Chapter 1704: Chapter 1642: The Death of Madam Lu
Madam Lu is dead, killed by her own daughter, dying with eyes wide open.
Wufu entered the woodshed and saw Zhou Xiuer curled up in a corner, her eyes vacant as she gazed at Madam Luâs corpse. Madam Lu no longer resembled her once plump self.
She lay on a pile of disorderly firewood, her hair disheveled like a birdâs nest. She had become significantly thinner, with prominent cheekbones and sunken eyes. Her mouth wide open, a silvery thread of saliva hanging from its corners.
"Miss, she suffocated to death," Chi Wu came forward to inspect and reported, "There are strangulation marks on her neck."
Zhou Xiuer finally lifted her head. Her face was deathly pale, with fresh scratch marks on her cheeks. When her eyes met Wufuâs, they immediately shrank back.
"You killed your mother," Wufu said coldly, looking down at her from above.
Zhou Xiuer trembled all over, looked at Madam Luâs corpse again, and stretched out her hands, muttering, "I killed her, I killed her. She deserved to die. If not for her, Aunt wouldnât have died, and I wouldnât be in this position. She kept calling me useless. How am I useless? It was she who taught me. She kept scolding, always scolding, and I... I killed her, I killed her, sob sob."
Zhou Xiuer burst into tears.
"Silence," Wufu barked, "I didnât come to watch your performance!"
Zhou Xiuerâs cries stopped abruptly.
"You always blame others, but have you ever looked for fault in yourself? You resent her for not teaching you well, but why havenât you learned properly? You are selfish and cold by nature, always longing for wealth and status, but have you ever considered whether you are capable of handling it?" Wufu said icily, "Your mistake is in having ambitions higher than the sky but a fate as fragile as paper, unable to recognize your own position."
"You say your motherâs death is because of your mother. Do you know that the sachet you wear contains labor-inducing medicine? Do you realize that every step of yours has been calculated by others? My motherâs death was orchestrated by them, and you were the blade in the executionerâs hand, together killing my mother."
Zhou Xiuerâs eyes filled with terror.
"Zhou Xiuer, you are beyond saving. Youâre so foolish, serving as someoneâs killing blade without even realizing it. You even killed your own mother with your own hands. Youâre fated to live your life plagued by endless guilt and remorse. Heaven will not forgive you." Wufu finished speaking and turned to leave.
Zhou Xiuer rushed forward, grabbing Wufuâs skirt, and said, "Wufu, I was wrong, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me one more time. From now on, Iâll listen to you. Whatever you tell me to do, Iâll do. If you tell me to go east, Iâll never go west. Iâll listen to everything you say. Spare me, sob sob, weâre sisters!"
"I have no sister," Wufu slightly turned her head, glancing at her sideways. "Donât worry, I wonât do anything to you. Youâve already made a grave mistake. Live with the torment of your conscience for the rest of your life."
"Take Madam Lu away, and when Zhou Xueli arrives, let her take her back." Wufu instructed Chi Wu and the others and then looked at Zhou Xiuer, "As for you, when he arrives, go wherever you wish. You wonât fare any better anywhere else, for your life is destined to be a tragedy."
Wufu finished speaking and walked away without looking back.
Madam Luâs body was removed from the woodshed and the door was closed again. Zhou Xiuer cried out to be let out. How could she dare, how could she endure staying in the house where she killed her own mother?
Zhou Xiuer wailed and begged for mercy, yet no one turned back, nor pleaded on her behalf.
Just as Wufu said, she who killed her own mother with her own hands will forever be trapped in a cycle of nightmares, restless and tormented.