Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1718

The excerpts from the Comprehensive Mirror with his annotations were copied into a book and circulated in the Hanlin Academy.

The Prime Minister at that time also said, "This boy will surely become a pillar of the country in the future."

It was such a son who disobeyed Old Madam Chi in terms of marriage, making her furious.

After she passed the imperial examination, the old lady had already taken a liking to General Ying's legitimate daughter.

This General Ying was the one who later rebelled in the Qingchen Plan.

Chi Yiqing said, "My son only cares about Qingqing."

"Do you know how prominent the Ying family is?" Old Madam Chi smashed the teacup in anger, and the flying porcelain fragments drew a bloody mark on the corner of Chi Yiqing's eye, which has remained a shallow scar ever since. "General Ying commands 100,000 cavalrymen in the North Wing! How many princes and nobles in the court wanted to marry his daughter but were unable to do so!"

Chi Yiqing did not move at all, letting the blood flow down his cheek, "My son will not marry anyone other than Qingqing in this life."

The "Qingqing" he mentioned was Huo Qingqing, the mother of Chi Yue and Chi Shuang. Her father Huo Jinshu had taught Chi Yiqing in his early years and was his first mentor.

Chi Yiqing was determined and married Huo Qingqing despite his family's opposition, which angered his parents, brothers and sisters.

The marriage was arranged hastily, but the two were in love, loving each other, and lived a happy life.

Many years passed, and Huo Qingqing gave birth to a son and a daughter for the eldest son of the Chi family. However, she still failed to gain the recognition and favor of her mother-in-law and was often bullied.

Chi Yiqing was disillusioned with the Chi family, angry and helpless about his mother's troubles, and even more distressed that his wife was having a hard time in the Chi family, so he took the initiative to apply to the court for a transfer to another place to serve as a prefect.

I thought the family would be happy soon after they left for a distant place. Unfortunately, God was jealous of his talent. Just before Chi Yiqing was about to be appointed as the prefect, he caught a cold.

The symptoms came on violently, initially just a cough and low fever, the doctor prescribed a few prescriptions to dispel wind and cold, but three days later it suddenly turned into lung abscess, and the sputum he coughed up was stained with blood.

Huo Qingqing went to ask for help from Doctor Lin, who was on good terms with her husband, overnight. When he arrived, Chi Yiqing was already barely breathing, his fingers were blue, and even his pulse could not be felt.

Old Madam Chi was furious and blamed her eldest son's death entirely on the negligence of her eldest daughter-in-law.

That day, she smashed the celadon incense burner in the ancestral hall, pointed at her eldest daughter-in-law, Mrs. Huo, who was kneeling in front of the coffin, and gnashed her teeth, "If you hadn't fallen asleep late at night and delayed the time to call the doctor, how could my son have died?"

With trembling hands, she plucked the white flower from her eldest daughter-in-law's hair, threw it on the ground and crushed it. The white flower made of silk cloth was soon covered with the incense ash in front of the mourning hall.

She roared at Mrs. Huo, "Go to hell! Why don't you die with my son?"

Since then, Huo Qingqing's life in the Chi family has been like walking on thin ice.

The old lady ordered the charcoal fire in her room to be removed, and she was only allowed to wear plain linen clothes in the cold winter. Even more cruel, on the anniversary of Chi Yiqing's death, the old lady required the eldest daughter-in-law to kneel in the ancestral hall for twelve hours without eating or drinking.

In fact, Huo Qingqing had prepared a three-foot long white silk on the day her husband passed away suddenly. But when she looked down and saw four-year-old Chi Shuang tightly grasping the corner of her clothes and one-year-old Chi Yue still babbling, she finally untied the knot with shaking hands.

A mother is strong and she cannot die.

She had to hold on, and this lasted for seven whole years.