"You... who are you?" Ji Youran's eyes suddenly opened, and she looked at the dark spot in front of her with almost disbelief. It was the corner of the room, and she couldn't see anything clearly. It was just dark and gloomy.
It was a woman's voice, a voice that seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't remember who it was. The feeling of being spoken was very special.
There was a hint of intense hatred in the familiarity. Although it was just a simple sentence, Ji Youran could sense some danger.
"Ji Youran, you can't remember who I am?" The woman giggled.
"You... who are you?" Ji Youran repeated, his body shrinking involuntarily.
In the dark corner, a faint light suddenly appeared. It didn't look like a lamp. A pale hand was holding something. The faint light emitted by this thing was enough to vaguely show the appearance of a woman. Because of this faint light, her whole body looked covered with a layer of faint light.
It's very faint, and almost invisible if it weren't in this dark corner.
“You...you...you..." Ji Youran’s upper and lower gums were chattering. She had never seen such a strange thing before.
"Ji Youran... don't you remember me?" The woman laughed again, "Are you cold now? Is it as cold as the water under Linyuan Pavilion?"
“No… No…” Ji Youran trembled even more violently, almost convulsing in one place. In the darkness, the sound of her teeth chattering could be heard. “No… It’s not you… It can’t be… It’s you… You’re already dead…”
"Aren't you dead yet?" The woman giggled and took a few steps towards her. She still couldn't see clearly, but the familiar way of speaking was indeed Ji Hanyue.
It’s Ji Hanyue, why is it Ji Hanyue? It’s impossible, she is not dead yet, it’s impossible for her to see Ji Hanyue.
Ji Youran maintained her last bit of consciousness and repeatedly told herself that she was not dead yet, she just fainted, she couldn't die, the prince still needed her.
“That day in Linyuan Pavilion, you were the one who had me pushed down, just for the position of Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace. But now... Ji Youran, what I saw was not a Crown Princess... but a discarded woman with a ruined appearance. Ji Youran, your path to becoming a Crown Princess was too vicious, and you will definitely be punished.”
The woman added that the pale hand without a trace of blood was the clearest, reflecting the dim light, and looked more like a hand without a trace of life.
A dead hand.
“No... No, it’s not me... It’s His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. It’s His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who wants your life, not me.” Ji Youran was horrified and tears fell down. She cried and defended herself.
"Pei Luoan? He will have to pay it back eventually, but you... shouldn't you be the most important? It was you who attacked the first wife for the position of Crown Princess, for entering the East Palace, and for... the power of the second wife. Ji Youran, everything that's happening to you is really retribution."
The woman spoke in a dim voice, her voice no longer filled with hatred, but with a hint of mockery, and her originally pale hand actually stretched forward, as if it was about to reach out.
The thing she was holding in her hand was glowing and actually vibrated, and the glow trembled...
“It’s not... it’s not me, it’s really not me, it’s the prince... it’s the prince who asked uncle to hand over the things, and uncle didn’t hand them over. It’s uncle... it’s uncle’s fault... uncle harmed you, I don’t know, I... I don’t know anything.” Ji Youran shook his head vigorously, feeling dizzy.
Regret? She regretted it...
I regretted it as early as when I was sent to the village.
If Ji Hanyue hadn't died at that time, if her uncle was still alive, even if she didn't enter the Eastern Palace, she would definitely have been a first-class noble lady in the future. With her status and position at that time, there would have been many big families who would have come to propose to her.
Even if he must enter the Eastern Palace, with careful planning, his second sister might not stop him from entering. As long as he could please his second sister, there was no need to destroy the entire Ling Anbo Mansion.
“You killed my father, hunted down my sister, and pushed me off Linyuan Pavilion. Do you really think that the heaven is blind? Ji Youran... this day has finally come for you... Your face was disfigured, your leg was broken, and now you are sent to the manor, living on the reputation of others. Ji Youran, you are living a life worse than death!”
The woman's voice was faint.
"No... It's really not me... It's the prince, it's the prince. It's my uncle who doesn't know how to appreciate his kindness. He... He didn't give the letter to the prince. The prince... The prince wanted to deal with my uncle, so he couldn't leave you behind... I... I can't do anything about it. It's really not my fault... I..."
Ji Youran fell to the ground crying, slapping the ground hard with her hands, her whole body trembling.
As the woman opposite came over, she crawled backwards step by step, tears streaming down her face. The veil on her head had long gone away, and it was hard to tell whether the water on her face was rain or tears. Her expression was ugly and hideous. There was no trace of the graceful and leisurely look of the eldest daughter of the Ling Anbo Mansion.
"You're so ugly!" The woman stopped and didn't come over. "You're so ugly, and you still want to go back to the East Palace? The East Palace has all kinds of beauties, what's the use of you? You're another lame one, your heart is ugly, and you're even uglier!"
A few casual words almost made Ji Youran collapse. This was the kind of words she could no longer tolerate. She was the eldest daughter of the Ling Anbo Mansion. She was the famous Ji Youran. She once made the prince's heart beat fast. Why did she end up like this now
“You… you are talking nonsense… you are talking nonsense.” Ji Youran screamed loudly, not knowing where he got the strength from. He stared at the woman in front of him viciously, but he didn’t seem so scared anymore.
"Isn't it ugly? Do you want to see this?" The woman stretched out her other hand, which was equally pale and bloodless. The mirror in her hand flashed with a faint light. "Do you dare to take a look? Who is the person in here who is as ugly as a ghost? The murderer who killed my cousin's family, could it be that the ghost in this mirror was originally a ghost?"
The woman's hand was pale with a hint of blood, like the bloodstain when Ji Hanyue was injured that day.
That mirror… Seeing the faint trace of blood on the corner of the mirror, Ji Youran screamed, no longer daring to be ruthless, her head lowered involuntarily, the whole person huddled together, "Don't look for me… It's not me, it's the prince's intention, the prince and the letter from Northern Xinjiang… Among the uncles, the prince wants this letter, second sister, second sister, I don't want your life, it's the prince, you go find the prince."
That mirror belonged to Ji Hanyue. It was buried with Ji Hanyue. She put it there for Ji Hanyue. The corners were inlaid with blood-red rubies. She was also coveting those blood-red rubies at the time and originally wanted to take them down secretly, but the prince came in, so she didn't dare to leave it there and had to.
I remember it very clearly since then.
Those were also the dowry of the eldest aunt, which were given to Ji Hanyue early on. As Ji Hanyue was married into the Eastern Palace, after she entered the Eastern Palace, these things fell into her hands. She originally thought that she would have money and status from now on, so what did Ji Hanyue's ten miles of red dowry matter? In the end, they were all hers.
Ji Hanyue got the title of Shili Hongzhuang, but she got the actual benefits of Shili Hongzhuang.
"What does the prince mean?" the woman in the darkness asked grimly. Those faint lights looked more like ghost energy. How could a healthy person emit ghost energy
What is something in your hand that glows faintly and changes slightly
Ji Youran couldn't remember, she just felt horrified. She didn't want to die yet, she could still make a comeback...
“Yes... it was the prince... the prince's intention. It has nothing to do with me. Second sister... this matter really has nothing to do with me. I... I am just a woman. How dare I do such a thing? Even if I have the courage, I can't touch my uncle.” Ji Youran tucked her head between her elbows, lay on the ground with her back hunched, and her whole body was trembling.
She was still able to be angry just now because she didn't believe it so much, but now when she saw the mirror that she had put in the coffin appear today, Ji Youran no longer dared to doubt it.
She just wanted to survive now, just survive...
"A letter from the prince and Beijiang? Which one from Beijiang?" asked the woman in the dark.
“I… I don’t know… Great uncle, great uncle knows, great uncle intercepted those letters, Northern Xinjiang… Northern Xinjiang…” Ji Youran said tremblingly.
She was cold and hungry, her face was pale from the cold, her lips were purple, and she was shivering. She was terrified and frightened. If it weren't for these reasons, she wouldn't have said these words.
Ji Youran was able to harm Ji Hanyue, and almost wiped out the entire eldest branch of the family. It goes without saying that she was ruthless and her willpower was not comparable to that of an ordinary woman. She was so frightened that she lost her mind and soul.
Having said this, he couldn't bear it anymore, his body went limp, he fell to the ground silently, and fainted...
Looking at her lying there motionless, with water stains all over her body, there was no trace of the grace of the eldest lady of Ling Anbo's Mansion. Qu Moying slowly walked out from the darkness, his hand slightly relaxed, holding a glass bottle with a bottle of fireflies in it.
It flickered and carried a faint light, and the faces of the people reflected in the darkness also had a strange faint color.
Qu Moying looked at her quietly, her eyes were cold and sinister as they fell on Ji Youran's body, almost piercing a few bloody holes. If she had just been resurrected, and if she had the chance to force Ji Youran to this point, she would definitely rush forward and stab Ji Youran with a knife, making her pay for her blood debt with blood, and use her blood to worship her father's spirit in heaven.
But now, this is not enough...
Suddenly, a low voice came from outside the door: "Master! Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?"
It was Yuxiu's voice that broke the gloomy atmosphere in the firewood room. She was standing far away and couldn't hear the voices inside clearly, but that didn't prevent her from faintly hearing that there was no movement. Fearing that something might have happened to her master, Yuxiu hurriedly asked in a low voice.
"Come here!" Qu Moying's voice became a little higher.
Footsteps were heard from outside. Yu Xiu pushed the door open and came in with a lantern in her hand. She shone the lantern on Ji Youran who had fainted on the ground. "Master, what happened to her?"
"Frightened!" Qu Moying shook the mirror in her hand. She made the mirror based on her memory. It was not the one Ji Youran knew. Ming Xin had already found out which one Ji Youran had put into the coffin. "Drag him out first. Let Ji Hai find a place to keep him under surveillance."
Ji Youran, she is not willing to let her die yet...