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He used his life, his pathological attachment to me, to blackmail me into staying.
My fingertips were icy, and all my strength had been drained away.
How could he do this? How could he resort to such a method?
I watched him struggle in pain, and uncontrollable images flashed through my mind.
When he was three years old, he suddenly developed a high fever, his body covered in red rashes, and the physician was at a loss.
I kept vigil by his bedside day and night, wiping his body with warm water over and over again, feeding him medicine with my mouth.
In his delirium from the fever, he only knew to cling tightly to my clothing, softly calling out "Mother."
At that time, he was so fragile, so helpless.
And now, he had become this way, stabbing at my softest places with the sharpest of methods.
I took a step forward, lowering my voice, tinged with a sense of helpless fatigue.
"Chuer, please calm down..."
I approached him, trying to untie the cloth around his neck.
His eyes were fixed on me, filled with a hint of vigilance, but more so with an almost desperate longing.
He didn’t stop me, but I could feel his body tense up as if he would tighten the cloth the moment I showed any sign of wanting to escape.
I carefully wiped the medicine that had dribbled from the corner of his mouth, feeling his burning forehead.
That familiar sensation of caring for someone weak stirred a mix of emotions within me.
The child I once fought so hard to protect has now become the cage that confines me.
However, just as I finished dealing with everything and was preparing to find an excuse to leave, I returned home.
As soon as I stepped through the gate, I heard muffled sounds and low reprimands coming from inside the house.
My heart sank, a wave of ominous premonition washing over me.
Pushing open the door, the sight inside froze me in place.
On the floor, there was a large puddle of water, the source of which I could not identify.
Xiao Yuan stood tall beside the water, his expression solemn as he suppressed his anger.
At his feet knelt a figure in disarray, hands bound behind their back and mouth gagged with torn cloth, only able to emit painful whimpers.
The person wore ordinary coarse clothing, but in the reflection of the water on the ground, I clearly saw a small, blood-red badge hanging at their waist.
An infiltrator from the Liu Manor!
They had already infiltrated our home!
Xiao Yuan lifted his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over me before landing on the blood-red badge.
He said nothing, but his eyes told me that everything had been discovered.
I stared at that blood-red badge, feeling my blood run cold.
The Liu Manor—how could they have gotten so close?
Xiao Yuan didn't give me any time to react.
He swiftly picked up the man as if he were lifting a small chicken and dragged him directly to the woodshed in the backyard.
Only a few muffled groans and weak struggles could be heard from the shed, but soon it fell silent.
The next day, there was a knock at the door.
It was a servant from Liu Chu's side, holding a lacquered red tray with a white jade medicine cup on it.
He said that Master Liu was gravely ill but still remembered my "deficiency of both Qi and blood," and had specially sent someone to deliver some high-quality tonic.
I looked at the medicinal soup, thick as blood, with a layer of fine golden shimmer on the surface.
Gold powder? Who would put gold powder in medicine?
A chill rose from the soles of my feet, shooting straight to my head.
I set the medicine cup aside and continued working on the hundred sons painting.
This was an order for a wealthy merchant in the eastern part of the city, crucial for a family's livelihood.
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