novelraw Chapter 1863 - 439: Repaying Mother with Flesh—You Are the Mad One (Second Update)
Chapter 1863 - 439: Repaying Mother with Flesh—You Are the Mad One (Second Update)
A line of small footprints gradually receded into the snow, and he stared at those footprints for a long time, with that weak voice echoing in his mind.
"Brother...."
That was the first time he saw him, and later he learned that he was his younger brother, born of the same mother but a different father...
He rarely saw him in his mother’s palace. His mother kept him hidden deeply. Whenever he saw him, he was always sitting quietly and obediently beside their mother with his head lowered, never showing his face.
He harbored a very complex feeling towards this brother, on one hand, jealous of his ability to gain their mother’s wholehearted love, and on the other, pitying his inability to be seen in the light...
The maid in their mother’s service watched this brother very closely, casting warning glances whenever he attempted to approach him, as if he were some formidable beast. The tighter they held him, the more curious he became about this brother.
Finally, finding an opportunity, he approached that jade-like little figure, who sat with his head down, as silent as if he didn’t exist.
Curiously, he asked, "What’s your name?"
The little figure remained silent, head still lowered, like a statue.
"How old are you this year?"
The little figure shook his head.
"Hey, are you deaf or mute?" he finally shouted, impatiently.
The little figure seemed startled, shrinking back suddenly. He got angry. Was he really that frightening like a wild beast?
"Brother...." he called out softly, miraculously softening his heart with that call.
"Is ’brother’ the only thing you can say?" he said disdainfully.
"Hey, lift your head and let me see your face. Since you’re my brother, you should have inherited my handsome features...."
The little figure clenched the hem of his attire tightly with his small hands, gently saying, "No one can see my face, especially not brother...."
"Hey, is this discrimination? Why can’t I see it, are you too ugly or something...?" As he said this, he reached out to lift his chin, but the little figure quickly stepped back, "Brother... can’t...."
The more he wasn’t allowed to see, the more curious he became, like a big bad wolf bullying a child. The little figure, nervous with a hint of tears in his voice, accidentally fell to the ground, bumping his head on the corner of the table. Gritting his teeth, trying not to make a sound.
He panicked, standing there at a loss.
Their mother rushed in and slapped him hard across the face.
"If anything happens to Feng’er, I’ll have your skin." The woman yelled sternly.
Stunned by the blow, he pointed at the little figure, crying out, "He’s your son, but am I not too?"
"Dare to talk back to me? Xia He, take him away and beat him until he admits his wrongdoing."
The little figure tugged at the woman’s skirt, whispering, "It’s not brother’s fault... it’s my wrong... Mother, please don’t punish him, okay?"
He shouted angrily, "I don’t want your false kindness." Then he ran out.
After that, he never saw him again.
He hated him, wondering why the treatment was so different while both being his mother’s sons. He once harbored jealousy and blamed an unjust fate, until growing up gradually filled the rebelliousness of his youth.
"You bastard, do you deserve this throne? Only Feng’er is the most suitable heir to the throne, my good son. Thank you for clearing the path for your brother. The day he ascends as the ruler of the Great Xia Dynasty, I will... burn more ritual money for you...."
"Well, at least you had some value, at least, laid the groundwork for your brother’s kingdom. I have remembered your deeds, and after your death, I will have Feng’er burn more ritual money for you, to thank you for everything you’ve done for him as his brother...."
He died with a grievance.
The day he died, his soul lingered long in the bedchamber.
The scorching sun stood high, yet suddenly dark clouds gathered overhead.
A figure staggered in, the slim body beneath the lavish attire seemed as if a breeze could knock it over.
"Feng’er... Look, I’ve taken back the world, from now on, you are the ruler of the Great Xia Dynasty, and no one will dare question your lineage anymore...."
The woman, with hands covered in blood, wide-eyed, with the spark of excitement flickering in them, walked step by step toward him.
"No...." He screamed with all his strength, pointing at her nose.
"You madwoman... you killed brother with your own hands... I don’t want anything... I just want my brother alive, give me back my brother...."
He rushed over, shaking his body, yet the person lay on the large bed, covered in blood, eyes tightly shut, never to wake again.
"Brother... wake up... wake up, I don’t want you to die...."