"A foolproof method? What exactly does he want to do?" These past few days, Concubine Du has been off, even more difficult to deal with than usual.
She had been consuming bitter medicine for nearly a month, thinking about how her own body was harmed and she couldn’t have children, that it would take a year or two to recover, and she couldn’t even share a bed with her husband, the bitterness in her heart was overwhelming.
Both fearful and sorrowful!
All day she was like someone with a deranged mind, babbling nonsense, and lashing out at the maids: "I think that wretched woman doesn’t really want to divorce at all; she must be using some scheme to gain my husband’s affection. Have you seen how he used to treat her before? If she died, it would have been even better, he wouldn’t care about her life or death at all. But now, he’s buying her medicine, and he has even asked several times if she has recovered. Saying it’s for the sake of the divorce, I think he’s just been bewitched by that wretched woman."
"Madam, how could that be? It’s said that the men of the Jie Family are all romantics, and the young master is deeply in love with you, Madam; he would never fall for someone else."
"What do you know? You understand nothing, get out, all of you get out..." Concubine Du felt she was on the verge of collapsing; there was something wrong with her body, and she hadn’t let her husband touch her for nearly a month. Young Master Jie was at an age of vigorous vitality, and he surely must be turning to that despicable woman because he couldn’t touch her...
At this thought, she couldn’t even cry. She couldn’t let others know about this, otherwise who knows how many vixens would emerge in this residence, so she could only swallow her teeth and move on.
Concubine Du has been emotionally unstable in recent days, leaving the servants attending to her walking on eggshells.
Hearing they were being driven away was music to their ears.
It was better this way; let her be alone in the room and throw her tantrums.
Concubine Du locked herself in her room, shutting all the doors and windows, making it dark inside even during the day.
She touched her stomach and started crying again.
If she managed to drive Du Xintong away, yet couldn’t gain all of her husband’s love, she felt that she had suffered a great loss.
And the current situation was even worse; she didn’t know what that contemptible woman was thinking. What if she didn’t really want to divorce and this was just a strategy to compete for favor?
Back at home, she was the legitimate daughter, and now she was the young master’s official wife; if she, a concubine born out of wedlock, lost her husband’s affection, then everything would be over for her.
Thinking about all she had done to Miss Du over the years, if that woman gained favor, it would be more terrible than if anyone else did.
After struggling so hard for so many years, how could she just give up?
"No, I can’t keep dragging this out with her," Concubine Du said hoarsely.
She must get rid of her before the young master finds out that this illness of hers is hard to cure, otherwise, there may be unexpected complications.
But how could she get rid of her?
The old master was obstinately refusing to budge on the matter, and the young master was becoming increasingly indifferent to this affair. If it had been before, she wouldn’t have had to mention it; he would have been proactive enough, wishing he could immediately cast that woman out.
But recently, his attitude had been different; if not for her pushing him, he wouldn’t have brought it up once or twice.
Concubine Du stopped her crying and stared blankly at the feng shui fish in the room.
"The fish?" She suddenly had an idea and abruptly stood up, walking quickly over to the feng shui fish, her eyes filled with venom as she glared at the fish.
"Yes, yes, that’s it, haha..." Concubine Du suddenly burst into a fit of mad laughter, reached out a hand, and caught a fish from the basin. Staring at the fish, she squeezed as if she were exacting vengeance on a sworn enemy.
The fish struggled, shaking its tail, but its strength was too feeble; it was but a futile effort, and soon it lost all its strength.