The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife (711-)

Chapter 889: The Death of Madam Nalan

"She became ill as a child and I took care of her for two days and two nights in unkempt clothing...but in the end, I was rewarded with one sentence -- I am a crazy shrew and my life is worthless. Feixue...She was my daughter born in October! How can she treat me like that!"

Nalan Feixue squinted her eyes coldly as if she heard Nalan Yurong's cold, merciless words that day.

Nalan Yurong...heng! Nalan Yurong! You really are more unfeeling and unrighteous than me, a person who has followed the devil's path!

Madam Nalan cried as she clutched her chest when suddenly, her entire body convulsed and blood began to overflow from the corners of her lips.

"Mother! Are you alright?" Nalan Feixue hurried to support Madam Nalan and shouted nervously, "I'll find you a doctor! Mother hold on!"

"No need...cough cough..." Madam Nalan coughed up blood while holding onto Nalan Feixue's sleeves, she uttered with difficulty, "These days, I've wanted to see you and make sure that my Feixue is alive, now...cough cough, now that mother saw you are no longer suffering, mother is already happy!"

"Mother..." Nalan Feixue's eyes were red as she hugged Madam Nalan tightly.

At this moment, she realized how thin her mother was; there was only a layer of skin and bones left.

"Mother, don't die" Tears slid down her face, "Mother, you're my only relative left, please don't leave me!"

Madam Nalan shook her head as tears flowed from her eyes, "Feixue, mother is afraid...afraid that she can't hold on anymore...Nalan He Xi, you....Don't seek revenge from her again. She...she is really powerful. The entire Nalan Manor was destroyed by her. Mother doesn't want you to be in danger again...cough cough...And in the end, she...she let mother go and even gave me some medicine. Feixue, promise mother that you will not seek Nalan He Xi for revenge anymore...when..."

Nalan Feixue wiped the corner of her eyes and choked out, "Alright mother, I promise you. Since Nalan He Xi saved you, I'll let her go!"

Madam Nalan showed a relieved smile and stretched out her hand to touch her daughter's face, and murmured, "Feixue, you have to live well...don't fall into the devil's way...don't get revenge...mother hopes you will be happy...in the next life, you will be a good person...so, mother hopes to see you in the next life and you will be a...good..."

Before she finished speaking, the hand that touched Nalan Feixue's face dropped weakly.

Her eyes gently closed and there was a small hopeful smile on her lips, as if she were asleep.

Nalan Feixue clung onto Madam Nalan's gradually cold body tightly and closed her eyes as tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

Two days later, Nalan Feixue buried Madam Nalan and knelt in front of her tomb in an upright manner.

A slender black, round wooden barrel was placed beside her and Zhu Chongba's face full of despair and pain appeared above the barrel.

He opened his mouth and tried to make a sound, but his tongue and throat were ruined.

And his fat body had his hands and feet removed, and some of his skin had been cut off before he was stuffed into this black, round wooden barrel forcibly.

Because he was nourished with spiritual power, even if he sustained such an injury, he couldn't die and could only endure torture where life is better than death day after day.