?" Princess Yuqing laughed heartily, tilting her head back.
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, exploding as they hit the ground...
Her own daughter's fate is unknown, yet she still raises her enemy's daughter as if she were a treasure.
Ridiculous, really ridiculous!
She wanted to slap herself a few times.
It looks like it's going to snow.
King Jing and his entourage quickened their pace.
Because someone in the team fell ill, the oldest and the youngest.
The Prince of Liang had become so obese that it was difficult for him to move around. Unless necessary, he was kept in the carriage. Even with servants taking good care of him, he was exhausted from days of traveling.
My health still deteriorated.
My bones hurt, my muscles hurt, my whole body aches...
Princess Jiayue was still young and caught a cold.
Nestled in the nanny's arms, looking listless.
She seemed much more obedient and quiet, as if she would only be this quiet when she was sick.
The convoy arrived in Beijing in the evening.
From afar, a carriage could be seen parked outside the Ten-Mile Pavilion.
The woman in red stood in front of the carriage, her cheeks red from the cold, seemingly oblivious to the chill, and remained motionless.
Like a beautiful sculpture.
The carriage stopped, and Prince Jing lifted the curtain, stepped forward, and saw the tear stains on his elder sister's face.
Somewhat distressed.
He understood his sister's feelings at that moment; they must have been very complicated and conflicted.
"Sister, are you okay?"
“Good, very good…” Princess Yuqing replied, but her eyes were fixed on the carriage behind him.
He uttered a few words softly, "How...is she?"
Prince Jing glanced at Consort Cao not far away, then looked at his elder sister, before ordering someone to carry Cao Jiayue down from the carriage.
"Princess, the Eldest Princess has come to fetch you." The maid shook her awake and carried her to the Eldest Princess Yuqing.
Cao Jiayue groggily opened her eyes and saw an exquisitely beautiful face. After a moment of disbelief, she realized what was happening and, overjoyed, excitedly stretched out her arms to Princess Yuqing, "Mother... hug me..."
However, Princess Yuqing did not respond to her, her face was indifferent and showed no emotion.
Cao Jiayue withdrew her hand with some disappointment, then called out in her childish voice, "Mother, Jiayue missed you..."
"Mother, I want Mother to hug me."
She leaned towards Princess Yuqing again, stretched out her hand, and looked aggrieved.
She cried and sobbed, "Mother...I want my mother."
Princess Yuqing took two steps back, coldly staring at Cao Jiayue, her eyes unknowingly filling with tears.
Suddenly, he chuckled and said to the little girl, "Cao Jiayue, I am not your mother."
"Mother, what's wrong? Don't you want Jiayue anymore?"
"Woooooooo..."
Cao Jiayue stretched out her hand, stretched it out with all her might...
But she couldn't reach her mother.
As her mother drifted further and further away, she felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.
It was as if I had lost my mother from that moment on.
She sensed that her mother no longer liked her, that her mother loathed her.
She had seen that kind of look in the eyes of the maid and her uncle who disliked her.
She couldn't understand why, overnight, her mother and uncle both abandoned her.
Why is this happening?
Cao Jiayue burst into tears.
This time, she wasn't being coquettish or trying to gain pity.
Instead, she cried because she was genuinely heartbroken.
She cried out all the grievances she had accumulated over the past few days, and the more she cried, the more heartbroken she became.
Still, no one came to comfort her.
In the past, her mother would have held her in her arms and coaxed her gently.
Through her tears, she saw that her mother was completely unmoved, looking at her with utter indifference.
“Jiayue, it’s Father, Father is here…” Cao the Imperial Son-in-Law rushed over.
However, he was stopped by the guards and could not get close to his daughter at all.
He struggled desperately.
“Princess, Jia Yue is crying so hard, how can you, as her mother, be so heartless? Don’t you even know how to hug her?”
"And why are you stopping me? If you don't want to take your daughter, then let me take her back to the Cao residence."
"Father... I want my father..." Cao Jiayue cried even harder when she saw her father, and struggled to get down to find him.
"Go and bring it back to the Princess's residence." Princess Yuqing beckoned.
Upon seeing this, several old women rushed forward, grabbed Cao Jiayue, and without saying a word, carried her onto the carriage and gagged her.
The air immediately became quiet.
The Prince Consort Cao stared in disbelief at the scene.
This……
This isn't how you treat a crying daughter, it's clearly...
He suddenly realized that Princess Yuqing must have known something to treat Jiayue this way.
His eyes showed fear, and he was about to speak.
Then someone gagged him.
“Sister…” King Jing was at a loss for words.
The son-in-law of the Cao family was surnamed Cao, so he could be considered their cousin.
But this guy dared to be so audacious as to switch his sister's child and steal the royal bloodline.
Unforgivable.
Princess Yuqing patted his shoulder, "Jun'er, your mother is waiting for you in the palace, go quickly."
The ladies and young women in the carriages behind them watched from afar.
I already had a vague idea in my mind.
What incredible juicy gossip is this now?
No one dared to get off the carriage.
Hold your breath and concentrate, pretend to be invisible.
……
Note [1] is from the Han Dynasty poem "Li Yannian".