To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 277 is not worth it

  Zhu Hanshuang rushed over, grabbed Mrs. An Guogong's hand and cried heartbreakingly: "Mother, what's wrong with you? Talk to me—"

   Mrs. An Guogong's eyes were wide open, and she was pillowed in the red ocean without a sound.

  That small, fair face was stained with blood, and it was shockingly beautiful.

   Mrs. An Guogong, who had already passed away, didn't know it until her death. Being too beautiful sometimes became a sin.

  Zhu Hanshuang couldn't wake Mrs. An Guogong, but felt her hands were greasy and uncomfortable.

  She looked down and saw the blood on her hands, and then lowered her head, she saw the pink-blue skirt soaked in blood.

  The blood color was boundless in her eyes, like hell.

   Zhu Hanshuang stood up suddenly, screaming out of control.

   "Blood, blood, it's all blood, mother's blood—" She rushed to the door, opened it, and ran out like crazy.

  An Guogong didn't care about Zhu Hanshuang, and moved to An Guogong's wife step by step.

  He squatted down slowly, stretched out his trembling hand to test Mrs. An Guo's breathing.

  At the door, the screams of maids and wives sounded.

  An Guogong half-kneeled on the ground, without any response.

  A woman walked in boldly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Master, do you want to invite a doctor for your wife—"

  An Guogong suddenly turned his head and stared at his mother-in-law.

  The mother-in-law took a few steps back in fright, her body shaking like chaff.

  Grandpa Guo...Grandpa Guo looks too scary, will he silence them all?

  Thinking like this, the mother-in-law dared not run away.

  The same goes for those maidservants.

   They stared at the blood in the room with pale faces in horror, but it seemed that the soles of their feet had taken root, and there was no escape.

  Where can they escape? They are the servants of the Duke's mansion, and those who can enter the madam's yard to serve are either servants or companions of the madam.

  Mr. An didn't speak, and the servants didn't dare to speak. The atmosphere froze for a moment, like blood stagnating on the floor.

  Time seems to be stretched infinitely, every moment is so long that it is suffocating.

   After suffering like this for an unknown amount of time, Duke An finally pointed at his mother-in-law and said, "Lead someone to find the second girl, and send her back to the boudoir to watch."

   "Yes." The woman answered tremblingly.

  An Guogong ordered others: "Bring the son and the second son here."

  An Guogong and Mrs. An Guogong are regarded as a loving couple in the eyes of others, and they have two sons and two daughters.

  The eldest son has been crowned heir, and the eldest daughter has left the cabinet.

  All the people retreated, only An Guogong remained in the house.

  It was almost early winter, and although it was not time to use the brazier, the windows were tightly closed.

   As a result, the smell of blood in the room became stronger.

  An Guogong stood beside Mrs. An Guogong with a blank expression.

  Up to now, he still can't believe that his wife died just like that, and even his memory of that moment is blurred.

   "Ah Wei—" An Guogong suddenly called An Guogong's wife's boudoir name.

  The woman he called "Awei" naturally couldn't respond.

  A tear slipped silently down the corner of An Guogong's eye.

Mr. An didn't realize it, and said to himself: "The year when Shuang'er was born happened to be the day of Frost's Descent. We discussed to name her, and you said 'withered grass, frosty flowers, white, cold window and new moon', only in autumn On a clear moonlit night, the dew will turn into frost, so our little daughter will be called Hanshuang..."

Another tear fell from the corner of Duke An's eyes, as if he was caught in the memory: "It is also said that 'thousands of trees are turned yellow, only Furong is fragrant alone', Furong is also called Jushuanghua, so it is good to name my daughter Furong. After hesitating for a long time, I finally decided on the name 'Han Shuang' for my youngest daughter. Now that I think about it, it would be better to call her Furong. A girl's appearance is only second, and the most important thing is to have the character of resisting Shuang Hua..."

He seemed to think of what Zhu Hanshuang had done, and then thought of Mrs. An Guogong’s rescue and arranging a man to work in the mansion. The warmth on An Guogong’s face was instantly replaced by coldness, and he said in a low voice: “What about you? Sorry, I?"

   And these questions will never wait for a response.

  An Guogong thumped the ground hard, looking extremely painful.

   Hasty footsteps sounded, and the first person to come in was Prince Anguo.

  The moment he saw the scene in the house, the son of An Guogong's eyes were tearing apart: "Mother—"

  He staggered in, the soles of his boots soon stained with blood.

   "Father, what's going on?" An Guogong's son knelt beside Mrs. An Guogong's wife and asked with clenched fists.

   "I killed your mother by accident." An Guogong didn't look at An Guogong's son, staring at the **** ground and murmured.

  An Guogong's son trembled all over: "Why?"

   "Because of your second sister..." Facing the eldest son who was raised as the heir, An Guogong didn't hide anything, and poured out the truth.

   Or the accident of manslaughtering his wife was too difficult for him to bear, and the only way to relieve the suffocation in his chest was to talk it out.

   After An Guogong finished speaking, Anguogong's son also finished listening.

   Knowing the truth, the prince of An Guogong did not respond for a while.

   Blame the father?

  Anyone who hears that his daughter has done such a thing, which may harm the whole family, will be furious.

  An Guogong's mansion has a foundation of more than a hundred years, and there are not many clansmen who live by this big tree. If they are ruined because of the second sister, these people will not be able to see their ancestors in a hundred years.

   It's just that it's not bad to lose, but I'm afraid it will cost the lives of the whole clan.

  The father pushed the mother away in a rage, and the mother fell and was punctured by the fragments of the vase on the ground...

  God, if you want to talk about punishment, isn't this kind of punishment too cruel?

  The prince of An Guogong bit his lip hard, and asked after a long time: "What is father going to do?"

  By this time, Duke An also regained his sanity, and said dully: "Keep your servants' mouths in check, just say that your mother has died of a sudden illness, and report the funeral to all the prefectures."

   "Sudden illness?" The prince of An Guogong smiled bitterly, "Father, people in the world are not fools, and my mother is just forty years old. How could she have a sudden illness? Those people don't know how they will speculate about our Duke's Mansion after dinner."

  How could An Guogong not know these truths, but such an accident was really unexpected, how could such a major event as the head of the house's mistress die suddenly, so that it would not be in the slightest.

  His eyes wandered blankly and landed on the dining table.

  There is a plate of crab dumplings on the table, which is already completely cold.

  He remembered that both his wife and second daughter loved this bite.

  Grand An Guo slowed down, and murmured: "Just say that your mother was in a hurry when eating crab dumplings, and accidentally choked."

  The prince of An Guogong's complexion kept changing, and finally nodded with difficulty.

  The world is like this. When it is reported that Mrs. An Guogong died of a sudden illness, I am afraid that I will think about any embarrassing things, and I will never believe that I really fell ill. If a specific cause of death is given, even if it is a bizarre incident such as choking to death while eating dumplings, the guess will be smaller.

   At most, people will sigh behind their backs that Mrs. Anguo's death is not worth it.

   In fact, the mother's death is really not worth it.

  An Guogong's son had tears in his eyes, gritted his teeth and asked, "How does father plan to deal with the second sister?"

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  (end of this chapter)