Chapter 001 Death

　　In March, the peach blossoms are hanging from the branches. The sky above Kyoto was colored in shades of red, like fire, and was too gorgeous to be seen. The wind, on the other hand, gathered slowly from the fire-like sky and kept passing through the window pane, enveloping the people in the house. 　　Xie Shuning leaned feebly against the window, gazing at the sky from afar, and shivered with excitement at this early spring wind. She suddenly coughed heavily. The brocade handkerchief covered her mouth, but it couldn't hide her heart-rending coughs at all. Each sound almost drained her breath. 　　"Mother - Mother -" 　　Suddenly, the tightly closed door opened wide. The little child wearing a royal blue woof jacket stumbled in, his eyes round and bright, his arms and legs working together as he tried to jump into her arms. 　　It was Zhen Ge'er! 　　Xie Shuning coughed as she hurriedly had her son stopped. 　　She was very sick and had a heavy aura, so she was afraid that she would give it to Zhen Ge'er, so she didn't ask him to get close to her on weekdays. So the eldest maids, Yue Bai and Green Thickness, flew forward and stopped him on one side. 　　"Mother, don't you like Zhen'er anymore? Why aren't you even hugging Prov'er anymore?" The tiny child's mouth was deflated, his eyes glistening with tears as he struggled and cried out. 　　Xie Shuning's heart broke as she listened, but the tickle in her throat did not recede at all with one cough after another, but instead grew more and more screamingly intolerable. She coughed so much that she bent over, tears in the corners of her eyes, and it was difficult to spit out words from her mouth. 　　She heard Yue Bai say to Zhen Ge'er with a sobbing voice: "Master Shizi, the madam is still sick, so please be more obedient." 　　But Proverbs has not seen her for a long time, this time where willing to listen to Yue Bai's advice. 　　"Prov'er ......" she couldn't, only had to struggle to straighten her back, trying to stop the itch in her throat, mute and persuasive, "You be good ...... etc. , wait for mother's illness ...... to get well, then ......" 　　The words came to this point, the voice paused, and she suddenly could no longer speak. 　　The child who was only four years old was bitter, and it was not easy to hold back the tears in his eyes, and raised his voice and said, "Good, Pro'er be good, and mother will get well soon! Mother will take her medicine obediently, and when she's well, she'll take Pro'er to fly a kite." 　　Xie Shuning looked away, tears streaming down her face, unable to stop them. 　　"Master Shizi, will the slave girl lead you back?" Green Nong bent down and asked softly. 　　Zhen Ge'er answered, and with a step and three turns back, was led out the door by Green Nong. 　　Only when that tiny silhouette disappeared from in front of her did Xie Shuning loosen her tightly clenched teeth and let out a sob. 　　In addition to her poor son, who else in this house did not know that she was dying? 　　She hated herself for being useless, hated herself for being poisonous. If not for her uselessness, a small wind chill would not have turned into such a situation. 　　In those years, the Duke of Chengdu, Yan Huai, was in a position of power and influence. 　　The Xie family, because of the previous offense, now can only live in peace, in the eyes of the public has long been like a dying struggle. Lin Yuanzhi was afraid of being implicated by her, personally with her to feed "medicine" - a bowl of medicine to kill her! 　　But she understood that at this time of the year, who was not afraid of Yan Huai? 　　After the death of the late emperor, Yan Huai, the Duke of Chengguo, helped his seven-year-old fifteenth son to take the throne and changed his name to Chengxing, the Jia Ming Emperor. The emperor was young and helpless, so he was the regent. 　　Yan Huai today is only twenty five, but his means, ruthless. And also temperamental, people see all avoid retreat. 　　When he was just thirteen, the former Duke Yan Jing was seriously ill, as the son of his return to the capital from the outside. Three days after his father died, he house arrest stepmother, half-brother sent to the desert north. Until the age of sixteen, his stepmother, Wan's, stole his brother back to the capital, Yan Huai found, and threw down three feet of white silk and ordered his brother to hang Wan's death. At the age of seventeen, he killed his brother and was promoted to the rank of Commander of the Brocade Guards. In the following year, he was promoted to the left military governor of the Central Military Governor's Office, in charge of the garrison in the capital. At the age of twenty-two, with a thunderous force annexed the east and west factories. 　　Since then, in just a few years, all the people in the court heard of Yan Huai's name will be a war. 　　Therefore, although the world is still named Ji, but has long been Yan's bag. Even within the palace, he also like into no man's land, no taboo. 　　Such a person, Xie family can not afford to offend, the Lin family is just a broken small marquis, but also to hide can not hide. What's more, the Lin family now has an Aunt Wen ....... 　　Xie Shuning closed her eyes, unable to bear to think about it. 　　She knew that Lin Yuanzhi was just making the right choice, even if she were to change places, she would not hesitate to take action against him. But if she were to die, what would happen to her Zhen Ge'er? The snow-white handkerchief was stained with red marks after a gush of sweetness in her throat. She weakly threw away the cloth and fell into a deep sleep with her eyes closed. After an unknown amount of time, she awoke abruptly from her sleep, drenched in cold sweat, and grabbed the brocade quilt covering her body and hissed, "Lun Nong, where's Master Shizi?" 　　Green thick is adding powder to the gilt filigree enamel incense burner, heard the voice slightly stunned, hesitantly said: "The son of the master is not willing to go back to his room, took people to the garden." 　　The garden? 　　Xie Shuning's body trembled unceasingly, barely able to hold herself together as she said sternly under her breath, "Go find it! Return the Shizi Master to the house properly!" 　　Green Nong's hand shook as she held the silver spoon. 　　"Ma'am - it's not good ma'am -" Suddenly, the voice of Zhou, the nursemaid of Prosperity's son, resounded from outside. 　　Xie Shuning's heart was startled, remembering her own dream just now, her heart was immediately in turmoil, and she hurriedly summoned someone in to ask, "What's wrong?" 　　Zhou's face was full of horror, "flop" fell on her knees in front of her, heavily kowtowed and said: "Master Shizi drowned ......". 　　The terrified words were like a thunderbolt falling on her ears, Xie Shuning suddenly lifted up the brocade blanket, strenuously got up, and was about to walk out. Yue Bai heard the words is also heart and soul, and know that he is at the moment can not stop her, so he took a thick cloak to put on for her. Lun Nong, however, was eager to stop her, but Xie Shuning coldly swept a glance, and sheepishly let go of her hand. 　　Zhou climbed up from the ground and followed, crying, "The slave girl deserves to die, ma'am ......" 　　"Shut up!" Xie Shuning was weak, her legs and feet were weak, where she still had the strength to tangle with Zhou, gritted her teeth and reprimanded her to shut her mouth before she could rest in peace. 　　On the way, most of her body leaned on Yue Bai, and she was supported by Yue Bai as she struggled to move forward, silently remembering that something must not happen to Zhen Ge'er. But when she got close to Zhen's house, she heard a howl. 　　With a thump in her heart, Xie Shuning blanched and pushed away Yue Bai to stagger towards the inside, but she fell headlong into a cold embrace. 　　"Prodigy, go." 　　The voice above her head was extremely cold, and the hands gripping her shoulders were also extremely cold. 　　Xie Shuning cried out in pain, wanting to push Lin Yuanzhi away, but was restrained by him, and could only listen to him in a painfully annoyed tone, "Do you know that Xueluo fell into the water to save him, and lost her child!" 　　Wen Xueluo would save Pro's son? 　　A big joke! 　　In the end, it was her fault, she shouldn't have thought that Lin Yuanzhi had a true heart for her, she shouldn't have treated Wen Xueluo as a bosom friend...... 　　Xie Shuning stared up at Lin Yuanzhi's clear face, crying but laughing out loud, "A tiger's venom does not eat its children, Marquis you really have a good concubine!" When she finished speaking, her eyes grew cold and her bloodless lips opened and closed slightly, "You are afraid that the Xie family's affairs will involve you, but how come you are not afraid of Wen Xueluo's involvement?" 　　At the time of the Wen family's splendor, Lin Yuanzhi's aunt Wen was only two years old, and was betrothed to Yan Huai, the son of the Duke of Chengdu, who was also young. With today's Yan Huai's temperament, that is, he does not want the things that are only discarded, Lin Yuanzhi dare to pick up, is already touching the scale! 　　For the first time, she was like a shrew, biting hard on Lin Yuanzhi's hand, and rushed into the house while he was crying out in pain and letting go of his hand. 　　The silence of the room, her Zhen'er, a thin little ball curled up in the brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on the top of the brocade quilt, pale without a trace of color ....... 　　"Pro child, mother is here ...... you talk to my mother, right Pro child?" She looked at the pale and greenish face of Zhen'er, looked at his long and slender eyelashes like lifeless butterflies resting there motionlessly, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. 　　Lin Yuanzhi rushed into the room, reaching out to pull her. 　　She stared at him with lifeless eyes and asked expressionlessly, "It's just as well that you want to kill me, why don't you even spare Pro'er?" 　　"Are you crazy? Zhen'er is also my son! Don't I have a heartache?" When Lin Yuanzhi heard this, his grip on her arm tightened, and a look of deep pain appeared on his face. 　　Xie Shuning hung her head helplessly. He was heartbroken? If he was heartbroken, why did he only have the child in Wen Xueluo's womb when Prodigy went away? How ruthless was he to ask her if she knew that Wen Xueluo had lost her child at this time? 　　"Aunt Wen, you can't go in!" There was a sudden clamor outside the door. 　　The words fell, but Wen Xueluo had already been helped by someone, her face pale as she walked in, and as soon as she knelt down in front of Xie Shuning, she cried, "Madam, it's all my fault for not being able to pull the Shizi master ......" 　　"How can you be blamed for this, get up." Lin Yuanzhi was heartbroken that she had only just lost her child, and hurriedly went to help her. 　　Wen Xueluo, however, just obstinately knelt there, crying with pear blossoms, calling out for a good deal of heartache. The eggplant-colored skirt underneath her gradually swam out a dark red, seeing Lin Yuanzhi's heartache, turning his head to look angrily at Xie Shuning, "How much longer do you want her to kneel before you give up?" 　　Xie Shuning pretended she didn't hear him, and only mumbled his name against Prodigy's cold, bone-cold forehead. 　　"Xie Shuning, don't bully people too much!" Lin Yuanzhi crossed his eyebrows and snapped, "I know you don't feel good in your heart after what happened to Zhen'er, but Xue Luo has only just lost her fetus, so why are you being so deceitful?" 　　Wen Xueluo tears, knee walking to her feet, weak hand grasping her skirt, "Mrs., you kill me ...... is my bad ...... is my bad ... ... "The voice is weak, the demeanor is pitiful, but the hand that she grabbed Xie Shuning, in the corner where no one could see it was quietly tightened, leaving the water onion-like long nails ruthlessly into Xie Shuning's flesh, "Madam ...... " 　　"Someone, someone send Aunt Wen out!" Lin Yuanzhi frowned tightly, turning around and rushing out the door to bellow. 　　In a flash of lightning, Wen Xueluo violently raised a pretty face covered in tears, her eyes firmly locked onto her like a highly venomous snake, her cherry lips gently opened, and said in an extremely low voice, "I knew that it would be difficult to keep the child in my womb, but now that I'm using it to exchange for your son's life, it's too worth it!" 　　Xie Shuning was struck by lightning, and another mouthful of blood vomited out, straight onto Wen Xueluo's shirt. 　　"Is that so?" Xie Shuning laughed ruefully with blood at the corners of her mouth, before her eyes flashed, "In that case, how about using your life to pay for my son's life?" 　　Her sickly body suddenly exploded with amazing strength, she pulled the hairpin from her hair and ruthlessly stabbed it into Wen Xueluo's throat, and with a "giggle", hot blood splattered all over her face. 　　Lin Yuanzhi, who heard the sound and turned back, showed his eyes, striding forward to push her to the ground, holding Wen Xueluo and calling out in a desperate voice. 　　Xie Shuning collapsed onto the cold ground, laughing silently. Her body curled up tightly into a ball, she whimpered, "Zhen'er, you wait for mother Zhen'er ......" 　　...... 　　In the second year of Emperor Jia Ming's reign in West Vietnam, spring. 　　Lin Zhen, son of the Marquis of Changping, wife Xie, dies.