ebookland Chapter 126 May the Rest of My Life Be Peaceful (The End)
Chapter 126 May the Rest of My Life Be Peaceful (The End)
“Mother…” Su Muya’s voice was hoarse and weak, as if she had used up all her strength.
"Eat something, you haven't eaten all day." Su Daya said with concern, feeding Su Muya a piece of pastry.
Su Muya hesitated for a moment, but finally opened her mouth and ate the pastry. The pastry melted in her mouth, and its sweet taste brought her a sense of comfort.
Su Su Daya hugged Su Muya tightly, tears streaming silently down her face. She gently patted Su Muya's back and softly comforted her, "Muya, don't be afraid, Mother is here."
Su Muya cried in Su Daya's arms, pouring out the grievances she had felt over the past few days. Daya felt a little comforted when she saw that Su Muya was willing to eat. She fed Su Muya pastries piece by piece until Su Muya was full, and then she stopped.
After finishing her meal, Su Muya's emotions calmed down somewhat. She looked up at Su Daya, her eyes filled with fear. She was scared, she regretted it, and she didn't know why she had done such a thing. She hated her impulsiveness, her stupidity, and her ignorance.
Listening to Su Muya's sobs, Su Daya was filled with grief and self-reproach. She knew that Su Muya's current state stemmed from her grievances and helplessness. "Mother, I didn't poison her, I didn't harm Grandmother..."
Su Daya stroked Su Muya's hair tenderly and said softly, "Mother believes in you, Muya. Mother will definitely find a way to get you out of here."
Hearing Su Daya's words, a glimmer of hope flashed in Su Muya's eyes. "Mother is also responsible. She didn't guide Su Muya properly and didn't notice her abnormality in time, which led to today's tragedy."
Su Muya cried for a while, then gradually calmed down. She lifted her head from Su Daya's embrace, looked at Su Daya, and hesitated slightly in her eyes. She quietly slipped her hand under the covers. "Really?"
Su Daya nodded firmly, "Really, Muya. Mother will definitely find evidence to prove your innocence." She paused, then said, "Muya, tell Mother, what exactly did you see? Who did you see in the garden?" Su Daya's voice was low as she fumbled for a small package wrapped in cloth and secretly slipped it into Muya's hand.
"Mother, this... is for you." Su Muya's voice was very soft, as if a mosquito were humming.
Su Daya took the cloth bag with a puzzled look, finding it somewhat stiff to the touch. She adopted a serious expression, her eyes filled with inquiry.
Su Muya hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should tell Su Daya what she had seen. She was afraid, terrified, and didn't know how to face what was to come.
Seeing Su Muya's hesitant expression, Su Daya understood a few things. Under the dim light, she opened the cloth bag and found a small packet of medicine powder and a letter inside.
"What is this?" Su Daya asked, puzzled, her gaze falling on Su Muya's face.
Su Muya lowered her head, not daring to look Su Daya in the eye. She whispered, "This...this is what I did." She sighed and said softly, "Muya, tell your mother. Your mother will protect you. Only by telling the truth can we find the real murderer and clear your name."
Looking into Su Daya's firm yet gentle eyes, Su Muya finally mustered the courage to tell her what she had seen in the garden, and... and the letter she had written to Hongmei..." Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
Upon hearing this, Su Daya's face changed drastically, and the cloth bag in her hand fell to the ground. She couldn't believe her ears; she couldn't believe that her daughter had actually poisoned someone and framed them. She told Su Daya everything. She told Su Daya that she saw her second aunt sneakily walk to Master Lin's tea table and pour some powder into the teapot. Because of the distance, Su Muya couldn't see what her second aunt was holding, but her eyes were filled with red plum blossoms.
Su Daya trembled as she picked up the cloth bag from the ground, opened it again, and carefully examined the powder and letter inside. The color and smell of the powder were exactly the same as the "Heartbreak Powder" she had found in Hongmei's room before. The handwriting on the letter was indeed that Su Muya had told her that her second aunt must have poisoned her.
After listening to Su Muya's account, Su Daya's expression turned serious. She hadn't expected this matter to be related to her second aunt. She gripped Su Muya's hand tightly, a resolute glint in her eyes. "The handwriting..."
After reading the letter, Su Daya felt as if struck by lightning; her vision blurred, and she nearly fainted. She couldn't believe it, couldn't accept this fact. She had always believed Su Muya had been framed, that her daughter was innocent. Now, the truth has come out, Muya. Don't worry, Mother will definitely find out the truth and get justice for you.
However, she discovered that the real murderer was actually her own biological daughter.
Su Daya staggered back a few steps and slumped onto the woodpile, the letter slipping from her hand to the ground. Her eyes were lifeless, staring blankly ahead, as if she had lost her soul.
Seeing Su Daya's reaction, Su Muya was filled with fear and unease. She crawled to Su Daya's side, grabbed her hand tightly, and cried out, "Mother, Mother... I was wrong, I was wrong..." Her voice was hoarse and desperate, echoing in the silent woodshed.
Su Daya didn't speak or look at Su Muya. She just sat there blankly, as if she hadn't heard Su Muya's cries. The dim light shone on her pale face, reflecting her despair and helplessness.
Outside the woodshed, the night was deep, and the cold wind howled, as if mourning this tragedy.
"mother……"
Su Muya's hands were icy cold, tightly gripping Su Daya's rough hands. Su Daya's fingers twitched slightly, but she didn't respond to Su Muya's cries. The dim yellow light in the woodshed flickered, illuminating Su Muya's face, tears streaming down her cheeks, distorting her once beautiful features beyond recognition. Daya's hands trembled as she picked up the teacup on the table, wanting to drink some water to soothe her throat. The tea was already cold, and the icy taste did nothing to clear her muddled thoughts. She drank it sip by sip, her gaze fixed on the letters scattered on the floor. The handwriting on the letters was delicate and neat, the familiar handwriting of Muya, but now it felt like sharp knives, piercing her eyes and her heart.
The sound of the night watchman's gong came from outside; it was the third watch of the night.
Su Muya got up, slowly picked up the letter from the ground, folded it, and put it back into her cloth bag along with the porcelain vase. She walked to the dressing table, looked at her haggard face in the mirror, and took a deep breath.
Ten days later, she finally recovered and left with all her belongings.
After a tumultuous life, all she hoped for was a peaceful retirement, to wander the world with the one she loved and who knew her, and to be free from all these troubles.