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In Xiu Ying's ears, there was a series of noises.

There were wails and curses that made her head hurt.

She tried to speak, but someone was pulling at her, and then her knees ached and a piercing chill ran from her legs to her whole body.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the limestone tiles. She was currently kneeling on the ground in a sorry state.

She blinked, puzzled. Didn't she die after losing her child?

Where is this?

Xiu Ying slowly raised her head and realized that she was in a courtyard. There was a mess of servants moving about outside the house, and the sound of girls crying could be heard from inside the house.

This situation was somewhat familiar, as if she had experienced it before.

She looked around again. In the yard were weeping willows with sprouts, and in the main house there was a signboard with the word 'Kang Ning' hanging from the door. Xiu Ying's heart skipped a beat. She could not help but blame the fact that she was familiar with this place — this was the Shen family of the Yongping Mansion.

There was someone crying and talking about fear in the room, it was her little sister Shen Ying's voice. Although it was young, she could recognize it!

A trace of hatred flashed through Xiu Ying's blank eyes. She lowered her head and saw her own small hands, white and plump, with a small and pleasing nest on them. Familiar memories poured out like a tide.

She recalled that the time of the event should have been when she was eight years old.

She had been secretly pushed down from the rockery by her concubine sister. Third Uncle had followed her down to save her. Because of this, Third Uncle had been unconscious for a full day and night. She had been tossed around by her concubine sister, saying that her third uncle fell down because she was a playful person. Although her grandmother doted on him, she loved her third uncle even more. First, she was forced to kneel in the courtyard, and then she was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.

This kneeling lasted for a day and a night. It was only when Third Uncle woke up and told her that she had missed her own chance to save him, that she was finally able to free herself. The night he returned, he got a high fever and fell ill for the whole of March.

Xiu Ying looked at the noisy scene in front of her as if it had been a lifetime.

Was she dead? Was she looking at the past when she was on the verge of death, or … Xiu Ying felt the warmth of her palm. She raised her hand and pinched her thigh …

It hurt, so much so that her eyes immediately turned red.

She was still in the midst of her shock when a woman with a round bun and a lotus hairpin came out from the house and condescendingly said, "My lady, the old lady has ordered you to kneel in the ancestral hall. Please follow the servants."

Xiu Ying looked up and recognized her as the proper mother by her grandmother's side — Mama Qi.

She was still a little dazed, with her little face lifted, her eyes slightly red, her eyes black and large, innocent and pitiful as a frightened animal's.

Mama Qi felt her heart soften as she watched, sighing inwardly. Even if her heart had softened, the old lady would not have been soft-hearted. Her voice rose to a crescendo, "Young lady, please come with me."

Xiu Ying snapped out of her daze, a cold look slowly appearing in her eyes.

This clearly wasn't her fault. How could she go to the ancestral hall and kneel again?

In her previous life, she had suffered an innocent injury because of this. After a serious illness, her body was no longer the same as before, and she would cough for a few days whenever she felt cold. Perhaps this was the time when her body had suffered defeat in her previous life.

Her face showed some resistance, and when Mama Qi's face darkened, she could only go ahead and have someone pull her.

Xiu Ying struggled. While struggling, she saw a slim figure stumbling towards the door.

It was a girl with a woman's bun. The sunlight shone on her snow-white face, and between her eyebrows was a familiar beauty and gentleness. The eyes that always carried a tender affection for her were now glimmering with tears. An old woman stopped her at the door.

Mother.

A familiar face appeared in front of her. Xiu Ying's heart began to ache violently. She would never forget the moment when her mother had died.

That's right, at the age of eight, her mother had not passed away. Without Aunt Cui's influence, she was still the carefree heir to the Shen family's household. What's more, there was no one else besides Li Qingzhao, whom she had married with a savage heart.

Thinking of how her skirt had been dyed red by blood before she died, and how her flesh and blood that she had waited several years for had been peeled off from her body, that despair, that pain that had been carved into her bones, Xiu Ying's eyes were filled with hatred. She was so angry that she broke free from her wife's tugging and rushed up the stairs to her mother's arms.

Madam Feng held a small ball of her daughter, her tears falling down as she softly called her daughter's nickname, 'Fu Fu'. However, a sharp voice came from behind her, "You are all dead people, why aren't you bringing me down?! "My eldest son's wife is not ruthless like me, she is also the one I adore the most. But now, she has stirred up a great disaster. If I don't teach her a good lesson and restrain her temper, it will only be useless to her in the future!"

Madam Feng looked at the Qi mother who had come forward again. Although she understood her mother-in-law's painstaking efforts, this child of hers, no matter how big of a mistake she made, was still her child. How could she bear to let her go to the shrine, where she would be afraid?

Madame Feng turned her head pleadingly to look at her mother-in-law, but in the middle of the hall, the richly dressed old woman looked away. The little girl kneeling at her feet raised her head, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the entrance.

Xiu Ying's hand was once again grabbed by someone, trying to break apart the hand holding her mother. She then grabbed onto Madam Feng's horseback skirt, causing folds to appear on it.

She did her best not to let go.

She could not go to the ancestral hall. She did not want the events from her previous life to continue!

In her previous life, she had relied on Aunt Cui's power and her inability to be born to marry into her husband's wife. Afterwards, she had used every means at her disposal to break off this legal wife of hers. In the end, he had been completely exhausted by her!

In fact, Shen Lian had been plotting against her since she was young.

This was the first time that she killed her when she was eight years old, and Shen Lian was half a year younger than her!

For a child to think of a way to kill a person, such a vicious heart was truly terrifying.

Xiu Ying's heart was filled with hatred and coldness. She couldn't sit still and wait for death to come. Perhaps the death of her mother was related to these two mother and daughter.

As she fought against the old granny, Xiu Ying quickly calmed down. She saw Shen Lian, dressed in pink clothes, staring at her, her eyes filled with pride.

She was proud, how could she be proud!

Xiu Ying's small body once again exploded with power, pushing her over the edge. Even Madam Feng was stunned.

She rushed into the hall, threw herself at Shen Lian without saying a word, flipped her over and sat on top of her, then fiercely slapped her across the face.

A crisp slap caused everyone present to be stunned.

Xiu Ying couldn't calm down, she used her nails to scratch her face, and Shen Lian started to scream. Old Madam Shen was the first to recover and quickly ordered her people to separate. However, Shen Lian's face was already covered in a few bloody lines, and the burning pain made her want to cry.

Xiu Ying pulled away, still glaring at her, but her tone was very calm as she said to Old Lady Shen, "Grandmother, I wasn't so mischievous that Third Uncle fell off the fake mountain. It was Shen Lian who pushed me, causing me to fall down! Third Uncle fell down with me because he wanted to save me! "

A half-grown child, the monstrous hatred in her eyes was shocking. Moreover, she was very methodical in speaking words of explanation. She didn't look crazy at all when she threw herself into his arms. Everyone looked at this kid with a round face and an exquisite face like a jade doll and a strange feeling rose in their hearts.

Shen Lian also realized that her face was covered, when her little girl used a handkerchief to wipe her face, she saw that there was blood on it.

Her face had gone blurry from the scratching. She was going to be disfigured!

Ever since she was young, the most important thing for a girl was to have her ears, beard, and eyes dyed. At this moment, she was so panicked that she even forgot to cry.

Old Madam Shen was deep in thought about what Xiu Ying had just said. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, the two of them had become one again.

Xiu Ying hadn't had enough of fighting just now. Now that someone had delivered her to their doorstep, and the woman was afraid of hurting them and letting them go, she naturally went to meet them head on. Xiu Lian wanted to grab her bun, but she nimbly dodged to the left and right, clawing towards her face. Once again, a blood-curdling screech rang out in the hall. Shen Lian had gone crazy, she was going to grab on to Xiu Ying's face. Seeing that, Old Lady Shen was frightened, she slammed the table and shouted for the two of them to separate.

With the Master getting in again, the fight didn't last long before it stopped again. Shen Lian who was grabbed lost her reason and cursed in a hoarse voice: "Shen Ying, why didn't you fall down from the fake mountain and die! Why don't you just die! You actually dared to scratch my face! "