Ye Qinglan's heart sank, but her face calmed down. She entered the delivery room with Ye Qinglan.
The delivery room has been cleaned up, but the lingering smell of blood cannot be dissipated. Cui Jing, with a pale face, was lying on the bed, her lower body was a shocking bright red, soaking into the quilt. Her eyes were dull.
, his face turned blue, which was already a sign of death.
Cui Wan held her hand, sobbing, and shouted intermittently: "Jing Niang... don't be so cruel... don't leave like this..."
Ye Yuanwei stood by the bed, feeling sad for Cui Jing who was about to die, but also worried about Cui Wan. When Cui Jing was dying, her mind became clearer. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at Ye Yuanwei, tears slowly oozing out of the corners of her eyes.
This thick and sad atmosphere is so heavy that it makes people breathless.
Ye Qingning had never seen such a farewell scene before. He only felt that his throat was tight and his eyes were inexplicably sour. Ye Qinglan also felt sour in her heart. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. All the words were gone.
It's stuck in the throat.
Cui Jing's hand moved slightly and her voice was weak: "Young Master..."
"Jing Niang," Cui Wan didn't have time to wipe her tears with her sleeves, and said with red eyes: "I have sent for a doctor, you must hold on."
Cui Jing smiled sadly: "No need, I understand very well, I... have to leave..."
Cui Wan wanted to comfort her with a smile, but tears rolled down one after another. Why would God not let go of such a young and vivid life?
A slight blush appeared on Cui Jing's pale face, and her eyes were a little brighter than before. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. This is a sign of returning to the past: "Young mistress, where is my child? I want to take a good look at it before leaving.
Give him a look."
Choking with sobs, Cui Wan nodded and whispered to the maid next to her to ask the wet nurse to bring the newborn baby over.
The young wet nurse hurriedly came with the child in her arms. The strong smell of blood in the room made the child uncomfortable. As soon as he entered the room, he started fussing and crying.
The wet nurse coaxed the child and carefully carried the child to the bed. Cui Jing took a look.
Her little face was red from crying and wrinkled like a little bun. But Cui Jing looked attentively and carefully, her eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance. This was the child she had spent so much hard work and sacrificed her life for.
It is her and Ye Yuanwei's flesh and blood. She originally hoped to raise him personally, but unfortunately, this is destined to be just a luxury hope. She will leave soon. This child will be born without his mother...
Cui Jing's eyes flashed with water, and she looked at Cui Wan sadly: "Young mistress, please take good care of him..."
Cui Wan nodded vigorously and responded with choked sobs: "Jing Niang, don't worry. I will definitely take care of her as my own daughter."
Biological daughter? Cui Jing's heart suddenly went cold, and she murmured, "Is it a daughter?" She was unconscious all the time, and she didn't even know that she was giving birth to a daughter.
Cui Wan saw something wrong with her expression and hurriedly tugged on Ye Yuanwei's sleeve.
Ye Yuanwei suppressed the sadness in his heart, sat down by the bed, and said softly: "Ms. Jing, I like my daughter too. Don't worry. I will take good care of her when she grows up."
Cui Jing smiled bitterly, with deep self-deprecation flashing in her eyes. She was already about to die. Do she still care about whether she would give birth to a daughter or a son? Forget it, after death, she only hopes that this child can grow up safely under the protection of Ye Yuanwei.
Just fine.
Being so close, Ye Yuanwei could clearly see the light in Cui Wan's eyes extinguishing quickly. He felt sour in his heart that it was indescribable. He subconsciously held Cui Jing's cold hand: "Jing Niang, do you have anything else to say?"
Cui Jing's consciousness was already a little blurry, and this familiar warm voice sounded faintly in her ears. Tears quickly overflowed from her eyes, and she murmured in her mouth: "I just hope that in the next life, I can meet you earlier than my cousin..."
"
Maybe then, you will like me as much as you like your cousin, and I will be the only one in your heart. I no longer have to stand humbly in the corner and look at you quietly, or think about you sadly and hopelessly in the long night.
You must not know that I, who was wronged and sad and was forced to marry into the house, fell deeply in love with you the moment you lifted the hijab. But I know that you treat me well just because of your nature.
Gentle and generous. What you really love is your cousin Cui Wan.
You must not know how envious and jealous I am of her. I am so looking forward to giving birth to a son for you, so that you will treat me better because of my son. However, such a small prayer is also a luxury...
If there is an afterlife, I just hope that I can meet you sooner. If there is an afterlife, I just hope that the person who is by your side is me...
Cui Jing slowly closed her eyes, her left hand dropped weakly, and she stopped breathing.
Ye Yuanwei's nose felt sore and tears came to his eyes.
Cui Wan was overly sad and emotionally unstable. Her vision went dark and she fainted again. Ye Qinglan had quick eyesight and quickly caught Cui Wan: "Cousin, my cousin has fainted."
Ye Yuanwei barely suppressed the grief in his heart, stood up and supported Cui Wan. He could no longer bear to look at Cui Jing on the bed. The child in the nanny's arms was crying endlessly, as if he knew that his own mother was dead.
Mrs. Zheng had been waiting outside, and when she saw Ye Yuanwei coming out holding the fainted Cui Wan, she couldn't help but frown: "Aunt Cui has gone. Mrs. Cui must be grieving with restraint, so as not to hurt the child in her belly.
Let her have a good rest first, and I will take care of the funeral."
Ye Yuanwei nodded with red eyes.
As Cui Jing's concubine, she only needs to be buried in a coffin when she dies. There is no need to decorate a mourning hall. Zheng ordered people to deliver the letter to Cui's house and prepare the coffin for burial. In the evening, everything was taken care of.
.
After Cui Wan woke up, she didn't speak and was just in a daze.
Ye Yuanwei sat by the bed, and was heartbroken when he saw her lost look: "Wan Niang, don't be sad. Jing Niang has passed away, and you should take better care of yourself. You are still pregnant with a child...
"
Two strings of crystal tears suddenly fell down.
Cui Wan relaxed her shoulders slightly and shed tears silently. No, she was the one who harmed Cui Jing.
If it weren't for the fact that she had never given birth to a son, Ye Yuanwei would not have been in a hurry to take a concubine, and Cui Jing would not have been brought into the house, and she would not have become pregnant early. If she could take better care of Cui Jing, Cui Jing would not be pregnant.
Jing's health would not have been so bad and she would have encountered a difficult delivery. If she could have been more firm at the critical moment of Cui Jing's delivery, the midwives would not have only cared about the child and ignored Cui Jing's safety...
Cui Jing was still so young, but she died early. Everything was her fault...
Cui Wan was confused. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became and her tears kept falling. Ye Yuanwei coaxed him for a long time, but he couldn't coax him well. He was anxious and helpless. But Zheng sent someone to urge him to go to Changhe Hall.
Family dinner.
Ye Yuanwei was not in the mood to eat or drink, so he dismissed the maid casually and stayed with Cui Wan.
Cui Wan didn't eat, and he had no appetite. One of the couple sat weeping, the other secretly sad, and both couldn't sleep all night.
Early the next morning, Cui Wan didn't get up. Ye Yuanwei went to Luomei Courtyard alone to pay his respects to his parents. Seeing his haggard and ugly face, Mrs. Zheng couldn't help but said, "Aunt Cui went like this. I know you are unhappy."
It feels good, but no matter what, you have to take care of your health. That's all for last night. You can't avoid attending the family dinner anymore. There will be guests in the house today, so cheer up."
Ye Yuanwei nodded silently.
Zheng asked Cui Wan again: "Didn't Cui have dinner last night?"
Seeing Ye Yuanwei nodding, Mrs. Zheng suddenly became angry: "She usually looks calm, but why is she getting confused at this time? People are dead, and they can't come back no matter how sad they are. The most important thing now is
It’s best to take care of yourself. She doesn’t want to eat, and the child in her belly can’t bear it.”
Ye Yuanwei sighed: "Mother, please calm down. Jing Niang is her cousin, so it is inevitable that she will feel uncomfortable. After some time, she will naturally get better." No one can be ruthless, let alone Cui Wan.
, how could he feel better?
Mrs. Zheng snorted lightly and finally said nothing more.
At this time, Ye Qinglan quietly slipped out of Hefeng Garden and went to Qinfang Garden.
Cui Wan was a thoughtful, kind-hearted and emotional woman. Cui Jing's death must have been a huge blow to her.
Although it was the New Year, the most lively time, Qinfang Garden was strangely quiet. There were no smiles on the faces of the maids and women coming and going.
Ye Qinglan arrived outside Cui Wan's bedroom with ease, and met Chao Yun who looked anxious and was walking in a hurry.
"Chaoyun, what's wrong?" Ye Qinglan's heart moved and she quickly asked: "Where are you going?"
Chao Yun sighed: "The young mistress hasn't gotten up yet. I just knocked on the door and found that my forehead was a little hot. I was about to report it to the young master."
Ye Qinglan was startled and ordered without hesitation: "There will be guests coming to the house today. My cousin must be in Changhe Hall. You go quietly and don't disturb the eldest aunt. By the way, let someone leave the house and ask the doctor to come over."
Chaoyun immediately agreed.
Ye Qinglan quickened her pace and opened the door. Cui Wanyan was lying on the bedside, her face pale, and there were two unusual blushes on her cheeks.
Cui Wan heard the footsteps and opened her eyes. Her voice was weak: "Thirteenth sister, why are you here?"
Ye Qinglan sat beside the bed and sighed: "Sister-in-law, there is no resurrection after death. No matter how sad you are, you should take good care of your body. If you hurt your body and then affect the child in your belly, it will be too late to regret.
"
Cui Wan didn't know this. But whenever she thought of the dead Cui Jing, she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.
"Ten sisters, I was the one who harmed Jingniang." Cui Wan's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were full of self-blame and guilt: "If it weren't for me, Jingniang wouldn't have died at such a young age..." (To be completed
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