Rebirth of the Innkeeper's Wife: She's Not to Be Messed With

Chapter 132 Xiaobao's Background

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, after a hard-fought battle, Huan Yuechu finally managed to escape the entanglement of those troublesome little demons.

Without taking a moment's rest, she rushed anxiously toward Xiao Bao, who lay in a pool of blood not far away, and his severely injured and dying mother.

Huan Yuechu quickly came to their side and then squatted down without hesitation.

She stretched out her fair and delicate hands, palms facing each other, and began to gather the powerful spiritual energy within her body.

As she focused her mind, dazzling rays of light emerged from her hands and flowed continuously into the child's mother's battered body.

These spiritual energies are like a warm spring breeze, gently caressing every wound of the injured person, attempting to repair damaged meridians and organs, and heal their injuries.

However, despite Huan Yuechu's best efforts to unleash her spiritual power and continuously increase its output, the child's mother's injuries were simply too severe.

Those gruesome wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and the internal organs had been severely damaged; the flame of life was flickering precariously.

Despite Huan Yuechu's best efforts to save her, there was still no sign of improvement in her condition...

Xiao Bao clung tightly to his mother, his small body trembling, his eyes filled with endless fear and helplessness.

He watched helplessly as his mother's face grew paler and paler, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

The child's mother knew in her heart that the flame of her life was slowly dying out, but she was really worried about her young baby!

So, forcing herself to speak, she said with difficulty, "Girl, don't waste your energy anymore. I know you've already done your best..."

Then, as if using all her strength, the woman turned her neck slowly and laboriously, her movements as gentle as a breeze across a lake, as if afraid of disturbing everything around her.

When she finally turned her head, her gentle gaze, as soft as water, fell lightly on the child's tender face, which was covered with tears, like the warm spring sun.

She parted her lips slightly and spoke softly to the child in an extremely faint, almost breathless voice.

"Xiaobao, do you still remember the things I told you before?"

Hearing the woman's question, Xiao Bao nodded vigorously while sobbing, and answered in a choked voice, "Yes, yes, I remember, I can't let those hateful humans discover my true identity."

However, at that moment, the woman took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and then spoke again.

"Today, I have another very important thing to tell you. Actually, my child, I am not your biological mother."

After saying this, the woman's face suddenly changed, and her stunning beauty gradually faded.

Instead, she had a face that, while still presentable, was far less captivating than her previous one.

"Your biological mother is the Queen of all flowers in this world. She has existed in this world since the beginning of chaos, born from the power of nature." After saying this, it was as if she was recalling the beautiful past.

"As for me, I was just a flower maker by her side. For some unknown reason, your mother left you all alone in the end, and even she herself passed away. I still don't know the reason why."

"But before she left, she entrusted you to me and told me to raise you to adulthood. Unfortunately... it seems that I am going to fail her trust."

At this point, the woman couldn't help but burst into tears, which slid down her slightly pale cheeks.

"The reason I have been appearing before you in the form of your mother is so that you will always remember her face. That way, even if I am no longer by your side one day, at least you will still have the memory of her in your heart. Perhaps this is the only thing I can do for you and your mother."

"Xiaobao, your mother's and my love for you will never change. This love is like the eternal stars, everlasting and brilliant."

"For the rest of your life, no matter how much wind and rain you encounter, or how many difficulties and obstacles you face, you will have to rely on yourself to bravely face and overcome them."

As soon as she finished speaking, she coughed a few times, paused briefly, and then, fearing that she didn't have much time left, slowly continued.

"However, young master, please don't be afraid. We will transform into the brightest star in the night sky and accompany you."

After she finished speaking, the woman's face turned as pale as paper, and her body trembled slightly.

With all her might, she slowly and laboriously extended one hand, which trembled incessantly as if it might give way at any moment.

Immediately afterwards, she shakily groped her way out of her bosom and pulled out a small, exquisite pendant.

At this moment, the pendant seemed to carry all of the woman's life force. She gripped it tightly, refusing to let go even an inch, as if afraid that she would lose this last bit of strength if she wasn't careful.

After a while, the woman was able to catch her breath.

Then, she gazed at Xiao Bao with deep affection, and with all her might, slowly handed the pendant in her hand to the child, and said softly.

“Xiaobao, this pendant is the only keepsake your father left for your mother. Now, I solemnly entrust it to you, hoping that you can take it with you to find your biological father, because he is the only one who can protect you right now.”

"After you find him, tell him a message from your mother: that she has never blamed him."

At this moment, the woman turned her gaze to me, her eyes filled with pleading and helplessness.

She spoke with difficulty, “Young lady, I know my request is really excessive. But... now I... So please, could you have mercy and help me? Please deliver Xiaobao safely to his father.”

Faced with such a thorny problem, I was filled with hesitation and entanglement, as if I were tightly bound by an invisible net, unable to make a decision and caught in a dilemma.

Just then, a weak yet firm voice reached my ears.

It was her, the woman who seemed to have exhausted all her strength, who was struggling to open her mouth and whispering in my ear with all her might, "I...am...willing...to...sign...the...contract."

These sudden words were like a thunderclap, instantly waking me from my reverie.