FSC [QT] Chapter 87.2

Yu Yan is really good-looking, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and porcelain-white skin, just like an immortal boy in a Guanyin temple.

Even if he was dressed in shabby clothes, it couldn’t hide his elegant temperament from inside to outside. This was inherited from his father.

If Yu Fucai didn’t have such an outstanding face, Mrs. Yu probably wouldn’t have been so devoted to him and even ignored her own children for him.

The little girl being hugged by Yu Yan was his younger sister, Yu Wu. When she gave birth to this girl, Mrs. Yu suffered a lot.

At that time, Yu Fucai was about to take the imperial examination. He heard from somewhere that the Wenquxing Temple in Lin County was particularly effective, so he forced his wife, who was eight months pregnant at that time, to go to the temple with him to worship.

Yu Fucai and his wife were unlucky. On that day, a group of bandits fled to Lin County, smashing, looting, and burning all the way to Wenquxing Temple.

Fortunately, there was a nobleman in the temple that day, and the guards around the nobleman killed all the bandits after a desperate fight.

However, some pregnant women in the temple still had miscarriages.

Because many people had died in the temple, there were few clean houses left, and the environment was chaotic at the time, so several pregnant women with miscarriages had to give birth together.

It was said that a woman might survive the seventh month of pregnancy but not the eighth month. Mrs. Yu was eight months pregnant at that time and the birth was extremely difficult. She finally gave birth to a daughter, but she suffered from hemorrhage.

Fortunately, the noble lady in the temple had a maid who knew some medical skills and saved Mrs. Yu’s life.

However, the impact of this hemorrhage on Mrs. Yu was irreversible. She was diagnosed with the inability to have children again in the future.

If it was a son, Mrs. Yu might be able to accept it, but she gave birth to a daughter.

Therefore, after returning from the temple, Mrs. Yu was always indifferent to her daughter. She fed her a mouthful of milk when she remembered, just to prevent her from starving to death.

As for Yu Fucai, there was no need to say more.

He failed the imperial examination again that time. Yu Fucai did not think that it was his own problem. He just felt that Mrs. Yu gave birth in a temple and gave birth to a daughter with extremely strong yin energy.

Perhaps it was this evil daughter who offended Wenquxing, causing him to fail the exam.

Thinking this way, Yu Fucai also resented this daughter.

Not only did he ignore her, but he was also too lazy to even think of a name for her.

Before Yu Yan was old enough to understand and learn to read, other people in the village called this little girl in the Yu family ‘Yu Xiao Niang’. (T/N: Well, if I translate it, maybe it will be ‘Little Mrs. Yu’.)

Unlike his parents, Yu Yan loved his sister very much, who was as thin as a kitten when she was born. He often urged his mother to feed her sister and hugged her to sleep every cold night.

After learning a few words, Yu Yan named his sister Yu Wu.

Heng Wu is a common plant in the countryside, creeping on the ground and having a faint fragrance. This weed looks ordinary, but it has extremely strong vitality.

This is Yu Yan’s expectation for his sister. He hopes that she will gradually grow healthy, not competing for beauty, not boasting, and blooming alone.

From then on, whenever someone in the village called his sister Yu Xiao Niang, Yu Yan would remind them that his sister had a name and that he was the one who gave her that name.

Over time, the villagers also changed their names to call her Yu Wu, and Yu Fucai and Mrs. Yu also acquiesced to this name.

Because of premature birth and lack of careful care in the later period, the three-year-old Yu Wu looked even thinner than the two-year-old children in the countryside.

She had a big round head that stood on her thin body, making her look like a standard three-head body, petite and adorable.

Yu Fucai was handsome and outstanding, and Mrs. Yu was pretty, but as their daughter, Yu Wu looked nothing like either of them.

She had a pair of attractive fox eyes, and even at such a young age, one could already vaguely see her future charm.

Fortunately, she was still young and her beauty was not obvious. She just looked outstanding.

In addition, due to premature birth, Yu Wu’s reaction was a little slow and far less smart than her brother at this age. She was dull, which made people pity and love her.

“It’s been so long, hasn’t Mrs. Yu finished changing Yu Tongsheng’s burial clothes yet?”

Seeing that Mrs. Yu had been in the room for almost three or four incense sticks’ time, the people in the yard were getting impatient.

“It’s bad!”

A fat woman slapped her head fiercely and then rushed to the room where Mrs. Yu was, and the rest of the people also followed.

“Mrs. Yu, please open the door quickly. Mrs. Yu, we are here to help you.”

The fat woman knocked on the door first, but there was no response. She put her ear to the door, and then she hardened her heart and directly knocked the fragile thin wooden door open.

A slender figure was hanging on the beam in the room. When the door was opened, a gust of wind came in and the hanging corpse swayed in the wind.

Mrs. Yu hanged herself!

Everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Yu Yan, who was walking at the end of the crowd, bit his lips tightly. His small body trembled constantly.

There was grief and hatred in his eyes.

“Don’t look, Xiao Wu, don’t look.”

He covered his sister’s eyes.

In his entire life, he had never hated that woman as much as he did today.

 

 

 

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