Chapter 1391 - 1398 Plum Banquet (1)
Inside Duke Li Guo’s Manor, Qijin
Mo Qingshan and Lady Bai sat in the Cool Autumn Pavilion with furrowed brows, watching their son, who was in a deep sleep on the couch, sighing deeply in distress.
"Evil barrier! Truly a grievous injustice!" Mo Qingshan repeated the words he had muttered countless times, sighing deeply.
Lady Bai sat before her son Zili’s couch, gently wiping his face with a handkerchief while shedding tears, "Old Master, please stop blaming him. We need to find a solution now. After all, he’s our only child. If anything tragic were to happen to him, how could we live the rest of our lives?"
Mo Qingshan sighed heavily and said, "What sins have I committed? How did I end up with such a disappointing creature? I had hoped to help him establish a family and career, so I wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. But since the divorce, he’s never been at peace—today keeping a concubine, tomorrow quarreling with his wife. He has ruined a perfectly good home, and now he’s looking for death again. What do you think the Emperor’s Edict is? Something that you can request or take back as you please?"
Lady Bai, with tears, said: "Regardless, please beg the Grandfather to speak with The Emperor on our behalf. The Emperor will surely honor Grandfather. Otherwise, if this continues, our son might lose his life..."
Thinking of her son kneeling in Enxi Hall for a whole day and night, eventually fainting, Lady Bai’s heart twisted with pain. Zili’s injuries had just healed; he couldn’t withstand such torment. The Imperial Physician said he was critically stressed, and hadn’t been eating or sleeping properly for months. If this persists, his health will totally deteriorate!
She was nearly forty and had only this one child, whom she cherished deeply. If something terrible were to happen, she wouldn’t want to live either!
Enough, he just wants to reconcile with Wu Xiangyun, then let him be, as long as he’s happy and can live happily thereafter. Even if it means a slight loss of face for Lady Wu, she accepted it; after all, their son was set on her.
"An unfilial son, pressing his elders on behalf of a woman, why bother with him? If he wants to kneel, let him. If he wants to die, let him. I won’t interfere!"