Chapter 889: The Death of Mrs. Nalan

Nalan Feixue squinted coldly as if Nalan Yurong’s cold and merciless words sounded in her ears again.

Nalan Yurong... Hmph! Nalan Yurong! You really are more ruthless and unrighteous than me, a person who has entered the evil path!

While crying, Mrs. Nalan grabbed her chest. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, and a lot of blood began to spill from the corner of his mouth.

“Mom! Are you fine?” Nalan Feixue quickly helped Mrs. Nalan and shouted nervously, “I’ll find a doctor for you! Mom, hold on!”

“No need... cough cough...” Mrs. Nalan coughed up blood while holding Nalan Feixue’s sleeve tightly. She uttered words with difficulty, “These few days, even if I’m going to die, I want to see you to confirm that my Feixue is still having a good life. Now... cough cough, now mom sees that you don’t have to suffer anymore, mom is already very happy!”

“Mom...” Nalan Feixue’s eyes were flushed, and she hugged Mrs. Nalan tightly.

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

“Mom, don’t die.” Tears slid down from her eyes, “Mom, you’re my only relative, please don’t leave me!”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mrs. Nalan shook her head, and her tears kept flowing, “Feixue, mom can’t... can’t hold it anymore... Nalan Hexi, you... don’t seek revenge from her again. She... she is really very powerful. The entire Nalan Mansion was nothing to her, mom didn’t want you to be in danger anymore... cough cough... and, in the end, she... she let me live and gave me the antidote. Feixue, you promise mom. Don’t seek revenge from Nalan Hexi anymore. Vengeance has a way... of rebounding oneself...”

Nalan Feixue wiped her tears and said while sobbing, “Okay, mom, I promise you. Since Nalan Hexi saved you in the end, I will let her go!”

Mrs. Nalan showed a gratifying smile on her face. She stretched out her hand, trying to touch her daughter’s face, and she murmured, “Fei Xue, you have to live well... Don’t fall into the evil path... Don’t revenge... Mom hope that you will be happy... be a good person in your next life... mom also hopes that I can... be... a... good... person in my next life...

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

She closed his eyes gently, and there was a smile of hope. It looked like she was asleep.

Nalan Feixue hugged Mrs. Nalan’s gradually cold body, slowly closed her eyes, and a tear fell from her eye.

2 days later, Nalan Feixue buried Mrs. Nalan, then she knelt in front of Mrs. Nalan’s grave in an upright manner.

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

He widened his mouth and kept trying to make an inaudible sound, but his tongue and throat had been ruined.

His hands and feet had been chopped off, some of his skin and flesh were being shredded, and he was being stuffed into black round wooden barrel forcibly.

Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, even if he suffered such an injury, he couldn’t die. He could only endure the torture that life was worse than death day after day.

TL: At least, Mrs. Nalan tried to be a good person before she died... Even though Nalan Feixue had promised her mom, how could she not take revenge against Nalan Yurong?