You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

The rain pounded on the roof tiles at night, and thunder roared from the horizon, sending chills down everyone's spine. Meng Siya lay in bed, her hand on her stomach, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

This awful weather is giving me the creeps.

Suddenly, the courtyard gate was pounded loudly and urgently. Meng Siya sat up with a start, her heart pounding in her throat.

It was the dead of night, and he didn't know who might come. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the scissors from under his pillow, put on his coat, lit the oil lamp, walked to the door, and held the latch, but dared not open it immediately.

She asked softly, "Who?"

There was no answer from outside. The sound of rain was muffled, and then there was a thud, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Meng Siya tensed up; something must have happened.

Without further hesitation, I helped pull the bolt and carefully pushed open the gate.

A cold wind blew in, almost extinguishing the flame on the oil lamp.

Outside the door, at her feet, a clump of mud mixed with blood was curled up on the ground.

It was a person whose appearance was indistinguishable, whose clothes were tattered, who was soaking wet, and who reeked of a foul stench.

Meng Siya was so frightened that she took a step back, and the oil lamp almost fell to the ground.

"My mute cousin!"

She called out to the side room in the courtyard.

A dark figure appeared behind her and protected her.

Just then, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating the courtyard.

It illuminated the faces of the people on the ground, which were covered in mud and blood.

That face...

His face was so thin it was unrecognizable, covered in scars and grime, yet those familiar features and eyes remained...

Meng Siya's mind went completely blank.

The oil lamp in her hand crashed to the ground with a clatter, spilling oil all over the floor, and the flame flickered twice before going out.

"mother?"

She trembled and uttered a syllable that even she couldn't believe.

She rushed over, ignoring the rain and mud on the ground, knelt beside the man, and wiped his face with trembling hands.

The mud was wiped away, revealing skin that was frighteningly pale.

It was her, the missing mother.

That pampered and privileged Mrs. Dream.

"Mother! Mother, what's wrong with you! Wake up!"

Meng Siya cried out, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the rain.

She wanted to pick up her mother, but she was pregnant and couldn't lift her.

"Quick! Come help!"

She cried out to the guards.

Without a word, the two guards stepped forward, one on each side, and carried Madam Meng into the room and placed her on the bed.

By candlelight, Meng Siya could see her mother's tragic condition.

This is no longer the Lady Meng she once was.

She was skin and bones, her hair was dry and yellow mixed with mud and filth, her clothes were tattered, and her exposed skin was covered in bruises and injuries.

Her left arm was badly injured.

The sleeves were burned to shreds and stuck to the skin and flesh, forming a large area of ​​burns. The skin and flesh were turned inside out, and in some places, they were blackened and rotten, emitting a burnt smell.

Meng Siya felt a wave of nausea wash over her; she covered her mouth, almost vomiting.

My heart aches so much it feels like it's about to break.

What happened to make him look so disheveled?

Her tears fell and landed on her mother's cold hand.

Don't cry! Now is not the time to cry!

Meng Siya suddenly remembered Lin Daxiong.

I remembered that unreliable doctor who found her annoying on the way and forced her to memorize a bunch of bottles and jars, making her memorize those methods for treating wounds.

"The biggest fear with burns is infection, so you should wash them with strong liquor!"

"The wound is deep; we need to stop the bleeding first!"

"If there's no medicine, just bandage it with clean strips of cloth!"

Those words she thought she would never need to use in her life were now crystal clear in her mind.

She wiped away her tears; she couldn't break down. She had to save her mother.

"Quick! Boil water! The more the better! And bring me my medicine box!" she yelled at the guards standing at the door.

"Go! Find the strongest liquor! Scissors! A clean cloth!"

The guards immediately sprang into action.

With trembling hands, Meng Siya picked up the scissors and carefully cut away the tattered cloth covering her mother's body, bit by bit, with blood and flesh stuck to it.

With each cut, her heart ached.

When the horrific burns were fully exposed, she couldn't help but gasp.

Hot water and strong liquor were quickly brought over.

Meng Siya used a cloth dampened with lukewarm water to gently wipe away the dirt around the wound.

Her hands were trembling violently, but her movements were without the slightest hesitation.

After cleaning it, she gritted her teeth and poured the strong liquor onto the wound.

A soft "sizzle" sound.

Madam Meng, who was lying unconscious on the bed, suddenly convulsed and let out a painful groan.

Meng Siya's heart clenched tightly, and tears fell again, but she didn't stop what she was doing.

Clean, apply medicine, and then carefully wrap with clean cloth strips layer by layer.

After doing all this, she was covered in sweat and almost completely exhausted.

She slumped to the edge of the bed, looking at her mother's sleeping face, which was still pale but more peaceful, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, one of the guards stepped forward and reported in a low voice.

“Madam, we are people left behind by our master. Before he left the capital, he gave us orders to find the old lady at all costs.”

“Three days ago, we found her in a beggar’s den outside the capital. At that time, the old lady was already... was on her deathbed. We dared not delay and sent her here as fast as we could.”

A beggar's den...

These three words, like three sharp knives, pierced Meng Siya's heart.

Her mother, the dignified mistress of the Dream Mansion, had actually fallen into a beggar's den!

Looking at her mother's face, which looked more than ten years older, and at the premature gray hair at her temples, Meng Siya's tears flowed again.

Do it...

That man was going to brave mountains of knives and seas of fire to reclaim everything that belonged to him, but in his heart, he still cared about his mother.

He said nothing, but did everything for her.

A powerful surge of warmth and bitterness washed over her heart.

She held her mother's hand, pressed it against her face, and sobbed uncontrollably.

Just then, Madam Meng on the bed suddenly began to tremble violently, her brows furrowed, and she uttered incoherent mutterings in her sleep.

"no, do not want……"

"Get away... get away..."

She suddenly opened her eyes, her cloudy eyes filled with terror.

"what--!"

A scream pierced the rainy night.

Madam Meng seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. She gripped Meng Siya's wrist tightly, and her long, dark fingernails instantly dug into Meng Siya's flesh.

"Don't burn me! Please! Don't burn me!"