Chapter 867: The past of the young marshal and Zhongqing [8]
Zhong Qing still had a blank look and shook her head: "Is it about that time when I was nine years old?"
Her expression became a little sad and melancholy.
At that time, she happened to be at the age when she was working hard to climb up in the Zhong family. Her mother died and her father didn't remember her at all. Her sisters treated her like a waste and abused her. Her aunts, wives and mothers also didn't like her.
He looked at her with a bit of mockery in his eyes, calling her a little bastard, and clearly saying that she looked like a vixen and would definitely be like her mother in the future, dominating men and not understanding.
, shameless!
That time was a time in her life that she would never want to recall. If it were someone else's childhood, it would have been incredibly beautiful and sweet and unforgettable. But for her, it was the most torturous and cruel time. Every day, everything on her body
When her skin was not intact, she was pinched, caught, and beaten. Even the servants dared to take it out on her...
Later, I couldn't bear it anymore.
fear death.
It was at that time that I really started to be afraid of death.
Because I have been on the verge of life and death too many times. Every time I thought I could really die, but I couldn't, I felt that kind of terror, which became more and more familiar, more intense, and more and more intense.
It made her panic.
When she was eight or nine years old, she was already changing.
She tried her best to please her father, and then sent away the sisters who wanted her dead one by one...
That period of time was too miserable, so she simply let herself forget it gradually.
She later searched for a lot of medicinal materials and removed all the scars left on her skin, in order to completely forget about it.
Thinking of this, Zhong Qing felt like her body was trembling.
"What happened at that time...I have almost forgotten it."
"I don't like to think about it, so I let myself forget it..." Zhong Qing pursed her lips and said softly: "It's not that I have to forget it, but if I don't forget it, maybe I won't be able to rest at ease.
When I fall asleep, I scream in panic every day... It seems that as soon as I close my eyes, I can see my mother dying in front of me, my sisters scolding me, my father ignoring me, and they are all beating me
