The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-2518

Before meeting his master, Li Xiaowei's memory was full of cold, hunger, and misery.

He did not know why they were living like this, nor why his father had abandoned him and his mother.

As far as he knew, he had never seen his father. He had always been raised by his mother alone. In his initial memory, his mother was a beautiful and gentle woman. Li Xiaowei thought that all the beautiful words describing women in this world belonged to her.

But as time went by, he watched his mother wither bit by bit under the ravages of time and life.

The once beautiful and gentle woman lost her beauty and dignity in this cruel life; she had to work everyday to feed her child and herself.

Li Xiaowei had always remembered that during winter months, his mother still had to clean clothes for their neighbors by the river. The snow in the winter was piercingly cold, but his mother silently endured all this. She never cried in front of Li Xiaowei, and never complained. However bitter and tired she was, she always hugged her son with the warmest smile when she came home.

She was always saying...

Mother was not hungry.

Mother was not tired.

Mother was not sleepy.

Li Xiaowei grew up in such an environment. He never asked his mother for anything. From the moment he could think, he was already helping her earn money.

Other children began to learn dou qi and magic early on, but he could only carry a basket up the mountain to dig wild vegetables to fill his stomach.

He was not envious of other children. In fact, he felt that what he had was already the best.

He had such a gentle mother, which was already a gift from heaven.

Therefore, he never complained.

Looking at his mother's back bending bit by bit, watching the face he regarded as the most beautiful wither little by little, the young Li Xiaowei felt quite helpless. He did not know what he could do to save his mother from wilting.

God always revealed his cruelty inadvertently. In the winter of that year, his mother fell ill.

After a few months of illness, Li Xiaowei emptied all his family's possessions, sold all the things he could, and bought medicine for his mother, but he was still not able to stop her condition from getting worse.

"I'm not hungry, mother. Stop talking and have a good rest." Li Xiaowei crouched in front of the bed, looking at her mother's wilted face, his eyes glistening with tears.

A heart-rending pain spread through his body.

He also clearly remembered that it was such a snowy day when his mother left him forever.

That was the most painful memory of his life.

"Silly child, being with me made you suffer... If your father knew you were so sensible, he would be proud of you." The weak woman looked sadly at her son, her only hope.

This was the first time Li Xiaowei's mother mentioned his father.

"Son, once I’m no longer here, go to the imperial capital to find your father... He is from the Black Tortoise Clan. Go look for the clan head of the Black Tortoise Clan; they will surely treat you as the flesh and blood of their family and will not let you continue to suffer." The woman choked up as she spoke. No matter how cruel and exhausting her life was, she hadn't thought of going to that man even once due to her own dignity. However, she now knew that her time was running out and her child was still so young. She could not bear to leave him with no one to take care of him.