Chapter 1083: Live On For Me

He broke down in tears.

Before today, he had not a shred of affection for Madam Chen.

Sometimes he even wished she would hurry up and die; if she died, he could hide the affair he had with her forever, as it was the eternal shame of his life!

But now, he wanted her to live.

There was only one thought in his mind—save her, he could not let her die!

If she died, his younger brother would never have a mother again.

Nianyin opened the iron door and entered; he roared, "Save her, hurry up and save her, let me die instead, she is easier to control than I am, hurry up and save her..."

"Take her to the Medical Room," Nianyin said.

Madam Chen gripped Zhu Qingxiang tightly and would not let go, her voice weak but clear: "I want him to carry me, I don't want you to carry me."

Nianyin hesitated.

Actually, she should not have agreed, but the image of Feiying, whom she had not thought of for a long time, suddenly flashed through her mind.

Back then, he had traded his own life for hers; how similar was this scene?

It was exactly the same.

It was as if there were a divine arrangement in the dark, even the dungeon was the same one.

It was in this very dungeon that Feiying had blocked that poisoned Dagger for her to save her life!

The last words he said to her before closing his eyes were: "Hold me, you must live on."

"Very well."

She agreed.

A subordinate objected: "Great Elder, you cannot do this, the Clan Leader has given orders..."

"Would you like to be the Great Elder instead?" she spat out coldly, and the subordinate dared not say another word.

Madam Chen was held in Zhu Qingxiang's arms as he ran rapidly toward the Medical Room.

Blood spilled all along the way.

She curled up in his arms; although the weather outside was very hot, she felt colder and colder.

She knew she could not hold on much longer; the boy before her eyes overlapped with the man in the depths of her heart, and she looked at this face greedily, wanting to remember it, to remember it forever.

She looked at him firmly, and her pale lips uttered three words: "Live on."

"Don't talk, save your strength! This is an order from me, you must listen to me."

"Little brat, you should call me Auntie, why are you talking to me like... like that? Live on, you must live..."

Her hand, which had been wrapped around his neck, loosened and dropped powerlessly.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua!"

He shouted at her with all his might, but it was already useless.

She could no longer hear him.

Madam Chen's original name was Wang Guihua, and she had used her real name when she came to the Ji Family.

It was incredibly rustic, but apart from those closest to her, no one else knew.

"Xiaohua, come back to life, didn't you hate it most when others called you that name? If you come back to life, I promise never to call you that again, I won't call you Xiaohua for the rest of my life, as long as you can come back to life..."

Zhu Qingxiang knelt on the ground, overcome with grief.

He desperately knocked his head against the ground, and soon his head was bleeding.

Nianyin shouted to the others: "Quick, pull him away, he must be kept alive!"

Zhu Qingrui was still outside, and now that Madam Chen was dead, they had to rely on Zhu Qingxiang as bait to lure out his younger brother, so he could not be allowed to die.

Madam Chen had only beauty and no wisdom her whole life, but she was finally clever once before she died, and she had guessed correctly.

The Guards forcibly dragged him up from the ground.

With blood on his forehead and tears in his eyes, Zhu Qingxiang made a request: "I want to see her off on her final journey, let her be cremated; as long as you can agree to this condition, I will agree to one condition of yours, any condition at all."

Nianyin had someone ask the Clan Leader for instructions, and Ji Yingjie agreed.

Firewood was piled up at the edge of the cliff, and Madam Chen was placed on top of the pyre; the fire was lit, and the raging flames soon swallowed the woman.

The dead are to be respected above all else.

Nianyin and the group of Guards bowed their heads slightly to observe a moment of silence for her.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed by and jumped off the cliff without hesitation!

"Oh no, Zhu Qingxiang is jumping off the cliff!"

Nianyin rushed over, but she was a step too late.

He had just jumped down like that.

It was certain death.

The reason the Ji Family had been able to stand here for a thousand years without falling was not just because of the intelligence and talent of the Ji Family women.

There were also many natural barriers, all of which were the best protection for the Ji Family.

For example, the cliff he had just jumped off was one.

This place was called Eagle Beak Cliff.

Looking down from the top, there was a lush forest below, and it did not look very high.

But in reality, the geographical location here was unique; many people had jumped from here, and not a single one had ever survived.

There was miasma at the bottom of the cliff, and no one could survive there.

"It's over, why didn't I think he would jump off the cliff?" Nianyin was very annoyed, but it was useless; she could only bite the bullet and go back to report and plead guilty.

Bedchamber.

Nianyin reported: "Reporting to Mother, Zhu Qingxiang has jumped off the cliff."

"How did you people watch him? Why didn't you hold him back?"

"I am sorry, this subordinate has failed in her duty." Nianyin knelt on the ground.

Ji Yingjie: "Alright, get up. If he jumped, he jumped. Consider it him being sensible by jumping down himself."

"If he hadn't jumped himself, I was also considering whether to have someone push him down."

Ji Yingjie was actually not very angry; if he jumped, he jumped, and it was no pity if he died. Even if he were alive, he would not reveal the whereabouts of the other cub.

Jiangzhou.

Crown Hotel.

Inside a resplendent private room, two large tables were set up; the guest of honor was Moli, as today was his birthday.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Everyone sang the birthday song in unison, and ten birthday candles were stuck into a beautiful, large cake on the table.

Moli pressed his palms together, made a birthday wish, and then blew out the candles.

Sheng Zerong cut the cake and distributed it to the children.

Jian Yixin took the largest piece, placed it on a plate, and used a small spoon to feed it to her son bit by bit!

Moli enjoyed it with peace of mind, waiting to be fed.

The several children of the Sheng Family, however, widened their eyes and stared straight at Moli, as if looking at something rare and strange.

They had never seen anything like this; the children in their family ate by themselves after their first birthday, and it was a matter of course.

Thus, they had assumed all children were the same as those in their own family; it turned out there were different ones!

"Ahem—"

Shi Youxuan felt a bit embarrassed and signaled the children with her eyes, but they were too focused to notice.

She could only make a sound to draw attention.

Sheng Zirui and Litian said nothing; the two children were more composed.

Sheng Zihan: "Mom, why don't Zirui and I get this kind of treatment?" He was indignant, envious, and jealous.

Sheng Zichen: "You should be content; none of the children in our family get this kind of treatment."

Zihan was indignant: "I want Mom to feed me too. You can't just raise us freely because we have many children in the family; we will be lacking in love."

"You talk too much. Eat it if you want, or don't if you don't; if you don't eat it, it'll be gone." Mom patted him on the head; the desired treatment was not won, but the cake already at his mouth could fly away at any moment.

Although the cake was large today, there were also many children, so each person could only get one piece.

With several brothers eyeing it covetously nearby, Sheng Zihan stopped talking nonsense and picked up his plate to eat his own cake.

Jian Yixin: "Our Moli's hands are hands for playing the piano; they cannot touch rough things like knives and forks. Later, after everyone finishes the cake, let Moli play a piece for everyone."