"Stop crying." Mrs. Ye raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Ye Zhaoyan's cheeks. "For such an old man to cry whenever he wants, it really worries my mother."

Ye Zhaoyan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and couldn't imagine that she would later turn into the old woman she was in her previous life.

Ye Fugui of the Ye Mansion has always been a leader among ladies from a famous family.

The Ye family was born into a wealthy family in Jindu. Their ancestors were among the founding officials of the People's Republic of China. Their father, Ye Wenxuan, was a military champion, and his grandfather was the most powerful commander under the late emperor. The sons of the Ye family were also among the best, and all of them stood out and served in the imperial court.

The influence is quite extensive.

As the only daughter of General Ye, Ye was favored and had been the envy of the famous ladies in the capital since she was a child.

Two years after Ye Fugui's death, because of General Ye's love and persistence, he recruited Xue Huaidan, the new top scholar of the year, into his wife's house. Even the daughter born to Ye Fugui was given the surname Ye, giving her the noble male title.

The talented Zhao generation has been carefully educated since he was a child and has acquired martial arts skills.

After the joy of surviving the disaster, Ye Zhaoyan remembered the tragedy of his previous life.

She has been reborn, and the haze has not gone away. If the poisonous snake lurking in the dark cannot be uprooted, the Ye family will repeat the mistakes of the past life.

Thinking of this, she looked at Ms. Ye and said seriously: "Mom, is Sister Yan still in the suburbs?"

Sister Yan was the illegitimate daughter of Xue Yinxian and Yan Fengzi in their previous life, who was later known as Xue Jianlong. She was invited to Ye Mansion in the name of niece, and her mother Yan Fengzi pretended to be on good terms with Ye, and later.

.....

Then there were all kinds of bizarre incidents.

The scenes from the past life came flooding back, Zhaoyan's eyes slowly turned red, and the long eyelashes covered the overwhelming hatred in his clear eyes.

She will never let those dirty things in her previous life happen again!

Mrs. Ye didn't know the changes in her mood at this moment. Seeing her daughter lowering her head and saying nothing, she thought she was too frightened and comforted her: "Zhao'er, you should take good care of yourself first, and we can talk about these things later."

Mrs. Ye was not concerned about the whereabouts of the niece of the Yan family. Thinking of this little girl whom she met only once, she always felt strange for some reason, and she couldn't explain her likes and dislikes.

Zhaoyan nodded slightly, "Listen to mother in everything."

At this time, a maid came in carrying a tray with a bowl of white fungus soup and several pastries on it, "Miss, you just woke up and need to eat something to replenish your strength. This white fungus soup is my order."

I cooked it myself in the kitchen, and I also asked my slave to prepare a few sets of clothes for you. You can drink it while it's hot. I'll leave this slave."

"Your father always cares about you." Mr. Ye's face became much more relaxed. He placed the tray on the table, took out a few small plates and placed them next to him. Then he picked up the white fungus soup and prepared to take a sip to test the temperature.

As she moved, a familiar strong fragrance wafted out, the smell that once made Ye Zhaoyan sweat in the middle of the night.

"Don't drink!" Ye Zhaoyan leaned out half of his body, swept away the dishes, and fell out of the bed.

Ye Zhaohua on the side saw this and leaned over to help Ye Zhaoyan. Suddenly, a strong force passed by her, and a tall figure rushed over faster and caught her steadily.

The crystal clear white jade bowl fell down, spilling most of the soup, and rested on the thick carpet on which the feet were resting, but it was completely intact.

Ye Zhaoyan only felt a solid chest, and the tip of his nose was filled with some thick incense, Feng Mi Xiang, the noble fragrance most respected by upper-class women in the capital.

She looked up at the young man's graceful jaw, and the other person stared at her with concern, "Are you okay?"

The smell made her breath feel sluggish, and she coughed quickly before withdrawing without a trace and returning to her mother's side.

Mrs. Ye looked at her daughter who was still in shock, stroked her forehead, and said in slight shock: "What's going on?"

Ye Zhaoyan recalled the situation just now, and his mind was spinning. Ye Zhaochen seemed to have started to move at the moment she called. The moment he rushed over, the look on his face could not tell whether he was nervous or frightened.

After careful consideration of her words, she spoke slowly: "Mom, this soup doesn't seem to taste right. Maybe it was made overnight."

This soup contained a drug that caused people to have nightmares and gradually become hallucinogenic after taking it for a long time. It was also the culprit that caused her to miss several opportunities in her previous life.

She had no intention of speaking out at this time. Even if the soup conspiracy was exposed today, Xue Huaidan would only plot against their mother and daughter from other places.

Moreover, Ye Zhaoyan in his previous life had always trusted his father, and he did not have a delicate heart that was acquired through repeated plots.

Hearing this, Mrs. Ye lowered her head and glanced at the white fungus soup in the porcelain bowl, frowned slightly, and said to Xiyun beside her: "Go and invite Mrs. Wen."

Wen Niang is a famous cook specially invited by Xue Huaitan from Jiangnan. She usually cooks exquisite food in various ways for the Ye family and her daughter to enjoy.

Ye Zhaohua's face changed slightly when he saw this, and he looked at Mr. Ye: "Let me have a taste!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Zhaochen had already picked up the porcelain bowl, scooped up the soup, put it to his lips and sniffed it gently.

"Well..." He frowned, looking a little confused.

"Chen'er, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Ye looked at him and felt nervous.

Ye Zhaochen is a registered disciple of Hengyang Medicine Temple, and he is somewhat proficient in pharmacology. If he says he has a problem, he will be inseparable.

"This bowl of white fungus soup...has medicinal effects!" Ye Zhaochen relaxed, "This is a medicinal meal."

At this time, a slender woman staggered in, bowed her head and knelt down: "Madam, atone for your sins. I saw that the young lady always had nightmares, and I was worried, so I made this medicinal meal on my own initiative. I only hope that the young lady can feel at ease."

Rest."

Ye Zhaoyan was surprised. If she had said that the soup was poisonous earlier, Wen Niang would be the scapegoat now.

The worst-case scenario was anticipated in advance, which shows the depth of the people behind it.

"This slave is guilty!" Seeing no one respond, Wen Niang became even more frightened and began to kowtow, and crisp sounds continued to be heard with her movements.

Ye's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he said irritably: "Stop, if there is really nothing wrong with this medicinal diet, I will ask the doctor to examine it..."

Before she finished speaking, Wen Niang had already picked up the remaining soup and drank it, and said hurriedly: "Absolutely not! I will be fine if I drink ten more bowls, madam. Please rest assured!"

Ye Zhaoyan looked at the white jade bowl. It was as clean as new, with not a drop left.

"Mom, my cousin said this is medicinal food, it must be good for the body."

When Mrs. Ye saw her speaking, she suppressed the doubts in her heart and nodded reluctantly: "Mother Wen will be punished with a year's salary. She can no longer taint the young lady's food. From now on, she will return to the master to serve her."

Ye Fugui is not deep-minded and has always been generous to others. But this matter involves her daughter's safety, so she has to be cautious.

After all, Wen Niang is also Xue Huaidan's person.

Mrs. Ye treated him with respect as a guest, she was gentle and courteous outside, and she never overstepped even in trivial matters.

Even Xue Huaidan was proud of his wife's well-behaved and sensible nature. I'm afraid no one could understand the subtlety of this.

She turned around and saw her daughter's face was languid, feeling a little distressed: "Zhao'er, you must be starving." She picked up Xiyun's new porridge, handed it to Zhaoyan, and fed her with gentle movements.

Seeing that she had a good appetite, Mr. Ye showed a smile on his face: "In half a month, your father will take you to Tangyuan to escape the summer heat."

Ye Zhaoyan's smile froze on his face: "Is it midsummer already?"

She lived in misery for three years before her death. She was so tortured that she almost lost track of time.
Chapter completed!