Chapter 8 — Mother wants me to share my husband with you, so I won't marry anymore

The mother was so scolded that she couldn't say a word, so she could only turn back in a gray state. She had no other choice but to time and again put her dowry on the General's palace, trying to use silver to buy Tong Dao an inch of land to set foot on. But Tong Dao's fate was ultimately buried by her own hands. The main wife was pregnant, and when the time came to give birth, the palace had already prepared a physician. I don't know where the mother received the news from, but she was robbed on the way and taken to Tong Dao's hospital to guard. As a result, the main wife's side didn't have enough manpower, and the fetus was a bit big. It took a whole night of torment to give birth, and it was as if she had lost half her life. After the investigation, the mother of the main wife immediately reported to the court on the spot. Long Nhan was angry. Tong Dao was ordered by the Queen to take her to a monastery to become a nun, and the child in her womb was forcibly abandoned. As for her mother, she was punished to return to the countryside to fast and recite Buddha's name, and was not allowed to enter the capital even half a step for ten years. The day the news came, I was in the hospital teasing my one-month-old baby. A fat boy weighing seven kilograms, when crying, he was very energetic, his two little legs kicked back and forth more enthusiastically than anyone else. Remembering the day of giving birth, Co An Hoai had already prepared three doctors and four midwives. I once euphemistically told my ancestors about my past life, lying that I had a dream. Therefore, my grandmother was afraid that I would panic, so she personally sat guard outside the delivery room, using a cane to guard the whole night. No one advised her to leave, but she refused to leave. When the child's cry spread outside, the grandmother stood at the door, old tears streaming down her face. This time it was happy tears. Co An Hoai ran inside, holding my hand in his palm, his eyes were red, his hand was still shaking a bit. I felt a bit weak and asked softly: "Why don't you go see me first?"

"You cried so pitifully just now... I'm scared."

He lowered his head, pressed my hand to his forehead, his voice was low and a bit choked: "How much love can a newly born child and I have? She is my destiny." I raised my other hand and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes. People live their entire lives, searching again and again, in the end just looking for a pair of eyes that are biased towards them. (COMPLETE STORY)