Han Yan suddenly widened her eyes, twelve years old! The nightmare of the year when she was twelve years old appeared before her eyes again, and he actually knew it... What would he think of himself? He must think that he was not clear or white, and he was extremely disgusted. Han Yan's heart was ashamed, and two lines of clear tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

Zhuang Yushan was happy to see her desperate and embarrassed look, and smiled happily: "Sister doesn't have to worry about her father. Her father would rather lose a daughter than lose this marriage. What's more, her father has always disliked her sister, otherwise, how could he let her mother get rid of Wang?"

Mother! Mother was killed?!

Zhuang Yushan giggled: "I don't know if my sister is here, but no wonder, Zhuang Hanyan has always only embroidered and played the piano in the house and never left the mansion all year round. The wives of each family don't know that there is such a person in our mansion." She held up a cup and leaned closer: "What's wrong with a person who can't even remember his face when he died on the wedding night? Maybe, in the eyes of the wives, I am the dignified daughter!"

Han Yan had a pale face and trembled all over. She thought that her happy life was actually a huge conspiracy. She came from her mournful screams from her mother. Han Yan realized that she had never seen her mother again since Zhuang Yushan came in. Could it be... She felt cold in her heart and stared at Zhuang Yushan in disbelief.

Zhuang Yushan walked to Ji Lan and Shuhong: "I see these two girls are loyal and look good. The guard who is watching the night is probably exhausted today. These two girls will give them a gift and let your master and servant meet tomorrow morning."

Ji Lan and Shuhong were the maids left by their mother to her. They were like sisters since childhood, but they actually died because of her and ended up like this! Her good sister! Good stepmother!

Zhuang Yushan seemed to finally say he was tired, so he squatted down and pinched her chin, pouring the wine in his hand into her throat.

The fatal poison was poisoned and blood was sealed. Han Yan felt a sweet throat and blood dripped from the corners of her mouth.

It was her fault! It was her unclear understanding of people and recognized thieves as her father! It was her too naive that she treated her stepmother and sister sincerely! If she didn't stay in the mansion all day and didn't care about the world, if she could not place all hope on others, if she didn't fall in love with Wei Rufeng!

Isn't everything going to happen?

No! The most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart. Even without this, the Zhou mother and daughter would not let her go, and she also had her ruthless and unintentional father.

The cold geese fell on the ground, her eyes were covered with blood and tears, Zhuang Yushan, even if she was a ghost, I would not let you go!

The beautiful bride smiled slightly and said the sentences were as vicious as a scorpion: "Good sister, when you arrive on the road to the underworld, see how your sister is the princess."

Everything in front of him became blurred, his heart was thirsty in his chest, and when his consciousness gradually disappeared, Han Yan saw a pair of sky-blue satin official boots walking in.

That was her husband. I didn't expect that Hua Yuejing would be happy in this life, but I waited for the death disaster.

The soft mink fur bed, the tent of smoke hanging down faintly after the rain, the sleeping girl in the bed moved slightly, and her black eyes slowly opened.

When Han Yan woke up, she felt her headache was split and her eyes were dry. What's going on? She wasn't she fed poisonous wine by Zhuang Yushan and had already been ordered to go to the underworld. Why was she still awake?

I struggled to hold my body up and looked at it. The room was full of strong fragrance of medicine. It was clearly my boudoir, but why did it look so strange? It made her feel like a different life. I stretched out my hand and rubbed my forehead. Who saved her?

"Fourth Girl." With a surprise shout, Han Yan raised her eyes, Chen's mother was holding a gold-painted porcelain bowl in her hand, and lowered her body to put the bowl aside, and hurriedly walked up to ask, "Miss is awake, but what's wrong?"

Han Yan looked at her blankly. She was not dealt with by Zhuang Yushan. The scene of the wedding night appeared in front of her. Her nose felt sore and tears fell down.

Seeing her crying, Chen's mother suddenly panicked, and then she felt sad. She hugged her tightly: "My poor lady, the lady has just left, and the master wants that bitch to come in. It's not easy for the girl. Why are she angry and sick? Don't cry anymore? The master is unhappy when she sees it..."

"What's wrong with Miss?" A crisp voice sounded in his ears. Han Yan suddenly sat upright, Ji Lan and Shuhong stood there worriedly with the candied jars: "Miss, what's wrong with me? Do you want to invite the doctor again?"

The maid who died for her in her previous life stood in front of her calmly, Han Yan couldn't say what it felt like: "Ji Lan...Shuhong..." These two words choked out in her mouth and could no longer speak, so she buried them in Chen's arms and started crying again.

Ji Lan and Shuhong were shocked. They didn't know what was wrong with Han Yan. They looked at Chen's mother. Chen's mother just thought she was passing away for her wife and her father was sad to marry her, so she gently patted her back to comfort her.

I don’t know how long I cried, but Han Yan gradually calmed down and the doubts in her heart became deeper and deeper.

Mother Chen looks much younger, with less white hair on her temples. Ji Lan and Shuhong look a little different. "Ji Lan, take me the mirror."

Ji Lan didn't know what Han Yan was going to do, so she took the diamond-flowered bronze mirror on the dressing table for her. Han Yan looked into the mirror, with her pale and thin face, black big eyes, cherry lips, and long black hair and tassels scattered like a tassel. The person in the mirror was pretty and gentle, and she was still a little childish. She was right, but she was definitely not her now.

The bronze mirror in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop". Shuhong was startled and hurriedly walked forward: "Miss."

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, waved her hand, and her heart felt like the sea was overturned. The person in the mirror was clearly the self three years ago, the twelve-year-old Zhuang Hanyan!

She looked up and observed the surroundings with her scrutiny eyes again, and finally understood where the strange and familiarity came from. Because the decorations of this room were clearly the decorations of three years ago!

"Mom, what year is this year?" Han Yan asked after a while.

"The thirteenth year of the main body." Chen's mother looked at her in surprise: "Why did the girl ask about this?"

Han Yan's heart thumped. In the thirteenth year of the corpse, her mother was seriously ill and died. Zhou entered the door and Zhuang Yushan entered the mansion. In this year, she was kidnapped by the thief. Although nothing happened, the matter was suppressed. However, she was always burdened, fearing that one day this matter would be told and her reputation would be ruined.

People's words are terrifying.

It is precisely because of this that she no longer wants to go out and hides in the mansion all day long to embroider and write, losing contact with the outside world. Even her younger brother was imprisoned in prison for committing a crime, and it was only the last time that she realized it.
Chapter completed!