Chapter 616: 616
"Sigh . . . Do women from the Dongfang Family really have to accept such miserable fate?" Grandma Dongfang looked up to the skies as she sighed in despair . "Girls should not be born to a royal family and should not be married to a hero! Those who had a hero as their husbands . . . How miserable their lives are . . . how tiring . . . how sad! You guys remember! The Dongfang family will not marry its girls to heroes anymore! I'd rather they live a commoner's life that allows them to enjoy their lives to the fullest . What are these shocking and grandly romantic love stories for?"
"These sort of love matters . . . If we really fall into them . . . It would often result in the death of tens of millions . . . Even in the best situation, it would cause the family to sink into obscurity and misery, unable to reverse for generations . . . "
Nevertheless, which woman in this world did not want to marry a hero? Who did not wish their husband to be honored and accomplished?
Having to choose between a commoner and a hero like Jun Wu Hui, which would a woman choose? To be honest, most women with the greatest affection and cordiality would choose to marry a hero and suffer for life than live a dull life as a commoner .
How would a breathtaking beauty be willing to marry a commoner? They would rather stay single for life than act against their own will . Just as Mei Xue Yan, who would definitely choose to stay unmarried and age in the forests alone had she did not meet Jun Mo Xie . She would never marry a random guy .
Many beautiful women in history had rough lives for this exact reason!
The hall remained silent for a while . Then, Grandma Dongfang waved her hand decadently before speaking lifelessly, "The three of you . . . Bring Mo Xie to his mother . . . I . . . I will remain here . " She then quietly sat down on the chair motionlessly with her head down .
Below her drooping head, a small puddle of water was evidently expanding . . .
Those were the tears of an amiable mother!
Grandma remained motionless like a statue as everyone left noiselessly . Even as they had gone a long way, Jun Mo Xie and Mei Xue Yan could still hear the ticking sound of tears impacting the floor . . .
Each droplet came from the heart . . .
Mothers cared for the emotions of their children forever . Their hearts beat and bled with the encounters of their children even if they had grown up and had family and their children . . . How many of us unintentionally hurt our mothers' feelings before?
Bless all mothers so that they are no longer sad and will not be!
Before their eyes was a small courtyard blessed with serenity .
Its walls were much taller and thicker than everywhere else . Behind the walls was a deserted snowy world but enclosed within were greeneries unaccompanied by any snow with plum blossoms flourishing in the cold . . .
Anyone stepping inside would feel a speck of warmth . . .
"You see . . . For ten years, no matter how heavy the snow, none could make their way to this courtyard!" Dongfang Wen Qing was not boastful, but solemn . "When my little sister always lied there, refusing to wake up, Mother produced all our wealth and gathered warm jades from all over the continent regardless of the price . They were buried below . In as short as half a year, our family ran out of money . . . However Mother did not give up . She knew my little sister loved greens and flowers and said she would get well sooner in this environment . . . "
Jun Mo Xie was shocked; he finally knew why the extreme wealth of the Dongfang Family from the past had disappeared . . . His emotions were uncontrollably stirred up like churning waves . There was a burning sensation within his chest and his nostrils seemed to be blocked by something . He almost broke out into distressing tears . . .
Warm jades! They were priceless treasures! Wearing a piece as big as one's thumb would guarantee a warm winter even with a thin layer of clothes! All these jades the family had bought with great prices were all simply buried here . . .
They were all for the unconscious daughter to sleep better . . .
Although knowing that she might not be able to feel it . . .
A small, peaceful building graced the center of the courtyard . Walking into this courtyard was like entering a painting or a dream . . .
Two maidservants in white quietly appeared and greeted them; Dongfang Wen Qing waved his hand and said, "Don't be over-courteous . They are the son of your mistress and his wife . They are here to see their mother . Do leave for now . "
The two maidservants were shocked as they raised their heads and looked at Jun Mo Xie . Their eyes glittered in surprise and tears of excitement were evidently rolling down their cheeks . They sobbed as said, "The son . . . The son of the mistress is finally here . . . Hope she will be happier . . . " They left unwillingly after they spend a few more moments looking at Jun Mo Xie through their tearing eyes .
"The two of them are the maidservants who always served your mother . When she returned here, they continued to serve for ten whole years . . . " Dongfang Wen Qing said softly .
Jun Mo Xie was dazed for a while before saying softly while looking at the leaving maidservants with gratitude, "Thank you . . . " The two maidservants were momentarily stunned, but soon recovered and continued with their head down . They did not look back . Trailing behind them were tear marks .
Dongfang Wen Jian and Dongfang Wen Dao were careful not to make much noise with their movements and breaths as they stepped into this courtyard . Even Dongfang Wen Dao who usually had coarse movements was very careful . . .
Jun Mo Xie observed his surroundings . The furnishing of the small building was elegant and exquisite . The furnishing was minimal, but nowhere appeared empty . Everywhere was tidy and the positioning was really deliberate . . .
There was no stench and only the aroma of flowers despite the fact that within it resided a "living dead . "
With profound feelings, Jun Mo Xie, accompanied by Mei Xue Yan, followed Dongfang Wen Qing up the stairs quietly . Dongfang Wen Dao and Dongfang Wen Jian were also agitated, but did not dare to go up lest they disturbed their sister . . .
As they reached the doors of the bedroom, a great rush of warmth could be felt . Dongfang Wen Qing sighed and said, "The biggest and most integral piece of jade was made into her bed . . . "
Jun Mo Xie was left dumbfounded .
Gently pushing open the door, Dongfang Wen Qing said with a low voice which was followed by a sigh, "She is right inside . This room . . . sigh . . . "
Jun Mo Xie and Mei Xue Yan were completely shocked as they peered inside the room!
There was nothing except for a bed facing the sun in the southern direction . It was literally a bedroom .
A women covered by a quilt was lying on the bed silently; her face could not be seen clearly from their position, but it could be discerned that she was sleeping comfortably . . . Above her chest was a small, fluorescent tree that was as green as emerald . However, there was a sign of the beginning of withering . . .
Occupying the four walls were pictures that were arranged nicely . Upon a single glance, Jun Mo Xie was overwhelmed and his tears dripped down like rain .
Jun Wu Hui!
All of them were drawings of his father!
Drawings of him clad in army uniform, wearing civilian clothes, in white with a sword, in battle, on horseback, smiling, frowning, being angry, in love . . . From young to old . . .
Each of them looked like the real deal as they were drawn with many details; each of them was drawn with utmost effort as if they were countless Jun Wu Huis . They were standing, sitting, loitering and accompanying his greatest love . . .
From these drawings, one could witness, feel or even experience the whole of Jun Wu Hui's heroic life . Even his disposition was evident . . . nothing was left out . . .
Every pair of eyes on these drawings were staring at the small bed and the person on it . It was as if their urge to look at her could never be fulfilled . It was as if these gazes pierced through the underworld and would never shift!
"When she was just back home ten years ago, she was still able to move . . . She persevered for three days and nights in her efforts to construct these drawings bit by bit . Nobody could stop her calm madness . Every time she completed one piece, she would look at it for a while and alternated between laughing and crying before hanging it at a certain spot and continued drawing more . We thought once she had drew enough, she would stop . However, when she finished the last piece, she appeared exhausted and only stared at the blank, ignoring everyone else . It was as if Jun Wu Hui was standing there . . . "
Dongfang Wen Qing sobbed and continued, "That night, she suddenly spoke and everyone was really excited . But after speaking those verses, she shut her eyes and for ten years . . . Ten whole years she remained asleep!"
Jun Mo Xie looked up to the wall above his mother's head through his tearing eyes . Hanging there was a poem, making that segment of wall the only one free from the drawings .
"No regrets for life,
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