Avenge My Trapped Fairy Mother

Avenge My Trapped Fairy Mother

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Here's the translation of the text into English: --- Mother is a fairy from the heavens. For the sake of Father, she stayed in the mortal world, creating a beautiful tale. But only I know that Mother was stripped of her feathered robe, the source of all her powers, and was forced to remain in the human realm. At the age of seven, I knocked on Mother's door in the dead of night. She was barely clothed, her body limp, lying in the arms of Emperor Father, biting her lip in humiliation. She held me and said, "Ali, go quickly, and never come back." Later, she lay in my arms, covered in blood, laughing with wild abandon. "Ali, Mother can only help you this far." "The rest of the journey, you must walk on your own." I held Mother's lifeless body, gripping the small knife tightly in my hand. "Mother, don't worry." "I will soon send them down to accompany you." --- Let me know if you need any further assistance!

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My mother was a heavenly fairy. For the sake of my father, she stayed in the mortal world, creating a beautiful love story. But only I knew the truth: my mother was forced to stay in the human realm because her Heavenly Robe, a magical garment granting celestial powers, was taken from her.

When I was seven, I knocked on my mother's door in the middle of the night. She was barely clothed, lying weakly in the arms of the Emperor, biting her lip in shame. She held me close and said, "Martha, leave now and never come back."

Later, she lay in my arms, covered in blood, laughing with a sense of release. "Martha, this is as far as I can help you. The rest of the journey, you must walk alone." I held my mother's lifeless body, gripping a small knife tightly. "Mother, don't worry. I'll send them down to accompany you soon."

I was the only daughter of the Prime Minister, specially titled as a princess by the Emperor, and also the adopted daughter of the Regent. All three men were my mother's lovers, showering her with care and affection. From before I was born, my mother was summoned to the palace to serve the Empress Dowager. After I was born, I was also allowed to be raised in the palace.

My mother's palace was luxurious, with every piece of furniture worth a fortune, and she had dozens of attendants to take care of her daily needs. Because my mother was a heavenly fairy, it was said that she stayed in the mortal world for love. She and my father were a poor couple who supported each other until my father became the Prime Minister. Their love story was widely known and admired by the common folk.

No woman didn't envy my mother, for she had love, power, and was considered the happiest woman in the world. But they were all wrong. My mother was forced to stay in the mortal world. Her Heavenly Robe, which inherited celestial powers, was taken by my father, and she was forced to marry him. My mother was stunningly beautiful, captivating the hearts of all who saw her. To climb the ranks, my father offered her to the Emperor and the Regent, eventually becoming the Prime Minister.

Later, my mother became pregnant. The Emperor was furious and wanted her to abort me. The Prime Minister also agreed, believing my mother to be unfaithful and doubting the child's paternity. But my mother pulled out a luxurious hairpin and stabbed her fair neck, drawing blood. "I must have this child. If you force me to abort, I will not live without this child, and there will be no trace of me left!"

My mother rarely spoke so harshly. The two fathers were troubled. Finally, the Regent father touched my mother's belly and said meaningfully, "Brother, why must you be so harsh? If something happens to Emalee one day, shouldn't she have a bloodline left behind?" Though their faces showed hesitation, they were still conflicted. What ultimately swayed them was the Regent father's half-smiling remark, "Besides, I'm curious about the experience with a pregnant woman."

Upon hearing this, the three men exchanged glances and smiled knowingly. They didn't consider my mother's feelings or my unborn life. They chose to keep me because they were driven by their base desires.

From a young age, I rarely saw my mother. Her palace was large, and I was raised in a side hall with only a nanny to care for me. From my earliest memories, my mother always seemed exhausted. She was very afraid of the cold, no matter how hot it was, she always wrapped herself tightly, standing at a distance and watching me.

Many nights, I cried for my mother. The nanny could only helplessly comfort me, "Miss, be good. Ms. Douglas is very busy and can't be with you right now."

Once, I sneaked out to my mother's bedroom and knocked on the door because I heard her crying. The Emperor opened the door, looking at me with disinterest. "Martha, why are you here?" My mother was sitting on a couch directly opposite the door, her clothes disheveled, her body covered in bruises. Her hair was messy, her eyes alluring, and she was stunningly beautiful.

At that time, I didn't understand much, but I found it strange. I ran excitedly to my mother and called out, "Mother! Martha missed you so much. Are you feeling unwell?" My mother stared at me, her red lips trembling. Her eyes were filled with a sorrow I couldn't comprehend as she hurriedly tidied her clothes and touched my hair. Tears fell from her eyes like broken pearls. "Martha, my good child, why are you here? Mother is not unwell, just missing you too."

She hugged me, her body smelled of jasmine with a faint metallic scent. I disliked the smell but didn't want to upset my mother, so I kept my dislike to myself. My mother kissed my forehead and looked at the Emperor with pleading eyes. His gaze deepened, and he smiled leisurely, his meaning unclear. "I didn't expect that what would make you submit is this child. In that case, having her isn't a bad thing."

My mother caressed my face, her eyes gentle yet sorrowful, her body trembling slightly. I sensed my mother was in great pain, but I didn't understand why. I was right there with her, so why did she seem so unhappy? So, I looked at her with wide, watery eyes and gave her a sweet smile. The nanny said I was beautiful, just like my mother. My eyes, especially, were like hers, always making people feel tender.

But my mother became even sadder. Tears still on her face, she held my hand briefly before letting go and obediently walked towards the Emperor. "Ayden, I will stay with you. But Martha is still too young. Please, I beg you, send her to the Prime Minister's House."

The Emperor lifted her chin, his hand slipping into her clothes. "That depends on your performance." My mother bit her lip in humiliation, a moan escaping her throat. She pushed him away forcefully and gave me one last hug. Her hot tears fell on my neck as she placed a warm pendant into my hand. She whispered, "Martha, protect yourself and never return to the palace. No matter who tells you, even if it's me. Always remember what I said, understand?"

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