On the day of childbirth, he was warming the hands of other women;
On our wedding night, he abandoned me in the bridal chamber for a house slave who fainted.
In the eighth month of my pregnancy, I almost miscarried, but he braved the heavy snow to go up the mountain to collect medicine for the slave.
I stayed alone in my empty house for ten months and received so much cold treatment. He didn't even ask whether I had a boy or a girl.
Until the night of dystocia, the amniotic fluid broke and blood flowed all over the bed.
I bit the wooden stick to deliver my baby, and the pain was excruciating.
And he, at the banquet across the wall, personally handed the slave a glass of wine.
Later, I was driven to the woodshed to confine myself, eating cold porridge and sleeping on a straw mat.
I thought this was my life.
Until I discovered that the slave he regarded as a treasure was a spy from an enemy country.
And the damn "affection" he talks about is just a puppet on strings that has been bewitched.
I no longer wait for him to love me.
Dragging my exhausted body after childbirth, I used broken bricks to build a stove in the woodshed and used broken pots to boil medicine.
While finding out the truth, I also rescued my premature baby who was poisoned.
Later, the poison was lifted and he regained consciousness.
He rushed into the woodshed with red eyes and saw me covered in blood and my dying son. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Qingci, I'm sorry..."
I held the dying child in my arms and looked at him, with no more waves in my eyes:
"Pei Jingchen, belated affection is worse than grass."
