Han Yan's eyes widened suddenly, twelve years old! The nightmare he had when he was twelve years old resurfaced before his eyes, and he actually knew about it... How would he view himself? He must have thought that he was innocent and disgusted. Han Yan's heart was ashen, and two lines of clear tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
Zhuang Yushan was happy to see her desperate and embarrassed look, and his smile became more cheerful: "Sister, don't worry about your father. Father would rather lose a daughter than lose this marriage. What's more, my father has never liked my sister. Otherwise, why would you let your mother get rid of the Wang family?"
Mother! Was my mother killed? !
Zhuang Yushan chuckled: "Sister, I don't know yet, but it's no wonder. Zhuang Hanyan only spends time in the house doing embroidery and playing the piano, and never leaves the house all year round. None of the wives know that there is such a person in our house." She raised her hand. He held the cup and came closer: "For a person who can't even remember his face, it doesn't matter if he dies on the wedding night? Maybe, in the eyes of the ladies, I am the legitimate legitimate daughter!"
Han Yan's face was pale and her whole body was trembling. She thought that her happy life was actually a huge conspiracy. Mother Chen's screams came from the side, and Han Yan realized that he had never seen Mother Chen since Zhuang Yushan came in. Could it be... She felt a chill in her heart and stared at Zhuang Yushan in disbelief.
Zhuang Yushan walked up to Ji Lan and Shu Hong: "I see that these two girls are loyal and good-looking. The guards who are keeping watch today are probably exhausted. These two girls will reward them for fun. Tomorrow Let your master and servant meet each other early in the morning."
Ji Lan and Shu Hong were the maids left to her by her mother. They had been sisters with her since they were young, but because of her, they lost their lives and ended up like this! Her good sister! What a great stepmom!
Zhuang Yushan seemed to finally be tired. He knelt down, pinched her chin, and poured the wine in his hand down her throat.
Deadly poison, blood seals the throat. Han Yan only felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
It's her fault! It’s because she doesn’t know people well and recognizes thieves as her father! It is because she is too naive that she treats her stepmother and sister sincerely! If she didn't stay in the house all day and didn't care about worldly affairs, if she couldn't put all her hopes on others, if she didn't fall in love with Wei Rufeng!
Will nothing happen
Won't! The most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart. Even if this incident hadn't happened, Zhou and her daughter would not let them go, as would their ruthless and unintentional father.
Han Yan fell to the ground, her eyes like water filled with blood and tears, Zhuang Yushan, even if you become a ghost, I will not let you go!
The beautiful bride smiled slightly and spat out a sentence as vicious as a scorpion: "Good sister, when we get to Huangquan Road, let's see how my sister will be the crown prince's concubine."
Everything in front of him blurred, his chest felt piercing to the bone, and when his consciousness gradually disappeared, Han Yan saw a pair of official boots of azure satin walking in.
That was her husband. Unexpectedly, she did not expect Huayue Jing to be happy in this life, but instead she was killed.
On the soft mink bed, the clear-colored mist hanging down after the rain, the girl sleeping in the bed moved her fingers slightly, and a pair of black eyes slowly opened.
When Han Yan woke up, she only felt a splitting headache and her eyes were extremely dry. What was going on? She had not been fed poisonous wine by Zhuang Yushan and had already died in hell. How could she still be awake
She struggled to stand up and look around. The room was filled with a strong aroma of medicine. This was clearly her boudoir, but it looked so strange. It was so strange that she felt like she was in another world. She stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead. Who saved her
"Fourth girl." With a shout of surprise, Han Yan raised his eyes. Mother Chen was holding a gold-painted beauty porcelain bowl in her hand. She put the bowl on the small table aside and hurriedly walked forward and asked, "Miss, are you awake?" Yes, but what’s wrong with it?”
Han Yan looked at her blankly. Mother Chen was not dealt with by Zhuang Yushan. The scene of the wedding night appeared in front of her eyes. Her nose became sour and tears fell down.
Mother Chen suddenly panicked when she saw her crying, and then she became sad and hugged her tightly: "My poor young lady, Madam just left, and the master wants that bitch to come in. It's not easy for girls. Why? She is angry and sick. The girl should not cry anymore. The master will be unhappy when he sees her... "
"Miss, what's wrong?" A clear voice rang in his ears. Han Yan sat upright suddenly. Ji Lan and Shu Hong stood two steps away worriedly, holding jars of preserves: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Don’t you want to invite the doctor again?”
The maid who died for her in the previous life was standing in front of her. Han Yan couldn't tell what it felt like: "Ji Lan... Shu Hong..." After choking on these two words, she could no longer speak, and simply buried her again. She cried bitterly in the arms of Mother Chen.
Ji Lan and Shu Hong were startled. They didn't know what happened to Han Yan and looked at Mother Chen inquiringly. Mother Chen only thought that she was sad that her wife had passed away and her father had married another woman, so she patted her back gently to comfort her.
After crying for an unknown amount of time, Han Yan gradually calmed down, and the doubts in her heart became deeper and deeper.
Mother Chen looks much younger, with less gray hair on her temples. Ji Lan and Shu Hong also look slightly different. "Ji Lan, bring me the mirror."
Ji Lan didn't know what Han Yan was going to do, so he still took the diamond-shaped bronze mirror on the dressing table and gave it to her. Han Yan looked in the mirror. She had a pale and thin face, big black eyes, a beautiful nose and cherry lips, and long black hair hanging down like tassels. The person in the mirror was delicate and gentle, yet to be a little childish. It was her. Yes, but definitely not who she is now.
The bronze mirror in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop" sound. Shu Hong was startled and hurriedly stepped forward: "Miss."
Han Yan was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, feeling as if his heart was shaking. The person in the mirror is clearly the twelve-year-old Zhuang Hanyan who he was three years ago!
She raised her head and looked around her with a critical eye again, finally understanding where that strange feeling of familiarity came from. Because the furnishings in this room are clearly the ones from three years ago!
"Mom, what year is this?" Han Yan asked after a long while.
"Thirteen years of Da Zong." Mother Chen looked at her in surprise: "Why is the girl asking about this?"
Han Yan's heart skipped a beat. In the thirteenth year of Emperor Da Zong's reign, his mother died of a serious illness. The Zhou family entered the house, and Zhuang Yushan entered the house. It was also this year that she was kidnapped by thieves. Although nothing happened and the matter was suppressed, she always carried a burden in her heart, fearing that one day this matter would be revealed and her reputation would be ruined.
People's words are scary.
It was precisely because of this incident that she no longer wanted to go out. She hid in her house all day, embroidering and writing, and lost contact with the outside world. Even if his own brother committed a crime and was imprisoned, he only found out about it at the end.
She was kidnapped by bandits. It was Zhou who got the news after searching for two days and two nights. The palace sent talents to rescue her from the bandits. She was grateful to Zhou, and with Zhuang Yushan's careful care, she gradually accepted the mother and daughter.
(End of chapter)