It was dark.
After Seventh Madame watched her son finish his dinner,
She heard a knock on the door from the outside,
After that, a servant came to deliver the news,
A big shot wanted to listen to her zither.
"It's said that your former guest recommended him," the servant whispered to her.
Hearing this, Seventh Madame frowned.
She frowned. Her previous customer?
There was no such person in her memory,
From the servant's excited words, he should be an extraordinary person,
Such a person should be deeply etched in her memory.
How could she not have any impression of him?
However, doubts were doubts. Money still had to be earned,
After Seventh Madame reminded her son to remember to work hard, she took out her zither from the side room,
She followed the servant upstairs.
The servant said as he walked in front, "Madame knows that you don't want to sell yourself, so she has already informed this guest in advance,
The other party has also agreed. You must not be impulsive. "
When Seventh Madame heard that it was the procuress's intention, she was a little touched,
She did not expect that this person would still be willing to help her in such a situation,
Seventh Madame also knew that for a brothel, a courtesan who had given birth was of no use at all,
On the contrary, there was trouble,
"I know." She coughed a few times, feeling that her body still could not exert any strength, so she replied in a low voice.
At the door,
The servant stopped,
He pushed the door open,
He stepped aside to let Seventh Madame in, then closed the door and left.
Seventh Madame walked into the side room nervously. This was a place that she was only qualified to stay in when she was a courtesan. It was a rare treasure, and the furnishings were elegant. Anything in the room was worth a thousand gold. She glanced at the familiar scene, took a deep breath, and looked at the figure behind the curtain who had his eyes closed to rest.
She bowed, "Greetings, Sir."
She raised her gaze slightly and saw the back of the figure. He waved his hand, indicating for her to get up.
She knew that this was because the guest did not like noise.
She lifted her foot and went up the stairs. After the zither was set up, the melodious and clear zither music flowed throughout the room like gurgling water. Seventh Madame's gaze was focused on the zither under her hand, as if there was no one else around.
The man leaned on the couch with elegant movements. His wide, moon-white sleeves embroidered with dark patterns flowed on the floor. He leaned his ear to the side and closed his eyes to listen to the sound of the zither. It had to be said that the reason why Seventh Madame was still able to earn money when she was in dire straits was because of her skill in playing the zither. The sound of the zither was very good. Xie Lige understood why the procuress's first reaction when she heard that she was looking for someone to play the zither was her.
The zither music was very clear, as if it could make people forget their troubles.
Ever since Xie Lige had returned to the Imperial Court, the gloomy mood he had felt when he thought of his old friends had dissipated by the sound of the zither. His expression also relaxed slightly.
After a few songs, Xie Lige looked at Seventh Madame who was so tired that she was gasping for breath. She took out some gold and placed it on the table beside her. Then, she left.
Seventh Madame understood that this should be for her.
A few days later, she met the same customer again. He was still in the courtesan's room, listening to the zither. Then, he took out some gold and placed it on the table. The time was not fixed. Sometimes, it would be three days later, sometimes two days later. However, he did not listen to the zither for long, but he was very generous.
Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
The atmosphere between Seventh Madame and this generous customer had improved a lot. It was no longer as awkward as before. The number of times they listened to the zither music had also slowly increased. The only regret was that Seventh Madame's health was getting worse and worse. There was almost no time when her complexion was good. However, a beauty was good-looking. No matter how bad her complexion was, she was just sick and weak.
Today, the customer came to listen to the zither again.
Seventh Madame's sickly body struggled to get up from the bed. She took out her zither and coughed a few times in exhaustion. The young man beside her kept looking at her worriedly. "Mother."
Seventh Madame patted his hand to comfort him.
The young man looked 70% similar to her. The outline of his face was not as soft as hers. It was very sharp. His facial features were almost gorgeous. However, it was suppressed by the scholarly temperament around him.
"A Dynasty. Go with mother today."
Seventh Madame had no strength left. Her voice was very weak.
Gu Xichao's Adam's apple slid. His eyes suddenly dimmed. As smart as he was, how could he not know that this was his mother preparing to entrust him before her death? But he … In the end, he did not say anything. He replied with difficulty, "Yes."
He could not waste his mother's good intentions.
Seventh Madame smiled in satisfaction.
The thing she did not regret the most in this life was giving birth to Xi Chao. Xi Chao was very diligent in his studies. He was also the one with the best grades in the private school. However, she was about to die. She had to do something for Xi Chao before she died.
Gu Xi Chao didn't know what his mother was thinking. He supported her all the way to a side room. When he pushed open the door, he saw his mother's guest. It was a very handsome and elegant man. His moon-white long sleeves sparkled with dark patterns, giving off a low-key luster. His movements were elegant and noble.
His long and narrow eyes glanced at the door and met Gu Xichao at the door.
The young man couldn't help but stop.
This man … …
Xie Lige watched mother and son walk in. His gaze swept over Seventh Madame's pale face. He said with a frown, "Not feeling well?
Then I'll come next time. "
When the deep and calm voice said those sweet words, he had already stood up from the sofa in front of the window. His series of movements were as smooth as flowing water. Xie Lige originally wanted to greet this mother and son pair, but now that Seventh Madame looked like she was seriously ill, Xie Lige was not going to do it. He lifted his feet and prepared to leave.
When he left, his gaze glanced at the tall youth who was supporting the other.
This was Gu Xichao?
Hearing this, Seventh Madame quickly said, "It's fine. Since you are already here, why don't Daren listen to this song before leaving."
Xie Lige stopped walking. His brows did not loosen and his voice was full of disapproval. "Your body … …"
He could see that Seventh Madame was so ill that she was blind.
Seventh Madame smiled. Her voice was very weak as she pleaded, "Daren, listen to this song."
Gu Xichao heard this voice and his body stiffened. However, he quickly returned to normal. He carefully supported his mother and his gaze swept across Xie Lige.
Seeing her insistence, Xie Lige sighed and sat back on the sofa. "You play."
Seventh Madame smiled.
This Daren had always been very soft-hearted.
She looked at Xie Lige's helpless face with gratitude. She turned her head and patted Gu Xichao's hand that was supporting her. She said, "A Dynasty, help me up."
Gu Xichao raised his head and looked at her. A trace of emotion flashed in his eyes. His throat moved, but he was defeated by his mother's smile. He replied in a low voice, "Okay."
Gu Xichao could turn his back on everyone, but he could not refuse this woman who gave up everything for him. Especially when he knew that all her efforts were for him.
He carefully helped his mother up the steps and watched her sit on the seat where she played the zither. Then, when the zither music sounded, he silently took a step back.
Xie Lige, who was below, heard the sound of the guqin. He silently closed his eyes and began to enjoy it. He knew that this could be Seventh Madame's last song. He listened very seriously, as if he had never been so serious before. He also heard the calmness of a person who was willing to die in the guqin. Xie Lige opened his eyes slightly. In his heart, he already understood why Seventh Madame insisted on not letting him leave.
He did not make a sound to disturb her, nor did he pull away.
He quietly listened to the song that was about dying and pleading.
After the song ended.
Xie Lige closed his eyes and said faintly, "After three days, he can leave with me. You will be my mistress."
Seventh Madame gave him a good impression. Xie Lige's task was to take care of Gu Xichao. Since that was the case, he did not mind letting her leave her lowly status.
Seventh Madame bowed weakly, but her eyes were frighteningly bright. Her expression was calm. She said very respectfully, "Thank you, sir."
Of course, she understood how many benefits there would be if she became this sir's mistress in name. Even if she did not know the other party's status, from the madame's increasingly considerate attitude towards her, this sir's status in the capital was probably higher than she had imagined.
At this point, she no longer had the mentality of keeping her chastity for anyone.
She did not care about her lowly status. After all, she had been like this her entire life. But to let her see A Dynasty with a lowly status was something she would never allow.
Becoming this sir's mistress was something she wished for.
Xie Lige frowned as he looked at the gloomy atmosphere between mother and son. His gaze swept over Seventh Madame's unusual face. He sighed and said, "You should go back. A doctor will come to you later. Xichao, you don't need to follow me. Stay by your mother's side for now."
Mother and son thanked him.
Then they left and returned to the courtyard they had rented.
When Gu Xichao helped his mother lie down, before he could stand up, there was a knock on the door. He thought of the words that noble man had said before he left. He guessed that perhaps the doctor had come, so he walked to the door and opened it.
Outside the door was a man with a fair face and a soft voice. He respectfully withdrew his hand and bowed, saying, "Little Young Master, sir has sent us to bring the imperial doctor to treat your wife.
No one knew how shocked they, the eunuchs, were when they found out that sir had a mistress and even a child. Many of the old eunuchs who had retired honorably came out of the mountains in hopes of seeing this rumored little young master. Speaking of which, he was a bit proud. He was the one who had seized this opportunity.
Because he was the previous emperor's personal eunuch.
No one was more concerned about that sir's life than the previous emperor.
The messenger eunuch raised his head to look at the youth standing at the door. He had a filter in his heart. From dozens of different angles, he could see that this person was similar to that sir. He could not help but be filled with excitement. In his lifetime, he had finally seen that high and mighty sir leave the mortal world. When he went to the netherworld, he would have the face to face the previous emperor.
Gu Xichao did not notice the excitement in the person's heart. His mind had been completely stunned by what had just been said. Imperial Doctor?
Imperial Doctor!!!
Just who was that person that even an imperial doctor would be sent over?
This way, the disharmony just now could be explained. For example, why was the man who had knocked on the door so fair and had such a soft voice? After all, he was someone from the palace.
A eunuch.
In the capital, not everyone had the qualifications to be called sir by a eunuch in the palace. That man's identity was probably more terrifying than he had imagined.