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Urazato Palace official has never had real feelings for Fujihara Sachiko, even though she successfully gave birth to a son for him - Urazato Muzan.
Born prematurely, Muzan has been weak and sickly since childhood. Not only does he have difficulty walking, but his heart even stopped several times in his mother's womb. When he was born, he was thought to be stillborn and was abandoned and burned in a fire pit.
At the critical moment of life and death, it was the obsession with survival that made Muzan struggle back from the brink of death. After the flames were urgently extinguished, life was able to continue, but this body became even weaker.
Walking is not only difficult for Muzan, but it has also become a painful burden. Running is more like an impossible dream. He cannot go to school like normal children, nor can he go outside to play with others.
Despite inheriting beauty from his parents, it cannot conceal the weakness of his body.
The Urazato family is a merchant family, not a family of warriors or generals. With such a weak physical condition, Muzan is simply unable to take over the family business.
Father, a palace official, used to come to see Muzan often before he was ten years old, taking him out to learn about business and providing a lot of care for Sachiko and them.
However, when he discovered that Muzan's condition would not improve and heard the doctor announce that ten-year-old Muzan had a terminal illness, asserting that he would not live past twenty, he gradually shifted his attention to another son born to Miya Naoai - Urazato Choko. Under the intentional or unintentional instigation of Miya Naoai, he began to grow distant from Sachiko and Muzan.
"Mother, why doesn't father come to see me anymore?" The eleven-year-old Muzan was filled with confusion in his eyes.
"Muzan, don't overthink it. Dad is busy with work, so he doesn't have time to come. Mom will find someone to cure your illness." Sachiko instantly welled up, but tried to maintain a strong exterior.
Muzan bit his lip, knowing that this was Mom comforting him. Ever since the doctor diagnosed him with a terminal illness, he felt that his father's attitude towards them had become much more indifferent.
At that moment, a maid walked in carrying a bowl of hot medicinal soup.
"Wait!" Sachiko quickly took the medicine bowl from the maid's hand, blew on the liquid, took a sip, and then angrily exclaimed, "Why is this medicine so hot! Are you trying to burn my son?"
She carefully placed the medicine bowl to the side, then grabbed the maid's hair and dragged her out of the room. The sound of her piercing screams and crying quickly spread throughout the entire mansion.
"Madam, I will be more careful next time, please don't hit me again!" The voice from the next room was still loud, and the maid's tearful plea could be heard.
"Useless things!" Sachiko seemed to have no intention of stopping.
Young Muzan turned his head silently, already accustomed to his mother's temper. He had tried to advise her against it, but Sachiko always told him that these people deserved to be taught a lesson.
The family atmosphere made Muzan feel oppressed, but deep down, he always believed that his mother was the only one who truly cared for him.
On a rainy day, Fujihara Sachiko sat in a corner of the Urazato residence, her face showing deep contemplation. She lightly touched a string of hydrangea necklace given to her by her mother, symbolizing maternal love and blessings.
Her mother entered with a concerned and worried look, and said to Sachiko, "Daughter, I came specifically to see you. Regarding the matter I mentioned to you through someone, have you considered it?"
Sachiko let go of the necklace and revealed a bitter smile as she said, "Mother, I have also thought about the things you worry about. My youth is slowly slipping away here, and whether Muzan can live past twenty years old, this future seems like a drifting duckweed, with nowhere to settle."
Her mother gently held Sachiko's face and lovingly said, " Sachiko, then why are you still staying here? Come back to the Fujihara family. Mother has already found a new husband for you, the Minister of Justice, Inoue Kiyo, he is a mature and steady person."
Sachiko furrowed her brows slightly and said, "Mother, but what about Muzan? I can't just abandon him like this."
Taking a deep breath, her mother firmly replied, " Sachiko, if you won't consider yourself, at least think about the Fujihara family. If Urazato family is inherited by Shigemitsu, you might be driven out. At that point, the two families might turn against each other, and the business would be difficult to continue."
Sachiko listened and lowered her eyelids, feeling a surge of emotions in her heart. She thought of the concubine Miya Naoai and her son Chongguang in the Urazato family, and couldn't help but feel that she and Muzan were unnecessary here.
In the end, after much struggle and contemplation, she finally nodded and said, "Alright, Mother, I agree to your arrangement."
Muzan sat alone on the tatami, enveloped in loneliness. He felt puzzled as to why his mother hadn't come to see him recently. Just then, he heard the low voices of the maidservants talking in the hallway.
"It's true, I just found out as well. Madam has returned to the Fujihara family, and I heard she is going to marry an official named Inoue Kiyo."
"How is that possible? What will happen to the young master?"
"We can't possibly know, after all, that's an adult matter. As servants, we shouldn't speak too much,"
These words pierced Muzan's heart all at once. He couldn't believe his mother would give up on him so quickly and leave so coldly. He tightly held a doll in his hand, which his mother had made by hand. It always accompanied him when he felt lonely or afraid.
Muzan Struggling to drag his body to the window, he gazed at the raindrops outside, feeling a deep sense of loss as his inner turmoil grew.
"Mother, you didn't even want to say goodbye, is this how you left?" he silently asked in his heart, tears shimmering in his eyes.
Urazato Muzan's childhood was immersed in darkness and distortion, and his life gradually became more and more oppressive and hopeless in a narrow Japanese-style room. The air in the room was so stifling that it was suffocating, and the only beauty came from the flower and bird paintings on the folding screen, but even that couldn't conceal the pain in his heart.
"Sob...sob..." Muzan tried to stand up, but felt as if his legs had lost all strength. He could only support himself with his hands, tears uncontrollably sliding down from the corners of his mouth.
"Why...why is it like this...living on in such a pathetic state, what meaning does my life still hold?" He murmured to the empty room, his eyes filled with despair.
At that time, he was only eleven years old. His father, a palace official, had long lost interest in him, not to mention his mother, Sachiko Fujihara, who had remarried. Now the maids and servants at home regarded him as dispensable, like a dying man.
the Okusafu family also once hired many doctors for him, the doctors came and went, but none could solve his problem.
Every time the doctor left, he would hear the maids laughing at him behind his back.
"Look, another one has passed away. Probably couldn't be saved anyway."
"This kid is just a burden, a dying person. Who can save him?"
Muzan heard this and felt even more grief and indignation in his heart, but he couldn't refute it because he knew they were right.
Until one day, a kind doctor named Hasegawa came to the Urazato family.
"I heard that the young master has a rare illness. Let me see if I can be of any help." Dr. Hasegawa gently checked Muzan's pulse, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Alright, go ahead and take a look," Urazato said, waving his hand.
"Doctor, can you cure me?" Muzan looked at him in disbelief. It was the first time in many years that he had seen someone be so kind to him.
"I am a doctor, and I will do my best to help you," replied Dr. Hasegawa.
Several months have passed, and Dr. Hasegawa has prescribed a special herb for Muzan, but the effect is very slow.
"Are you playing with me?" One day, feeling gradually close to death, Muzan roared in anger, believing that he had been played by the doctor.
"I don't have it. This kind of illness takes time, please be patient." Dr. Hasegawa remained calm, but Muzan couldn't listen anymore.
After a fierce argument, Muzan finally lost his patience and stabbed Dr. Hasegawa in the heart with the dagger in his hand.
"Why... why are you..." Dr. Hasegawa collapsed to the ground, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Because you are useless! You can't save me, so just go and die!" Muzan sneered, then pushed him to the ground.
At that moment, a miracle happened. Muzan suddenly felt a surge of powerful energy entering his body. Not only did his body recover, but it also became stronger, allowing him to stand on his own two feet without relying on external aids.
However, this sudden surge of power also seemed to bring with it an extremely unsettling craving - a craving for human flesh.
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a maid walked in nervously. Her gaze quickly fell on the body of Dr. Hasegawa lying on the ground, his heart pierced by a knife, and she immediately let out a scream.
"Ah—!" She turned around, wanting to escape and call for help.
But in the moment she turned around, Muzan wanted to reach out and grab her. Surprisingly and terrifyingly, his arm deformed like mud, extending out to envelop the maid in a mass of fleshy material.
The maid's scream abruptly stopped as she was tightly wrapped up in the fleshy mass. Muzan felt a surge of excitement and satisfaction as the front end of his fleshy arm transformed into a huge mouth with sharp teeth.
"Now, you will become a part of my body," Muzan's voice seemed to come from hell, deep and evil.
Then, that huge mouth opened and swallowed the screaming maid whole. Only the sound of chewing and tearing could be heard, the maid's body contorted and was bitten off, blood and flesh gradually becoming indistinct, completely absorbed by Muzan.
After swallowing the maidservant, Muzan felt an unprecedented surge of power. Not only did his body recover better, but it also seemed even stronger than before.
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