Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 312 I Regret Having You, An Unfilial Son

"Mother, is this the result you want to see?" Zhan Yuanxuan got up from the ground with difficulty, looked directly at his mother, and said in an indescribably sad voice, "For so many years, Qingtong has always been by your side , and you, is this how you treat her?"

Madam raised her head high and said angrily, "It's not all because of you, if it wasn't for you, she wouldn't have become like this at all."

"Mother, why do you always like to blame other people for your faults? Are you not at fault?"

"The biggest mistake in my life is to give birth to such an unfilial son like you."

Zhan Yuanxuan's pupils dilated suddenly, and his heart was like dripping blood, as if he was in an ice cellar, his heart was as cold as ice.

"So you don't want me? Am I just annoying you so much?"

"Yes, that's right." Madam's eyes were wide open, "I will think of him when I see your face, and when I think of his blood flowing on your body, I wish I could strangle you to death."

Zhan Yuanxuan let out a long laugh, tears streaming down his face, both sad and angry.

Seeing Zhan Yuanxuan staggering away, the woman sat slumped on the ground, and it took her a while to recover. What did she say just now?
She seemed to say that she regretted giving birth to such an unfilial son
Looking at the back that had long since disappeared, the woman stretched out her hand and wanted to grab it, but what she grabbed was the air, "Son, mother didn't mean to say such things, mother was confused by you, how could mother do that?" Regret for giving birth to you, mother just said something in anger, you are mother's greatest pride in this life, how could mother regret it?"

Kneading the hair on her head vigorously with both hands, she couldn't help but ask herself in her heart, why did she become like this now?Why is she so unable to control her emotions?
Looking at the whip thrown aside, she just beat her son, her most beloved son.

Picking up the whip, throwing it far away, hugging his head tightly, his whole body trembling.

"My mother didn't do it on purpose, my mother didn't hit you on purpose, as long as you are obedient, your obedient mother will not hit you."

The woman spoke some nonsense indistinctly, and looked at the candle not far away with blurred eyes.

The head was running quickly, and then a scene appeared, also in this room, a ten-year-old child was kneeling in front of him, stretching out his hands and waiting for punishment. At this time, a woman in blue clothes blushed, stepped forward Bring the red candle over, and drop the oil of the red candle on the hand of the ten-year-old child
The woman came back to her senses and kept shaking her head, as if she could get rid of the memory just now in her mind.

A voice on the left said, "It's you who dripped the red candle oil on your son's hand with your own hands."

Another voice objected from the right, "That's what he asked for. He did something wrong. I'm just punishing him. Why not?"

"He is your own son, not your enemy. You can do such a cruel thing."

"Whoever let that person's blood flow on his body, he deserves to die, they all deserve to die, damn..."

Damn, damn echoes kept filling the woman's mind, the woman hugged her head tightly, and kept saying "no, no."

These two voices appeared in her mind alternately, and she felt that her head was about to explode.

"Don't, don't." The woman stood up from the ground and ran out frantically.

(End of this chapter)