Chapter 1774 - 834: True Face

Chapter 1774: Chapter 834: True Face

Lan Chuchu listened, requested that poison smoke, but as for its use, she didn’t tell the Jade Hand Poison Master.

After night fell, Lan Chuchu had the wet nurse carry away the Little Princess and accessed the Plum Garden through a secret passage once more.

Tonight was the scheduled meeting, agreed upon with the little monster, every five days.

After ensuring no one was around, Lan Chuchu gently knocked three times at the mouth of the well.

This was the secret signal agreed upon with the little monster.

From below the well came three echoing knocks.

Lan Chuchu took out a rope and descended into the ancient well.

Upon seeing Lan Chuchu, the little monster’s face revealed a joyful expression.

The ancient well had already been tidied.

The little monster knew that Lan Chuchu very much disliked the smell of blood in the well, so every time she came, he would tidy it up.

"Mother..."

The little monster just called out once.

With a "slap," Lan Chuchu gave him a hard smack.

"Tell me, have you been discovered by that little bitch Hong Mingyue? Did you tell her anything? I almost got killed because of you!"

Lan Chuchu glared at him, her face full of rancor.

The little monster was startled, his eyes reddened, like a gigantic child, emitting faint sobbing sounds.

"Didn’t say... Mother... Didn’t say anything."

Lan Chuchu’s expression slightly softened upon hearing this.

"Forget it, I’ll handle that woman. Are you hungry, do you want mother to find a guard for you?"

The monster shook his head.

He knew, actually, mother really hated him consuming people.

Mother was very angry today, he couldn’t let her hate him any more.

Lan Chuchu sighed.

She suddenly raised her hand, caressed the little monster’s slightly reddened face from her slap, revealing a hint of affection in her eyes.

"Did it hurt when mother hit you just now?"

The little monster was stunned, mother had never spoken to him in such a loving manner.

He hurriedly shook his head.

"Didn’t hurt... Mother... Does your hand hurt?"

Despite his hideous appearance, his eyes were full of sincerity, like an innocent, simple child.

Gazing into those eyes, Lan Chuchu felt her breath catch, her nose stinging slightly.

She thought of the poison smoke in her bosom, an urge to flee surged within her.

But then she remembered that as long as this monster lived, he could be discovered.

He would ruin everything she now possessed.

Lan Chuchu steeled her heart.

"Mother was too impulsive earlier. Mother is worried that you would be in danger if discovered. Child, come here, let mother hold you."

Lan Chuchu’s voice softened, a gentle tone that to the little monster was like celestial music.

Initially he felt a bit uneasy, but ultimately, he couldn’t resist his mother’s warm embrace, cautiously holding on to her.

"How about mother sing you a lullaby? You’ve grown so much, mother has never sung to you or lulled you to sleep."

Lan Chuchu said and began humming a song.

The singing echoed within the ancient well, beautiful and melodious.

The little monster’s eyelids gradually drooped.

He had longed for such an embrace for a long time.

He never thought he could really fall asleep to such a song.

He closed his eyes, unaware that as Lan Chuchu hummed, her face was so grotesque.

When the little monster began snoring softly, Lan Chuchu swiftly withdrew her arms.

She stood up, cast a final glance at the little monster, and quickly climbed up the rope.

After exiting the well mouth, Lan Chuchu took out the bottle containing the poison smoke, opened it, and a streak of green smoke emerged, like a poisonous tongue flicking out.

Lan Chuchu tossed the bottle into the ancient well.

Then she took out a prohibition, sealing it over the well.

After doing all this, she uttered a sentence.

"Don’t blame me, blame yourself for being a monster."

Lan Chuchu vanished without a trace.

From within the ancient well, the little monster awakened suddenly upon hearing the noise from the well mouth.

He touched beside him and realized mother had left.

He felt somewhat lost within his heart, he hadn’t even spoken more words to mother, hadn’t mentioned the Jade Hand Poison Master.

Indeed, that woman was a villain, trying to sow discord between him and his mother.

Mother loves him, otherwise why would she sing to him.

At this moment, a "clang" was heard.

Something unknown fell from above.

Then, the light from above the well completely vanished.

The well mouth had been sealed.

The little monster was startled, his eyesight, even in total darkness, allowed him to see, and he quickly discovered that what had fallen was a bottle.

From the bottle, a green smoke was leaping out.

The smoke thickened, in the confined space of the ancient well, in no time, the smoke spread rapidly.

The little monster felt his head spinning, his limbs growing weak.

Instinctively, he realized that smoke was poisonous.

"Mother... Mother"

The little monster became agitated, he realized this bottle was thrown down by mother.

He leapt up, but when he reached the well mouth, the prohibition power brutally threw him back down.

This prohibition was at least ten times stronger than the previous one.

Blood in the little monster’s body rushed all to his brain.

His hands and feet gradually grew cold.

A terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

Mother wanted to kill him!

Mother wanted to poison him!

The Jade Hand Poison Master was right, mother never loved him.

She was using him.

She feared he would be discovered by that vicious woman, reveal her secrets, so she didn’t mind singing to lull him into dropping his guard.

Just when he immersed in maternal love, utterly defenseless, mother used the poison smoke wanting to kill him.

The little monster’s body, powerless, fell to the ground.

In this dark, damp, cold ancient well, tears like a deluge of floodwaters burst forth, impossible to suppress.

Why... treat him like this.

He never thought of harming others, nor did he ever think of betraying mother.

Everything he did was just to try and stay alive.

Just to make mother look at him a little longer.

He so wished... so wished...

Consciousness, stripped from the little monster’s body, his heartbeat ceased, that hideous face devoid of any expression.

At the mouth of the well, Lan Chuchu seemed to hear the cries for mother rising from the ancient well below.

She covered her ears with her hands, fleeing the Plum Garden madly.

At the Plum Garden Entrance, she panted heavily.

Beneath her feet, the snow reflected light, turning the night at the Divine Palace as bright as day.

Lan Chuchu looked at her hands, her hands were fair and flawless, but she knew, they had been stained with blood, the blood of her child.

Lan Chuchu burst into laughter.

"It’s done, finally done. Dead is good, from this day on, no one will ever know this secret again."

There were no tears in her eyes.

Returning to her palace, Lan Chuchu gave the order.

"Someone come, find a few guards tomorrow morning, bring some boulders over, and completely fill and bury the ancient well in the Plum Garden."