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

Looking at Meng Siya, Lin Daxiong felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He took a step back, waving his hands repeatedly and shaking his head like a rattle drum.

"No! Absolutely not! Girl, you're killing me!"

"If this lie gets to Xingzhi's ears, he'll go crazy! He'll really kill me!"

Meng Siya's face was expressionless; she just stared at him quietly, which made Lin Daxiong feel uneasy.

"He's gone mad, but that's better than him being dead."

Her voice was soft, but every word struck Lin Daxiong's heart.

"I'm asking you, is it because he's distracted now, and the Shangguan family has a handle on him, that he can't even keep his position as crown prince, and in the end, everyone dies together?"

"Or should I let him think I'm dead, so he'll give up on me and focus solely on fighting those people?"

Lin Daxiong was speechless after her question, and his face turned as red as a pig's liver.

He knew she was right.

Given Xingzhi's personality, once he finds out that Ya Ya is still alive and has given birth to his son, he will definitely do everything in his power to bring her to his side.

At that time, the Shangguan family will seize this opportunity to attack the Crown Prince for his moral depravity, for keeping a mistress outside the palace, and for disrespecting the dignity of the royal family.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

But... but we can't use this method!

"But... but that doesn't mean you're dead!" Lin Daxiong paced anxiously. "That would be too cruel!"

"cruel?"

Meng Siya laughed, and her laughter was full of sarcasm.

"On his wedding day, I suffered a severe postpartum hemorrhage in the delivery room and almost died. Wasn't he cruel?"

"He promised me a lifetime of love and commitment, but then he turned around and married someone else, making me a concubine who couldn't be seen in public. Isn't he cruel?"

"Lin Daxiong, tell me, who was cruel to whom?"

She pressed him relentlessly, each word making Lin Daxiong's conscience uneasy, leaving him speechless.

Looking at him like this, Meng Siya softened her voice, but her tone sent chills down one's spine.

"Haven't you always felt indebted to him?"

"Now is your chance to repay him."

"Only if I die can he live."

“Only if I die…” she paused, her face showing an expression that was hard to tell whether it was hatred or sorrow, “can he suffer even more.”

Lin Daxiong was stunned; she wasn't joking.

She wanted Ji Yongyan to torture her personally, to make him suffer terribly.

Lin Daxiong was persuaded, or rather, intimidated by Meng Siya's reckless attitude.

With trembling hands, he replied to the letter from the capital, but he didn't dare write about the death of both mother and child. He only vaguely wrote that there was no news yet and the situation was not good.

Meng Siya saw this and didn't press him any further; some things need to be done slowly.

She turned and went into the house, took a box out of the trunk and handed it to her mute cousin.

"Take these to town and exchange them for banknotes."

"Don't be too conspicuous, go in batches, and find different pawnshops."

She didn't want to go to the capital crying and begging for a title; she wanted to return in style, but not to the Eastern Palace, but to the capital.

Before we knew it, the day of the full moon arrived.

The courtyard was deserted; there was no banquet, and no one came to offer their congratulations.

Meng Siya sat in front of the bronze mirror.

The woman in the mirror looked pale and lifeless due to postpartum blood loss.

She opened the makeup box that Ji Yongyan had sent, which was full of rouge and face powder.

She applied makeup little by little, concealing her haggard appearance and deepening her eyebrows and eyes.

Finally, her fingers traced the beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

She still remembers that Xingzhi loved to kiss this spot the most.

He said this was his darling.

Now, this mole only chills her heart.

She smiled at her made-up self in the mirror.

From this day forward, there will be no more Meng Siya, the foolish woman waiting for a man.

The night before departure was dark and windy.

When Zhao San, a scoundrel who had been burned before, heard that the family was leaving, he had another wicked idea.

He thought there was a lot of gold and silver treasure in this courtyard, and if he just took one or two pieces, it would be enough for him to live on for the rest of his life.

He found the base of the wall with practiced ease, and just as he was about to climb over it, before he could even stick his head out, he reached for the wall.

I felt a tightness in my ankle, and a strong force pulled me off the wall.

With a thud, he landed on his back, seeing stars.

Before he could even cry out, a foot had already stomped heavily on his chest.

His mute cousin looked at him with a blank expression, but his footwork grew stronger and stronger, making Zhao San's ribs crack and almost unable to breathe.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Meng Siya slowly walked out, carrying a lantern.

She looked at Zhao San, who was groaning on the ground, but didn't react.

She took a silver ingot out of her sleeve and threw it next to Zhao San's face.

With a clang, the silver coin rolled twice on the ground.

Zhao San stopped howling and stared wide-eyed at the ingot of silver, which weighed at least ten taels.

"This money is for your medical treatment."

Meng Siya's voice was cold and indifferent.

Zhao San stared blankly at her, not understanding what she meant.

"By the way, please keep an eye on this yard for me."

"I will come back."

“If when I return, a single brick in this courtyard has collapsed, I will tear your bones apart.”

These words, though not harsh, sent a shiver down Zhao San's spine.

He looked at the woman carrying the lantern and felt that she was more frightening than the mute man who had stepped on him earlier.

This woman frightened him.

He scrambled to pick up the silver, kowtowing repeatedly, and dared not have the slightest wicked thought again.

It was late at night, and Meng Siya was packing her last belongings.

As Madam Meng watched her carry out box after box of gold, silver and valuables, and then lock them up one by one, she felt a pang of resentment.

"Ya Ya, he sent all of these. Are you sure you want to take them with you?"

Meng Siya's hands didn't stop moving.

Why didn't you bring it?

"This is what he owes me."

She pulled out the undergarment from the bottom of the trunk.

It was brought by Xingzhi back then, and there were still bamboo leaves she had embroidered by hand and dark red bloodstains that could not be washed off.

She took the dress and walked to the candlelight.

The flames licked at the hem of the clothes, and the fabric slowly curled up and turned black.

"Ya Ya, it's better to burn it, at least it'll be clean..."

Madam Meng thought she was going to burn it and was about to say something to stop her.

Meng Siya withdrew her hand.

She blew out the sparks on the hem of her clothes, folded the old garment with burn marks back up, and tucked it into the deepest part of the trunk.

"Burned?"

She gave a cold laugh.

"That's too easy on him."

"I want to keep it so that I can always remind myself how I escaped death."

"Keep it, so that one day in the future, you can ask him about it in front of him."

"When he was wearing his dragon robe and marrying his new wife, did he remember that there was another woman wearing this blood-stained robe, giving birth to his child in the countryside?"