Chapter 28 Alive
After hearing these words, Aunt Zhao's pupils froze slightly.
She raised her head numbly and glanced at the maid.
These eyes seemed to have lost all vitality, with empty voids, powerlessness and pain in them. One could even see the wounded soul through these eyes.
half an hour.
Aunt Zhao laughed out loud in self-mockery, then lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and said a few words: "I am different from her. Miss Shen is Miss Shen, and I am me."
"Now... I suddenly understand a little bit. I understand why the Marquis would make exceptions for her and be so fascinated by her that he promised to be together forever."
"She is indeed different from the women in our backyard."
The things she longed for were not worth mentioning in Shen Wei's eyes.
She wanted to give birth to a boy so that she would have someone to rely on for the rest of her life.
But Shen Wei clearly has it, but he would rather not have it. He would rather use the child in exchange for the opportunity to go out of the mansion to learn martial arts.
She lay in the delivery room in excruciating pain, listening to Xie Yuchuan's cold words "Save the baby", and watching the midwife holding a pair of scissors and trying to tear open her lower body. She was as miserable as an ant.
But what about Shen Wei?
Shen Wei had the courage to disobey Xie Yuchuan's orders.
Shen Wei dared to stand at the main door and shouted to save her life.
Such a high-spirited, brave and righteous woman is really dazzling and really out of her reach.
"Go down, I'm tired and want to sleep for a while."
"Auntie, now that the servant is gone, you must not be too sad. Your health is the most important thing. Everything will pass."
past?
How to get there?
She'll never get through this life.
Aunt Zhao covered her head with a quilt, hid in the dark and sobbed. She regretted going to the folks to find some medicine for having a baby, and she also regretted confronting Shen Wei. But these...
Nothing is worse than hating yourself for being a woman.
A powerless, manipulated woman without any freedom or dignity.
When Aunt Zhao heard Xie Yuchuan's cold and ruthless order, her heart was broken, and at the same time, the filter that was sealed by the times was also broken.
Aunt Zhao was horrified to find that Shen Wei's previous embarrassing words were actually true...
It turns out that women of this era are really in the game, so they don’t realize that they are players in the game.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Aunt Zhao picked up the scissors hidden under the pillow. The sharp blades shone with a cold light. She murmured to herself, "Shen Wei, why are you so kind? Why did you save me..."
"I have no reason to hate you anymore."
"You are right. Every woman in this backyard, including the wife, is just a captive golden mulberry of the master."
"It's just that there are differences in high and low status."
"In front of the descendants and the family of the Marquis, I can sacrifice myself without hesitation... So what if it was the mistress? If it was the lady lying in the delivery room that day, the Marquis would have saved the child in the end."
The life of an aunt is not as precious as that of a bastard's son.
Is the life of the mistress as precious as that of the legitimate son?
In the final analysis........
The mistress is just a tool for the marriage between the two families, a tool for the continuation of the Marquis's family line and the management of the rear house. She is the matchmaker to maintain the relationship between the two families. When have they ever been able to make their own decisions?
That's it.
In this world, it’s better not to come.
The last glimmer of life in Aunt Zhao's pupils dimmed. She closed her eyes and cut her wrist hard with the scissors.
puff-
In an instant.
The skin on her wrist was cut open, blood gushed out continuously, Aunt Zhao opened her eyes wide and looked up at the sky with a wry smile, muttering in a low voice: "Miss Shen, is the hometown you mentioned real?"
"If it's true, after I die, can I be reincarnated there?"
"if........"
"It would be great if women could also become officials and go to school. That way, I would be valuable. If I were valuable, my husband might not save me when I'm lying in the delivery room..."
"Look at me, I still want my husband to decide my fate. It seems that it is just as you said, there is no hope for women from wealthy families......"
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When Aunt Zhao's suicide was seen by her personal maid.
On the other side, Shen Wei was drawing up a price list for the cake shop.
Shen Wei went to check out the store's decoration style during the day, and it was not much different from what he had imagined. The first floor was a sales counter and a place to display samples, and the second floor was the private room for birthdays.
The cake shop's prices are extremely high and are definitely not affordable for ordinary people.
Shen Wei had made plans early on. In ancient times, the gap between the rich and the poor was huge, and ordinary people even had difficulty getting enough food to eat, so how could they have the money to buy cakes to please their mouths?
But it is different for the sons and daughters of official families.
They have the best food, clothing and other necessities, and are willing to spend money to save face. The more precious and rare the item is, the more it represents their status and position, and the more willing they are to spend money to buy it.
"Girl, what do you write on this?"
Shen Wei replied calmly: "Hunger marketing and price."
"What is a hunger camp?"
"That's right. Not everyone is qualified to buy the cakes in my shop. If you want to buy them, you need not only silver, but also other things to give them value."
talking.
Shen Wei picked up the price list he had drawn up several days ago and placed it on the table, then opened the first page: "This is the most basic chiffon cake, priced at one tael of silver per piece. You can buy it as long as you have money."
"Here is the hand-drawn picture, and here is the price tag."
Xiaoman stared at the strange pattern with wide eyes.
She had seen with her own eyes what a cake looked like, and the pattern on the paper in front of her actually depicted the cake vividly.
There were no colored paints on the market, and Shen Wei didn't know what method he used, but he actually mixed the colored paints. Then he used sketching to draw the shape, and finally colored it. It was truly beautiful.
At the top of the pattern, there is a mark of one or two taels of silver.
"The second one is a white cream cake. You need to pay a one-time fee of 100 taels of silver to become a VIP of the store before you are eligible to purchase it."
"One hundred taels?" Xiaoman exclaimed.
"The third one is a colorful fruit cream cake. Not only do you need to pay a VIP fee, but you also need to be talented. Only if you can match the poem in our shop, you are eligible to buy it."
"Moreover, the private rooms on the second floor of the store are only open to talented and learned VIPs."
Xiaoman was confused by what she heard.
She blinked and recovered.
He raised his hand and touched Shen Wei's forehead, and asked worriedly: "Miss, are you sick?"
"Those ladies are not stupid, why would they pay a hundred taels of silver to become VIPs of the store for no reason? Moreover, the cheapest cake costs one tael of silver, one tael... that's the monthly allowance for Xiaoman."