Shen Wan comforted Dr. An, a good boy, who also came. The doctor took a look and said it was nothing serious, but still prescribed some medicine and asked him to boil water and clean his eyes.
Shen Wan asked Qiu Ju to send the doctor away, and asked Song Ziling to carry the boy An to his room.
She sat on the kang, looked at Song Ziyu who was standing aside and said, "Tell me! What do you want to do?"
"Mom, what does this mean?"
Song Ziyu asked.
What are you talking about?
I don't understand.
Shen Wan frowned and said, "What do I mean?
You know it very well."
Song Ziyu: "If you don't know your daughter, please ask your mother to explain."
Her mother thought she hurt Song Zian on purpose, so she asked her what she wanted to do?
What does she want to do?
She doesn't know what she wants to do?
Anyway, when she saw that Song Zian was favored, that Song Ziling was promising, and that the two brothers loved each other, she felt unhappy in her heart, and she wanted to do something to relieve the unhappiness.
Shen Wan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were filled with a deep chill.
"If you have resentment in your heart, come to me. Don't hurt Zian.
He is less than one year old, how could you be so cruel as to do this to him?"
"In mother's eyes, am I such a bad person?
Even hurt your own brother?"
Although she did do it on purpose, her mother also thought she did it on purpose, and she was very angry.
Because, in her mother's eyes, her daughter, who had been in prison, was a bad person who even hurt her own brother who was less than one year old.
Shen Wan looked at her and said, "I don't want to think bad of you, but the facts are right in front of you.
Last time you scratched Zian's face, I believe you did it unintentionally and didn't say anything.
Now that you have hurt Zian's eyes again, hurting him for the second time, if I continue to believe that you did it unintentionally, wouldn't I be a fool?
Give you a chance to hurt him a third time."
"I really didn't mean it. Why doesn't Mom believe me?"
Song Ziyu lowered his head and whispered, as if mumbling to himself.
Shen Wan pursed her lips and said nothing. If Song Ziyu hadn't done it on purpose, she would have written Shen Wan's name upside down.
Seeing that Shen Wan was silent, Song Ziyu said again: "Since mother doesn't believe me, just assume I did it on purpose!"
Shen Wan glanced at her and said, "Don't talk as if someone has wronged you.
Just tell me directly, what do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?"
Song Ziyu tilted his head as if he was asking someone else or himself.
"I don't know what I want to do?
What do you think I want to do?"
Song Ziyu looked at Shen Wan and asked.
Shen Wan said: "You were in jail, and you were resentful towards me and your father, so you vented your resentment by hurting your brother, retaliating against us and making us feel bad."
"Mother, is your heart hurt?"
Song Ziyu looked at Shen Wan's heart and asked.
Shen Wan glared at her and said, "Mother and son are connected. The pain is in the son's body, but the pain is in the mother's heart. Do you think I feel distressed?"
Song Ziyu nodded and said, "I must feel distressed. What a mother-son connection! I am also your mother's child. I am suffering in prison, but does your mother feel sorry for me?"
Before Shen Wan could speak, Song Ziyu started asking and answering questions again, "I definitely don't feel bad. If I did, I wouldn't have let me suffer this crime in the first place. You would rather have a cold plaque than I don’t want to beg the emperor to let my living daughter come out of prison.”
Shen Wan didn't speak, and when she saw that she didn't speak, Song Ziyu smiled and said, "Why don't you speak, mother?