Chapter 27 Good intentions
What a sad and ridiculous answer.
Aunt Zhao tried her best and took great pains to seek medicine outside the mansion, and finally got a medicine for conceiving a child.
She drank on time every day, and even dreamed of giving birth to a boy, fantasizing that she could live a better life with a son and have someone to rely on, but in the end, the baby was poisoned and died.
last of the last,
This child is originally a boy.
"Girl, Aunt Zhao's belly... is a boy." When Xiaoman returned to her room, she had mixed feelings and didn't know how to describe her inner emotions.
Shen Wei sat at the desk, listening to the news Xiaoman brought back, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Then Shen laughed: "It's a 50-50 probability, it's normal for a boy."
"Girl, what do you mean by 50-50 probability?"
"In my opinion, Aunt Zhao shouldn't have prepared that fertility soup. If she hadn't had the fertility soup, wouldn't the son have been born? Then his life in the Marquis' Mansion would have been much easier."
"Girl, why are you so soft-hearted? She has framed you like that, and you still want to help her!"
"She is just bad. Even God couldn't stand it. She couldn't give birth to a boy even though it was clearly a boy."
Ever since the frame-up incident, Xiaoman has had a prejudice against Aunt Zhao.
Xiaoman’s world is simple.
Good is good and bad is bad.
She can only see the surface and not the reasons hidden deep inside.
She once thought that Shen Wei was a whimsical and vulgar woman, so she was prejudiced against Shen Wei from the bottom of her heart, and she also agreed with other maids that Shen Wei was not good in every way and was not as good as the lady.
But as they got to know each other better, she found that Shen Wei was not who the people in the mansion said he was.
After the prejudice is gone.
Xiaoman would also start to defend Shen Wei. When she heard the maid saying bad things about Shen Wei, she would turn around with a stern face and secretly retort a few words in her heart.
"Xiao Man, you can't think like that."
"Whether the baby is a boy or a girl is not something Aunt Zhao can decide."
Xiaoman was surprised: "How could it be? This is decided by my aunt. I have heard people say since I was a child that if they can't give birth to a boy, it means their stomachs are not strong enough. Why not?"
Shen Wei touched Xiaoman's head with a depressed look in his heart, and said, "You'll know from now on. When you get married, if your in-laws say that you are not pregnant, you must remember to scold them back."
"Whether a baby is a boy or a girl is determined by the chromosomes in the man's sperm."
"If they fail to give birth to the gender they want, they can't blame the woman, they can only blame the man for not doing his best. The woman just has a belly that can conceive life, but she can't decide whether it's a boy or a girl."
Xiaoman thought with a bitter face, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't understand.
But she got the general idea.
That is, if a woman is pregnant with a daughter, it is not the woman's fault, but the man's fault.
Is this really the case?
Why was it contrary to everything she had heard before?
The news that Aunt Zhao's baby was stillborn spread throughout the mansion in a short time.
Xie Yuchuan lost two children in succession, which directly hit him and made him depressed. He was already feeling very upset, but Shen Wei would whisper some metaphysical remarks in his ears from time to time.
"Xie Yuchuan, could it be that you killed your first child yourself, so you scared other children away from being born?"
"Could it be that the child you killed is seeking revenge on you?"
"Two children have not been born in a row. Will the Marquisate be extinct in the future?"
'This must be a bad omen, otherwise why haven't two children been born in succession?'
'.....'
Shen Wei's suppressive words made Xie Yuchuan almost mentally collapse. He locked himself in the study room all day long and even dreamed that the children he had killed were chasing him and crying.
Xie Yuchuan was enveloped by guilt, self-blame, pain, and regret.
This made Xie Yuchuan feel more guilty towards Shen Wei and more regretful that he had misunderstood Shen Wei.
But there were people in the mansion who were suffering more than him.
It has to be Aunt Zhao.
Ever since Aunt Zhao learned that the child was stillborn and that it was a boy, she has been sitting on the bed in a daze. She was crying in the first few days, but now even her tears have dried up.
When she occasionally came back to her senses, she would look at her hands, then cover her face and scream: "Ah ...
"My child, woooooo......."
"What have I done? I killed my child, it's a boy, a boy, my son...how could this happen!"
"Why did God do this to me!"
"The doctor said that I had a difficult labor at an advanced stage, and the fetus was stillborn. There were toxins in my body, so I would never be able to get pregnant again. What should I do? How should I live? Wuwu..."
Aunt Zhao cried so hard that her heart was broken and she felt like dying.
She pounded her chest, trying to ease the heart-wrenching feeling.
It hurts.
Even breathing hurts.
if,
If she had known it was a boy, why would she have taken the fertility medicine?
Why should you be obsessed with wanting a boy? It's almost becoming a demon in your mind.
Aunt Zhao didn't understand. She looked at her maid with a pale and weak face and said sadly: "Why is this happening? I really didn't know it was a boy. I thought... I..."
"My grandmother gave birth to three girls in a row."
"My mother also gave birth to three children before she had one son."
"I thought, I thought I might have a girl this time. I was so scared. My mother and grandmother were both like that. I was scared. I could only think of ways to find fertility medicine outside, but I didn't expect this to happen."
"I have lost my child. What's the point of living? I might as well die!"
Aunt Zhao covered her chest and cried hysterically.
The personal maid stood by with red eyes, unable to do anything except comfort her.
In this world, the biggest mission of a woman's life is to give birth to a child, and the happiest thing is to give birth to a promising boy. With a boy, she will have the rest of her life.
Aunt Zhao also thought so.
What she has seen, learned and understood since she was a child is that she should marry and obey her husband, have children and give birth to a boy, and this is what she should do in her life.
But now——
She had lost her child, her hopes and expectations, and she had completely lost the motivation to live.
"Aunt, please don't be like this..." The personal maid was about to cry.
She felt very distressed when she saw Aunt Zhao in a daze these days.
The maid woke up several times at night and saw Aunt Zhao holding a pair of scissors and trying to cut her wrists... If this continued, Aunt Zhao might not be able to survive.
She could only rack her brains to find excuses to comfort Aunt Zhao: "Miss Shen went through so much trouble to save you. If you go, you will be a waste of Miss Shen's kindness."
"And... maybe we can still live a good life without children?"
"Look at Miss Shen. She lost her child, but she's still doing well, isn't she?"