In a daze, Xia Wan'er seemed to be back in her boudoir in Da Zhou, back to the time before she lowered herself to tease Murong Qiao.
She sat in front of the zither as usual, lit some incense, and just as she placed her hands on the zither, she heard Xia Lin calling her from outside the door.
She wanted to stand up and open the door for Xia Lin, but as soon as she stood up, the scene around her changed again.
She seemed to be standing in the corridor of the courtyard, with Murong Qiao in front of her and Xia Zian, who was fanned to the ground, in the middle of the courtyard.
Looking at the familiar scene, alarm bells rang in her heart. This day was the beginning of her nightmare!
No, she doesn't want to be like this anymore. She doesn't want to compete with Xia Zian!
Xia Wan'er rushed forward and tried to push Murong Qiao away, but she saw that the people who were there just now suddenly disappeared.
In a blink of an eye, he found himself in a cell. In front of him, the once elegant Xia Huaijun was lying on wet straw, with urine and feces next to him, and holding an inconspicuous hairpin in his hands.
Xia Wan'er's heart was filled with shock and guilt, and tears flowed down her face unconsciously. She staggered to him and knelt down.
"Daddy," she looked up when she saw him holding the hairpin in his hand as if it were a treasure, "What is this?"
She asked out loud.
But no one responded to her.
It was just an ordinary silver hairpin, without any carvings, smooth all over, ordinary to the point of being ugly. Why did he hold it so carefully
Xia Wan'er was kneeling in front of him, but he was completely unaware.
Seeing Xia Huaijun holding the hairpin, dirty tears flowed from his turbid eyes, his face was full of regret and pain, and he murmured: "Daddy is sorry for you, Daddy is sorry for you."
"Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tears blurred Xia Wan'er's vision. How could she not know the origin of this hairpin at this moment
Yes, she remembered.
This hairpin belonged to Xia Zian and was regarded as a treasure by him. She even used this hairpin to play with Xia Zian.
But why did he suddenly appear here at this time
Could it be that—
Xia Wan'er immediately stood up and looked around, but could not find any trace of Xia Zian.
Just as she was about to turn around, she heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and the sound of blood spurting out from behind her.
Xia Wan'er's body froze, her face full of helplessness and horror.
She turned her head tremblingly, and when she saw the wall covered in blood, she finally couldn't help but scream out!
“No, no!”
She squatted down with her head in her hands, memories running wildly in her mind like demons.
She really regretted it. She regretted that she had implicated Xia Huaijun, who loved her so much.
The scene changed and she found herself standing.
In the distance, Old Madam Xia was trapped on a log, watching the angry people rushing towards her with stones in their hands. The stones fell on her head and body like a rainstorm, and blood was flowing.
“Grandma…” Xia Wan’er wanted to rush over to stop them, but found that she couldn’t move.
Old Madam Xia had no choice but to endure it all.
She struggled for a long time. She could only close her eyes and not see, hear or think about it.
These nightmarish memories that she had hidden deep in her heart suddenly burst out at this moment for some unknown reason.
She wanted to comfort herself that this was not true, but she had to admit that it was all her fault. So was God punishing her by making her witness the death of the Xia mother and son
For the first time, she felt what it felt like to have a heart-wrenching regret, which she had never experienced even when she became a beggar.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Murong Qiao's gloomy and twisted face.
"Xia Wan'er, you've done so many evil things and left me with nothing, and you just want to enjoy a peaceful life alone?"
"Go away, go away!!"
Xia Wan'er suddenly sat up from the bed and punched wildly.
"Calm down, it's just a nightmare." Qiao Mingye grabbed her wrist.
Xia Wan'er, whose hands were restrained, stopped moving, opened her eyes, looked at Qiao Mingye, grabbed his hands and burst into tears.
(End of this chapter)