"Ah——!" Deep in the quiet and elegant attic, a hoarse and painful moan passed through, startling a few sparrows in the courtyard.

In the room, a woman with scars all over her body was being held tightly by three maidservants. Fresh scars were crisscrossed on her face, and blood was slowly flowing.

Ye Zhaoyan's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but twitch and struggle under the painful pain in his heart.

The middle-aged woman holding scissors made a final cut at the corner of her eye, with a ferocious look on her face and a fierce look, which was very different from the usual noble and dignified lady.

Yan Fengzi hated these eyes the most, they looked just like that old bitch pretending to be noble!

Xue Jian, who was sitting on the recliner next to her, stood up and wiped her hands for her, "Mom, why bother to do it yourself? I don't mind getting my hands dirty."

In Ye Zhaoyan's blurred vision, a pair of brocade shoes with floral jasper steps forward.

Xue Jianzong crushed Ye Zhaoyan's crippled knee with his foot, and said in an extremely disgusting tone: "Thanks to my father who cared about his past feelings, he was able to spare your life. You don't have to be resentful. Everyone in Ningyuan Mansion is going to kill you, and only you and

It is a gift that your mother is still alive today."

Xue Jianlong and Ye Zhaoyan are both the daughters of Xue Huaidan, but Xue Jianlong has been marked as an illegitimate daughter since she was born. For more than ten years, she was raised outside the house and was not allowed to see the light of day.

Xue Jianlong, who had been jealous of his legitimate daughter for countless days and nights, was now being trampled under his feet. Everywhere in Xue Jian's body felt comfortable.

Ye Zhaoyan was torn by pain and his consciousness was blurred. He had no time to pay attention to what was happening in front of him. He just stubbornly looked inside through the curtain.

Inside the curtain, a middle-aged man with a handsome face sat leaning on the top of the room and had been watching with cold eyes for a long time.

Ye Zhaoyan thought sarcastically that if the two men's looks were not very similar, and they had such indifferent expressions, it would be difficult to imagine that this man was her father.

"That's enough Fengzi! Give her a good time," a somewhat tired voice came from inside, as if she was used to the scene in front of her.

Yan Fengzi seemed to be unwilling to accept it and said: "Master, she is the one who made us mother and daughter remain anonymous for ten years. I can't swallow this breath!"

Zhaoyan twitched the corners of his lips and sneered at the woman with luxurious makeup in front of him.

In a dark outer room, how can one remain anonymous?

It was she who occupied the magpie's nest and took away everything that did not belong to her.

Xue Huaidan closed his eyes slightly and said indifferently: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to torture her slowly! Let her go to the underworld to accompany that old thing!"

Ye Zhaoyan opened his eyes, with a bit of resentment in his eyes. They actually resented their deceased grandfather so much.

"This kind of person is not worthy of dying in Ningyuan Mansion." Xue Huaidan said, picked up the cold medicine on the table, turned it over her head, and drank it himself.

A stinging sensation mixed with the bitter potion passed through her throat. Her mouth was filled with blood and she couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of bloody potion.

Ye Zhaoyan fell to the ground in pain. If this medicine is taken into the mouth, a person's throat will become crippled, and then his internal organs will slowly fester and he will die.

Ye Zhaoyan wanted to open his mouth to speak, but came out with a hoarse and incomplete voice.

Xue Yinxian released her head like a piece of garbage and ordered in a cold voice: "Throw her into the wilderness and find a better burial place to bury her. Don't dirty my place!"

"Wait!" Xue Fengzi hurriedly stopped her. She rolled her eyes slightly and said with a sweet smile: "I'm afraid her body will rot in the wilderness and stain your eyes."

Xue Huaidan glanced at the embarrassed Ye Zhaoyan, his eyes flashing with coldness and gloom.

After a long while, he finally said in a cold tone: "Since you are so considerate, I will let you handle it."

Xue Huaidan opened the door, and the cold wind rushed in, blowing on his cold and livid face.

He turned his back and no longer cared about what was happening behind him.

"Untie her!" Yan Fengzi glanced at Ye Zhaoyan with disgust, turned her head, and ordered the servants behind her.

Ye Zhaoyan fell to the ground softly, his hair scattered covering his dirty face, and his body was shaking due to pain.

Yan Fengzi waved, and a servant took out a sharp dagger from his sleeve and put it to Ye Zhaoyan's mouth, "Madam, what do you think we should do?"

Yan Fengzi smiled sinisterly, stretched out her hand to pat the servant's dagger, and said bitterly: "Tear off her clothes and humiliate her, let her taste all the pain!"

Two servants swarmed up, stripped Ye Zhaoyan, who was covered in blood, and threw him naked on the ground.

The coldness all over his body and the profound humiliation hit him. Ye Zhaoyan fell to his knees, his eyes empty.

Ye Zhaoyan's limbs were roughly lifted up by the servants, and the sharp daggers tortured her body bit by bit.

She was in excruciating pain, with veins popping up on her forehead, but she gritted her teeth and did not moan.

This kind of humiliation was something she had never endured.

She remembered that in Tangyuan, those servants had bullied her in this way, and she even thought about committing suicide.

"Not enough! I want her to die in pain!" Yan Fengzi smiled crazily, her beautiful face distorted by anger.

The servants inserted daggers into the woman's body, cutting off her meridians bit by bit and gouging out her bones.

Ye Zhaoyan felt as if his body had turned into a piece of scrap metal, with all the muscles and bones in his body broken, and the pain was unbearable.

As the servants became more and more presumptuous, her eyes became extremely desperate, full of hatred and pain, just like a blooming flower from the other side. In this sea of ​​flowers, she only needed to blow it gently.

Turn into dust.

Ye Zhaoyan closed his eyes and gradually fell into darkness.

"Zhao'er..." A teardrop slid down the eyelashes, fell into the temples, and disappeared.

Ye Zhaoyan opened his eyes suddenly, and everything was dark. Isn't she dead? Why is she here? Is it a dream?

A wave of cold air hit her, and she couldn't help hugging herself tightly. Only then did she realize that the shabby clothes had turned into silk and satin.

Upon closer inspection, she is actually wearing a gorgeous red dress embroidered with golden bird patterns, a rosewood belt inlaid with pearls tied around her waist, and a purple jade pendant hanging around her neck. She is noble and elegant, with a refined temperament.

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"I'm not dead?" Ye Zhaoyan muttered to himself in disbelief.

"It's just that I'm sick. Why do I start talking nonsense when I open my mouth?" A kind sigh came from my ears.

This voice was so familiar that Ye Zhaoyan turned his head and saw a woman covering her with a cloak with a slight smile on her face.

The woman in front of her has green silk hair and temples, a face like a hibiscus, beautiful eyes like the moon, red lips and white teeth, and a slim figure. She is Ye Zhaoyan's mother, Ye Fugui.

Behind Mr. Ye stood two young men, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

One of them is tall and handsome, and he is Ye Zhaoyan's cousin Ye Zhaochen. The other one is thin and quite handsome, but he is her cousin Ye Zhaohua.

"Mom, are you not dead?" Ye Zhaoyan looked at his mother, tears falling involuntarily, "I thought I would never see you again in this life."

"Silly boy, you talk so crazy, my mother is almost frightened by you."

Ye Fugui patted her back gently, and his soft voice seemed to heal her pain, "I am with you every day, how come you can't see me."
Chapter completed!