Liao Nan, as you said, I am indeed a nightmare for my family.
Sixteen years ago, when the midwife took me out of my mother's womb, she shouted "demon" and ran away.
The first thing my father did when he saw me was to draw the sword from his waist. If my mother hadn't stopped me with my life, I'm afraid I would have been destined to die by the sword of my family just after I was born.
I know I am destined to be this way.
My pale skin, long pale hair, demonic blue eyes, and my eyes that cannot see light, everything destined me to be treated as an alien from birth.
At that time, there was a lot of publicity about the birth of a monster fetus in General Liao's mansion. The father only told the outside world that the child had died in infancy. The following year, my mother gave birth to my sister. It's a pity that at that time, I was locked in the so-called boudoir and was not allowed to step out.
I heard that my room was originally the dungeon of the Liao Mansion. My father was a general all his life, and there would be people with different intentions in the family from time to time, so he had to be detained here. Everyone said that this was the residence of the evil ghosts. But, after all, I can be regarded as an evil spirit, so I have never been afraid of it. On the contrary, everyone in the mansion is afraid of me.
The girl who delivers food every day is trembling with fear, and my father is afraid that outsiders will find out, so he has not seen me for sixteen years. My mother suffered from illness due to what happened back then, and in recent years, she no longer visits me. As for my sister, who is one year younger than me, she got hair extensions last year and married into the prince's mansion with great grace. She never knew I existed. There was only one person who was not afraid of me. When I was seven years old, a young man who was not much older than me taught me how to read and how to play the flute. He gave me food, clothing, and supplies for a year. The pile of books and a flute he left on the bedside were the only things that supported me through the past sixteen years. However, I have never seen that boy again.
Today is the first time I have come out after hiding underground for sixteen years.
Fuqi fought with neighboring countries all year round. His father led his troops to the battlefield, but what he got back was an obituary notice. They said that today, my father's coffin will be transported back.
I don't remember what he looked like, and I don't feel sad in my heart.
In the eyes of the world, I have been dead for sixteen years, and no one has ever seen anyone grieving for me.
Opening the door, someone held up an umbrella in time to block the sun.
I raised my eyes, and there was always only hazy light and shadow in my eyes. I vaguely saw a woman, wearing silk clothes, with a bleak appearance. I didn't recognize her, but she cried when she saw me.
"Nie'er..." Someone came to help her, but she just cried uncontrollably, "Mom is sorry for you, giving you such a body..."
Yes, it turned out to be my mother. In the past sixteen years, we have lived in the same mansion but have never seen my mother.
I didn't speak, but she stretched out her hand, and held my sleeve with her cold hands - I didn't want her to touch my hand. No one had touched me in sixteen years.
On the day my sister got hairpins and got married, the sound of ritual music made my room tremble. However, no one has ever thought that I was fifteen years old and that I also had biological parents.
"Nie'er..." She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Your father is gone, what will the Liao family do..."
I looked at her intently, the Liao family, I don’t know what the Liao family means to me, and what my father means to me. However, looking at the old woman in front of me, it seemed that all her hopes were placed on me. It's very strange, isn't it, that I have such an outstanding and enviable sister who married into a prince's family?
"Go quickly and bring me the mourning clothes." She finally looked at the servants around her, who hid far away when they saw me.
A piece of white clothing was handed over and suddenly draped on me. She was silent, silent, patted my shoulder, straightened her collar, and said, "Mi Lan will be back in a few moments. You two sisters need to get to know each other well."
My sister turns out to be Mi Lan.
"Prince Jin will also come together. The military said that your father wrote a will before going into battle, saying that he would kill you..." She cried and couldn't continue, but I could guess the next sentence.
Make my existence public.
Yeah?
Can a daughter who was born like a monster be easily given away after suffering in hiding for sixteen years? The Liao family, even though they are from a humble family, can still be called a wealthy family. How can they tolerate people like me?
"It's your mother who is sorry for you, Xiner, don't blame your father, and don't look down on your sister. Mi Lan is a good child..."
Mi Lan, what is her character like, and what does it have to do with me?
"Your father is still thinking about you and has already entrusted you..." She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her hand hung in the air, trembling slightly, and finally dropped, "That's all, you come with me. Well, at least I want to meet your father."
I didn't respond, but she took my hand and walked towards the front hall step by step.
I heard that his father was a very respected general when he was still alive, and he was the last savior when Fuqi was about to die.
However, he is dead. That fine sandalwood coffin was a gift from the emperor. What my father paid for with his life was just such a coffin.
I quietly looked at the man lying inside. His temples were obviously gray, but he still had a certain military fortitude.
My mother raised her hands to hold up my hair that was hanging down in front of and behind me. The long hair that had not been trimmed in sixteen years had long been abandoned. Her trembling hands could not restrain themselves.
This head of plain white hair without any mottled colors looks older than the man in the coffin.
She finally lowered her hand and handed the grate to the servant. Seeing the cowering look on the servant's face, I felt indifferent.
The boy outside the door announced something. Prince Jin and his wife had arrived. The boy servant behind him suddenly let go of his hand, and the hair that had been tied behind his head flew down suddenly, stirring up a few specks of dust.
"Father!" Logically speaking, he was going to cry. I followed the sound, but the crying suddenly stopped, and the woman looked at me with a look of horror. Prince Jin, who walked in behind her, folded his fan and made no sound immediately.
I lowered my eyes and looked at the hands without any color at all. They were indeed as scary as ghosts.
"Mi...Princess, Prince..." Mother strode over, took the woman's hand, looked at her, then at me, and spoke in a low voice: "That's your sister, her name is... "
"What did you say? My father's body is still cold. Mother, what are you talking about? Such a person comes from nowhere..."
"Mi Lan." The mother lowered her head and shed tears again, "She is indeed your biological sister. Your father hid her when she was born because he was afraid..."
I looked at the frightened looks they gave me and nodded slightly. Looking at the coffin, I am indeed not worthy of the corpse in the coffin.
"I offended the King of Jin. This is just an old incident of the Liao family sixteen years ago." Mother said humbly.
Prince Jin raised his hand to signal her to be silent, and just looked at me fiercely. After a long time, he finally uttered a sentence: "General Liao's family breeds monsters. It is really unfortunate for the heavenly family that I, the king, should marry such a voodoo person!"
I was about to leave with my hands behind my back, and Mi Lan hurriedly caught up with me. I watched them go away quietly, and my mother who stood there frozen, holding up her skirt, wanting to leave - I should have stayed underground, not ten Six years is a lifetime.
"Master, there is a man claiming to be Jimo outside. I wonder if the master allows him to come in." A boy announced. I looked back slightly and clearly saw my mother's already weak body suddenly shaking, and I took a step back.
"Quick, please come in." But looking at her, he had no intention of asking that so-called Jimo to come in.
My mother's eyes suddenly turned to me, and she said pleadingly: "Nie'er, just look at him, your father has... already..."
She couldn't continue talking, and I had no intention of listening anymore. I just looked at the door, and happened to see a trace of clothes, a pale mourning dress, covering the dark lining.
From such a distance, I could barely see anything, and I couldn't distinguish the appearance of the person coming. I could only vaguely feel an aura, sweeping through the gap in the open door like a heaven-swallowing and earth-swallowing force, and it swept through my whole body in an instant. , making people's hands and feet cold, but all the energy and blood rush to the heavenly spirit.
The strange thing is that the man didn't seem to be afraid of me. I vaguely felt that he was looking at me without any surprise or panic.
"Is this Miss Liao?" he said almost firmly.
Indeed, there is no other Miss Liao who was born with such a ghostly appearance as me.
His mother seemed to be very afraid of him, but as a member of a general's family, she maintained her composure and aloofness. She straightened her waist with her hands lowered and said, "My late husband values Mr. Jimo very much."
He bowed lightly: "General Liao brought Dongli to the battlefield. Dongli should be grateful. I really can't afford to take him seriously."
Jimo Dongli, it seems, this is the man's name.
"Master Jimo, why do you need to be so modest?" My mother turned around and walked to the coffin, looking at my father lying inside, and said, "He must have known that you could have a successful career. He is a good judge of people."
I have long heard that my father and my mother love each other so much. Even though my mother gave birth to me, who was considered a monster, my father is still by her side and will never leave her. General Liao's mansion has never heard the sounds of warblers and swallows. Even the servants and servants are not as numerous as the high-ranking sects nearby.
"Madam, you are so complimentary." The man clasped his fists, full of the aura of a military commander.
Mother raised her head, looked at him, and then at me, as if asking me to get closer. However, I looked at the sunshine in the courtyard outside the eaves, and took a step back, hiding deeper into the shadow of the mourning hall. Jimo Dongli looked at me with an indistinguishable expression. He just strode over. I stood so close to my father's coffin that I couldn't guess whether he was coming to see me or to get close to my dead father. I just feel that this person is very strange - there are very few people in the world who are not afraid of me.
He finally knelt in front of the coffin, kowtowed three times, then stood up and raised his eyes. At such a close distance, I couldn't see his face clearly. He bowed to me slightly, and his posture with his hands behind his back was a bit bookish.
"Miss Liao, how are you doing lately?"
I looked at him through my pale eyelashes, not knowing how to answer. I haven't said a word in the nine years since that boy disappeared, and I almost don't know how to say a good word.
