Liu Mudan stared blankly at Feng Zhiwei for a long moment that seemed to stretch for eternity. Then suddenly it ended and her body sagged; the band fell aside from weak fingers and she carefully set her boy down before almost collapsing as she sat on her bed. The older woman buried her face into her hands, pearly tears dripping down her fingers.
"I cannot allow Tsamuttu… none of my sons…" She gasped, choking on her words. "Dama Living Buddha said that Jadran's fate will cause the deaths of his brothers, and if one day his fate fails, his brother must cause his death…"
A creeping cold filled Feng Zhiwei's chest and she had to know. Her voice quiet, she asked: "Your other sons…"
Liu Mudan could only sob.
Feng Zhiwei stepped back, staring at this always laughing, playful woman. For her eldest son, she had killed her other seven sons?
"The strange words of superstition cannot be accepted blindly." Feng Zhiwei finally managed when she found her voice.
