She Has Gone Mad

"Give me back my grandson!"

"You troublemaker!"

"I'll stab you to death!"

"..."

Zhao's anguished screams echoed through the forest, but Su Shimao could no longer respond.

Su Shimao's eyes were wide open, and his deathly pale face was frozen in disbelief.

He probably never dared to believe, even in death, that his own mother, the woman who usually obeyed him without question, had actually stabbed him to death with her own hands.

Zhao stabbed him countless times, her strength seemingly drained, then threw down the dagger. Her eyes and face were full of confusion and helplessness, but then a look of terror gradually appeared. She looked at the blood-covered Su Shimao and suddenly screamed loudly, "Shimao, my Shimao, my son! I've killed my son!"

Liu Ru was terrified by Zhao's screams, covering her ears and shouting, "Stop yelling! My son is dead, and your son is dead too!"

"Dead... all dead..." Zhao stopped screaming and sat down heavily, looking at Liu Ru, "How could they all be dead when they were fine?"

Liu Ru held the dead baby in her arms, glaring at Zhao venomously and shouting, "It's all because of you! You wicked and selfish creature, you raised a wicked and selfish son, causing my son's death and Su Shimao's death! It's all your fault, all your Old Su family's fault! Who told you to raise such a cold-blooded villain who harms others and himself!"

Liu Ru knelt on the ground holding the child and cried loudly, "How could I have been so blind to choose such a heartless monster? My son! My poor son!"

As she spoke, Liu Ru lowered her head, tenderly stroking the child's cold face, tears streaming down, whispering, "It's also my fault. If I hadn't been greedy and swapped you with someone else's son, my poor son wouldn't have died so young... I'm sorry, my son!"

Zhao was now completely lost in chaos, muttering to herself, "Blame me? Did I kill Shimao? Did I kill my dear grandson? But... how can it be my fault? I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything..."

Zhao looked down at her blood-stained hands, then at Su Shimao lying on the ground, and shook him a few times.

Su Shimao's lifeless body swayed slightly. Zhao crawled over, held him in her arms, cradled his head with both hands, pressed her face against his, and murmured:

"Shimao, don't sleep anymore. Get up and eat, I made your favorite braised pork."

"Shimao, you're going to be late for school. I sewed you a new schoolbag..."

"Shimao, my good son, if you need money, just tell me. I secretly do some sewing work to exchange for silver..."

Su Li looked at Zhao with a complex expression.

Zhao had spoiled Su Shimao since childhood, never teaching him what it meant to share or care for others, and by example, she ultimately raised him to be selfish and cold-hearted, which led to this tragic outcome.

Su Li suddenly recalled a saying she had heard in the modern world: "Educate your children well. If you don’t, when they grow up and cause trouble you can’t fix, someone else will have to deal with them."

Looking at Zhao, she deeply understood the truth of this saying.

Zhao cried and laughed, clutching the bloodied Su Shimao tightly in her arms, her face filled with madness.

Liu Ru looked at Zhao and murmured, "She's gone mad..."