kingnovel Chapter 450 Falling Moonlight 50
Chapter 450 Falling Moonlight 50
The elder sister could not endure the humiliation. She knelt down and cried, covering her face with her sleeves. Finally, she hit her head against the rockery and died.
That scene shocked the young Lelanga so much that he couldn't help but vomit under the strong stimulation.
Then he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.
She curled up in the dark in a daze, her forehead and cheeks burning hot as she stared at the rows of ancestral tablets. Le Langa didn't hold on for long before she passed out.
After being ill for half a month, she finally got better and walked out of the yard to get some fresh air.
I heard my biological mother and aunts lamenting the eldest sister's ignorance, and saying with a little joy that after this incident, the reputation of the girl in the family for her steadfastness had spread, and the men who came to propose marriage were of higher status.
“It’s a blessing in disguise.”
Lelanga hid in the bushes, watching his biological mother speak lightly of his good-for-nothing eldest daughter, and finally felt comforted by how much benefit her life had brought to the family.
She covered her mouth, but still smelled the blood coming from it.
At that moment, Lelanga felt as if he had devoured his elder sister's flesh and blood, stepped on her rotting corpse, and encountered the splendor, wealth and glory in the eyes of the world.
This family is moving forward by eating people.
Including the mothers who gave birth to them.
Le Langa couldn't help but hunch over and suppress the nausea in his throat. After returning to the room, he hid himself in the thick quilt. Even though he was sweating profusely and suffocating, he was unwilling to come out.
She remained ill for another month.
Upon hearing the news, the father, no, the head of the family frowned and scolded him, saying that he was too weak and frail to be of any use.
A court doctor was also sent to check whether this would affect her fertility.
Le Langa was so scared that he forced himself to get up the next day and greeted his parents obediently to show that he was fully recovered.
When he was six years old, his cousin passed away accidentally. His cousin's wife committed suicide out of love for him. As a result, the family got a chastity arch.
When he was nine years old, his second elder sister, who was already married, came back to visit his family.
She quietly held Lelanga in her lap and couldn't hold back her tears.
"Ah Le, tell me, how should I live my life like a human being?"
Although her husband came from a prominent family, he had many concubines in the backyard. He admired her family's reputation, but thought she was too dignified and chaste. He didn't even want to pretend to be in love with her husband, and only wanted to have fun with his concubines.
She had obviously suffered all kinds of injustice, but she was still humiliated by her mother-in-law for not being able to have children, and she couldn't hold on to her husband's heart, which brought disgrace to her family.
"I have learned everything my family taught me, so why am I still living such a mess?"
The second sister didn't dare to cry out loud. She shed tears silently for a while, then quickly asked someone to bring rouge to cover her tears and left in a hurry.
"You have to serve your mother-in-law at meals."
She said so.
Le Langa touched her collar which was wet with tears and was speechless.
At the age of ten, the second sister finally gave birth to a son, but unfortunately he died during childbirth. Everyone felt sorry for the child who had lost his mother.
In a secluded place in the backyard, Lelanga secretly burned the embroidery that her second sister had made when she was in the boudoir.
She had outstanding embroidery skills and could make anything she embroidered come alive, but as the mistress of a large family, she didn't need to do these things, so the second sister had to give up this only hobby.
When she was eleven years old, my third cousin went to the temple to burn incense. On her way back, she encountered robbers and her sleeve was torn.
The third aunt had disheveled hair and was kneeling on the ground begging the men who held the power of life and death and stood tall.
Listening to the third aunt's defense that her daughter's innocence was not tarnished, everyone present could testify in public.
"There were so many girls, how come only your daughter had her sleeve torn by the robbers? It shows that she is not disciplined in her daily life."
After saying this coldly, a maid whose face could not be seen clearly walked out from behind her, held down her cousin who looked as pale as death, and tightly grasped the white silk wrapped around her neck.
Third Aunt tore at the maids like a madman, and did not stop even when her nails were broken.
Finally, he was given a bowl of medicine and sent to recuperate.
Because it is unlucky for two people to die at the same time.
Lelanga stood silently among the tribesmen.
She glanced at her aunt who was in extreme grief, and then at her mother who was living a life of luxury and had a calm expression.
It turns out that not all mothers in the world can watch their daughters die heartlessly.
At the age of thirteen, Lelanga began to discuss marriage.
In the end, the second son of another noble family was chosen.
"Although he has a deceased wife, you will be his legal wife after you marry into the family. It is only natural for you to discipline the children. I believe you can do a good job."
Become a second wife and stepmother of three children.
This is a good marriage.
Le Langa, who had been accustomed to silence over the years, suddenly asked, "Is it my good marriage or my brother's good official career?"
The mother's expression froze, and she quickly glanced down at Lelanga condescendingly.
"Is this the etiquette you've learned for years? Talking back to your mother?"
Lelanga: "Mother, you were young once too. Do you really think this is a good marriage for me?"
The mother was silent for a moment, then said, "Of course."
Le Langa stood up and said, "You like painting very much and you are good at it, but as the mistress of a noble family, you don't need to know how to paint, so you never picked up the brush again."
The mother's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and the fine white porcelain teacup fell to the ground and shattered.
There was genuine confusion on Lelanga's face.
"You are obviously also a pawn who was oppressed and sacrificed in the family. Why do you want to let this fate happen to your daughter again?"
It was like this for the eldest sister, and the second sister, and now it's her turn.
The mother quickly suppressed her inappropriate expression and looked stern.
"What are you dissatisfied with? Which girl doesn't live like this? Parents' orders and matchmaker's words are the law of nature."
Le Langa stared at her for a long time, without saying a word, then turned and left.
My mother's voice came from behind, a little vague.
"It's fate."
Lelanga couldn't figure it out.
Why should women who are victims continue to repeat the same fate on the next generation of women?
She has been thinking about this question.
It was not until the family dinner, when his mother reported her marriage candidate to the head of the family in a gentle tone, that he curled the corners of his lips and praised, "You did a good job."
The man whose face had become blurred in Lelanga's eyes a long time ago suddenly became much clearer at this moment.
There were no other facial features on the face, only a bright red mouth with a sticking out tongue, embedded horizontally in the ghostly face.
He licked the flesh and blood of his wives, concubines and daughters around him bit by bit to absorb nutrients.
Everyone else had their eyes covered and could not see this scene. They just bowed their heads humbly to the monster that held power and willingly gave up everything.
Le Langa suddenly understood the question he had been thinking about for a long time.
Men use lies to define boundaries for women, brainwashing them from the beginning of life, telling them that the benefits women can get are only within this range.
Want more? Give, contribute, and sacrifice!
Be a good daughter, a good wife, and a good mother, and constantly use your beauty, figure, character, reputation, and family background to improve yourself and get a better life.
Then the men who benefited more quietly disappeared.
They watched as the women adhered to the ancient rules, fighting for men from their own sex, attacking each other, and then passing on the fate of the same bloodline from generation to generation.
They never knew that there was a wider world.
They went from their natal home to their husband's home, from outsiders in one family to outsiders in another, and they wore themselves out beyond recognition. They guarded a false good reputation, worked hard all their lives, and finally were buried in the ground, not realizing that they had been eaten long ago.