Miss Jiguo

Even if the women of the Wu family occasionally do outrageous things for their children, their long-term education still makes them choose to regard their husbands as their gods and obey choices that are beneficial to the family.

Keeping the young child by her side until the age of marriage, and then sending her to the daimyo's house is the best she can do as a mother.

Now, as the mistress of the successor country, she could only comb her beloved daughter's hair with a faint smile and instruct the bride-to-be in loving words.

"The daimyo is a person of high status and pays great attention to etiquette. After becoming his wife, you must not be messing around like you are now."

"Although the rules in the house are cumbersome, you can still enjoy a very rich life when you marry."

"As the daughter of the Wu family..."

Obviously she was just talking about the knowledge left by the previous generation in a straight line, but as she spoke, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and even her voice choked up.

The daughter of the Wu family.

What is the daughter of the samurai family? Her child is just a child of a small lord's family. In that unaccompanied daimyo city, facing that daimyo who is famous for her lust, what kind of life will she "enjoy"...

Even though she tried her best to restrain her despair, the comb in her hand couldn't fall on Mi's hair.

The small wooden comb fell to the ground with a soft sound.

The soft sound behind caught Mi's attention, and she couldn't help but look back at her mother behind her.

And the woman also noticed her gaffe, not wanting her tears to affect the poor child, she covered her wet cheeks with her palms somewhat awkwardly, and responded to Honey's puzzled gaze with a gentle tone.

"I……"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Mom is a little out of shape."

"Can you wait for mom for a while? It will be ready soon, and I will comb your hair later."

Although her mother tried her best to restrain her expression, Mi could clearly see that her mother was crying.

The god knew the unspoken wish just by looking at her.

[I don't want to give you who has no background to that kind of person to spoil you]

【I don't want you to go】

Obviously knowing that as long as she has a submissive smile, as long as she married honestly, won the favor of the daimyo with the power of the spell, and even assimilated everyone in the family into believers, and obtained the happiness they deserved, maybe everyone would not feel that I owe it to her that I won't show such a painful expression.

But at the moment when her mother expressed her willingness to "I don't want you to go", Mi's heart was shaken.

I don't want to leave mom either...

So can you change the way of fulfilling your father's wish?

Just like before, let the rotten man's dead wood rejuvenate, squeeze and take his last vitality, blow up his belly, get a child as the mistress, and then let the child of the successor country take over the property of the daimyo, the widowed she Can I go back to my mother?

……

That angelic and lovely child looked at his mother expectantly, but what he said were vicious words like a ghost.

The merciless god yearns for a mother's love, but this terrible contrast becomes the last straw that crushes a woman's heart.

For a woman who believes in the sun god and prays for peace and stability, what kind of words are these words, rebellious and disgusting...

The tense nerves were completely disconnected at this moment, she looked at Zeng Jin's beloved daughter, as if she saw some ugly monster.

"Shut up!"

"How could you have such a vicious idea!"

Use the same mouth that once said "You are my sweetest child" and say excessive words to her.

With the hand that had gently held her, he slapped her cheek.

The look of disgust on the mother's face was too glaring, and it directly fixed Mi in place.

The young girl stared blankly at her suddenly angry mother. She seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to think, and she didn't even hide from the whistling slap.

The crisp sound of "snap" brought back the woman's reason and made her look at her palm in disbelief.

She hit the kid.

She beat her own daughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mom..." The woman squeezed out the broken words from her throat, and before she could finish her mouth, she was swallowed up by the exclamation of the maids, as if she was afraid that if she was mentally unstable, she would violently hurt others again, and someone would rush He held her arm tightly so that she couldn't get any closer to Mi.

Some anxiously surrounded the injured girl, they exclaimed "Master, are you alright?" and separated her from their own daughter.

A woman can only see her daughter for the last time from the gap between people.

The child who was afraid of pain, the child who would cry aggrievedly for a long time when his fingers were poked by a needle, covered his red cheeks, but stopped crying at this time. She just sat where she was, staring blankly at her mother, speechless.

"Why?"

The woman read such words from the child's eyes.

No resentment, no anger.

The kid was just confused and aggrieved.

Why……

……

What happened today was like a dream to Mi.

Her mind was in chaos, and she vaguely remembered her mother's reprimand and the slap on the face, but she couldn't remember her mother's expression at that time, she returned to her room surrounded by servants, and left her mother's room On the way, she seemed to have seen Yuanyi who came over after hearing the news, but she just lowered her head at that time, not daring to look at him.

The young curse felt pain, and she murmured in her heart.

It hurts, mom...

Why?

...Do you hate me?

Because I am no longer the gentle, kind and considerate child in your wish?

She was in pain, but she couldn't cry, there were no tears in her dry eyes, and she couldn't even leave her mother's figure.

The father said that the mother was crazy, so in order to ensure the safety of Mi, he no longer allowed them to meet before Mi was married, and Yan Sheng and Yuan Yi were also implicated. The end was locked in a cage.

Maybe it was because the redness and swelling on her face was too painful. That night, Mi looked at the moonlight reflected from the window, curled herself into a small ball, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Because she was a bad child who made her mother angry, she didn't have the face to cry in pain, and she didn't dare to talk to her two brothers in pain.

What if they also hate me because of my mother?

Want to hit me too?

This kind of fear made this child who was once surrounded by love only dare to complain to his loved ones in a low voice.

I'm in so much pain, I can't sleep...

As a low-level plant monster, snakeberry can't feel pain, it can't feel empathy, but there are still things it can do.

The little monster tried his best to mobilize his weak demon power, and gently attached his own leaf to the face of the god.

【It's okay, my lord, it's okay, it won't hurt soon】

This unconditional care, regardless of right or wrong, made Mi's expression slightly relaxed, and the green mantra flowed slowly, healing the pain on her face.

Honey caressed her clean face, recalled the etiquette she had learned, and gave Sheberry a grateful smile.

Her god smiled and asked it with the same smile as in the past.

Obviously the wound on my face has healed, but I still hurt a lot.

Why?

Because I am a god, and I am an existence to fulfill other people's wishes.

So now, because I can't properly respond to other people's wishes, am I being punished for not fulfilling my duties?

But I really hurt...

The words of the gods made Snakeberry feel heartbroken. It looked at its pure and flawless flowers, and its trembling words were like crying.

【I don’t understand either, my lord】

【Maybe this is human beings. They clearly conceived gods with their own wishes, but they want to hurt him like this...】

【I don't know why】

【...Why did you do such a cruel thing】

In the end, no one came to answer the poor girl.

……

Because seeing Mi's expression when she left, Yuanyi couldn't feel at ease, and in the middle of the night, he came here to check on his sister's injuries.

Perhaps because he was usually a silent and useless child, the servants took care of him much more loosely than Iwakatsu, and he easily slipped out of the room when the servants dozed off.

His little sister expressed some surprise at his visit.

It would have been better if she had rushed into his arms with pitiful tears, complained about her difficulties in schoolwork, and confided the torment the pain had brought her...

She was immersed in her brother's love, habitually pampered and proud, wantonly holding his heart tightly in her palm with crystal tears and a sweet smile.

He clearly knew that this was fake crying and a joke, this is a trick unique to girls acting like a baby, but he still thought it was cute.

She is fragile and naive, and the love of believers is her only weapon. Those people enshrine her as an omnipotent envoy, but to him, she is just a little girl who loves to be coquettish and too lazy to eat sweets.

He listened to her self-praise, her murmurs and complaints. He had reluctantly picked up the embroidery needles, watched the clouds in the sky with her, and even just watched her napping on his knees in the sun.

The sun gave everything indulgently to that wayward flower.

But now she was just looking at him from a distance, obviously she was about to throw herself into his arms in aggrieved manner, but she stopped abruptly and hid her petite body in the shadow of the room.

Her pride was taken away by the pain, and she began to cower, and she began to be afraid...

Dazed, self-doubting.

It shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be treated like this.

He wanted to talk to her as usual, but she was like a stray dog ​​in the rain, every time he took a step forward, she took a step back.

Keenly aware of this, the sun had no choice but to stay silent and stay where he was.

It shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be treated like this.

He also felt sorry for her pain.

"are you OK……"

"Does the wound on your face still hurt? Can you let me see you..."

Such a worried tone and such a lonely expression seemed to have opened up the girl's chatterbox.

She was silent for a while, then complained to him in a low voice.

"I'm not good, I'm not good at all."

"... You know it all, I'm a bad boy, and my mother doesn't like me anymore."

"My face hurts, I'm not pretty anymore, I'm not cute anymore, I don't want to show you..."

You are still very beautiful.

No matter what, you are the most beautiful and lovely in my heart.

You're not a bad kid...you just, don't know what to do.

Yuanyi's gentle tone and considerate attitude are proving to Mi that what he said is true.

He still pampered her very much, helplessly, and even cautiously in his tone.

But what about mom?

What did the mother who was with Yuanyi say?What is the attitude?

Regarding these, although she really wanted to ask questions and know the answers, Mi still chose to retreat.

She really didn't know what to do...

Even Yuanyi couldn't tell her what to do now.

Mi had no choice but to learn to find a way by herself. She had a gentle and sweet smile as usual, because as long as this was done, her father would relax and would not be harsh on others.

She thought as long as it was like this.

She tried to go back to the way she used to be, to be a good child, to set everything right, thinking that maybe her mother would smile at her again...

But maybe it was the guilt of hurting her daughter, or the helplessness of struggling, or the heartbreak of seeing the tragedy happen again, which made this mother who had resisted several times for her child feel tired, and her body began to deteriorate day by day. Down.

The curse once turned her body into herbs and descended as a child. Such a warm and harmonious life once gave women hope.

Now it was the source of her heartbreak.

Even though Mi used her own magic power to grow precious herbs, the woman inevitably weakened.

The girl felt such pain that she had expended spell power, even life force, for which her hands and feet were cold, numb and tired, but to no avail.

To no avail.