In my past life, after my husband died, our two sons conspired to poison me on the seventh day after his funeral. They wanted the shares I held, along with the jewelry, house, estate, and everything else my husband had left me.
As I lay dying, I learned that our two dear sons had also plotted their father's death.
They had done it because of the strict way we raised them from childhood, which had led to this. She was consumed with regret.
Reborn, she decided she was better off without sons so utterly lacking in filial piety.
She thought her husband would object, but then discovered that he, too, had been reborn.
After spending that night sobbing in each other's arms, the couple decided to start enjoying life from then on.
As for those two dear sons, they could go cool their heels wherever they liked. The couple wanted nothing more to do with them.
