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When Qing Yan heard her words, he couldn't stop laughing. After which, he acted as though he had gone insane as he muttered, "I'm going to take a look. Blood, it's all blood. The lower half of my body is all blood." In panic, she caught a glimpse of Shi Anran's lower abdomen, which was already covered with blood. Suddenly, she laughed and rushed over to the table, holding up the embroidery basket's scissors, they were cold and sharp.

She lifted up the quilt and looked at the bloody birth canal, smiling sinisterly, "Since you can't be born, I'll help you!"

Ah!

Shi Anran was so frightened that goosebumps appeared all over her body. Her lower body that had been cut open started to spread out from the bottom of her heart, and when she saw the arrangement of the spirit hall in front of her, before she could even react, she felt that her legs were numb, and that her body was aching as if it had been crushed. With a instability, she fell to the ground, and the cold ground caused her to regain some consciousness.

She still remembered that her fingernails had been broken and her flesh had been cut into pieces by Qingyan. Now, they were completely fine, fair and tender.

"Elder sister, what's wrong? Are you too tired to kneel?" Hearing a familiar voice, she turned her head in confusion and saw a face like that.

Her black hair was rolled into a pair of cones, tied up by the tassels of the Jade Orchid Silk Flower. Her oval face was fair and delicate, and her innocent big eyes seemed like they were seeing flowers through the fog. A small mole at the corner of her eyes added a hint of charm.

However, when Shi Anran looked at this face, a cold feeling rose from the bottom of her heart, because this was precisely Shi Anyi's face. Seeing the concerned look on her good sister Shu's face, those sealed memories were all dug out. The bone-deep hatred made her body start to tremble.

"An Yi, your sister is tired." Third Wife was kneeling at the side with a kind face. Although she was not even thirty years old, she still had the appearance of a beauty, but she did not seem like she was in the way of being virtuous and virtuous. Because of filial piety, her hair was tied with small white flowers, making her seem even more otherworldly. Besides the slight redness at the corner of his eyes, he was neither tired nor sad, but he still said worriedly, "My lady, go rest. You have not eaten for a whole day and have been kneeling the entire time, how can you rest if you are injured? If you're thinking about your mother, you might as well meditate in your room and pray for your wife. "

The amiable face and voice gradually merged together, sketching out the peaceful color of the Precious Appearance Mantle, causing this woman to become more and more amiable. However, Shi Anran was unable to understand the current situation, and could not help but sneer in her heart.

Back then, he had listened to those words as well. When he went back to his room, he would be found out by those people in the future, often saying that he was not filial, that he was not a good person, that he had later contradicted his father, and that he was willing to be a concubine.

Shi Anyi agreed. "That's right, big sister, you …"

"Pah!"

This slap caused everyone to be stunned. Some of the servants even wanted to rub their eyes. Did they see wrong? They actually saw their young miss hit someone.

Shi Anyi hadn't expected his usually weak older sister to suddenly hit him. His heart felt like it was about to tear to prevent him from getting angry. She got up and was about to hit her back, but was held down by his third wife.

The third wife only had this one daughter, how could she not be angry?

She widened her eyes and looked at the red palm mark on her daughter's face. She then shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Seeing the two of them like this, Shi Anran regretted her foolishness and hated herself for treating the jackal as her mother. Her face naturally revealed a hint of misery, and she said: "Sister, you have such a good intention, can you call others to listen to you? You will think that your sister is disrespectful to your mother! "

In this era, the crime of disrespecting one's mother was too great. To disrespect one's mother was to be unfilial, and to not be filial was to not marry.

Shi Anyi was startled, her face flushed red as she tried her best to defend herself: "I didn't, I …"

"What little sister said just now was wrong." Shi Anran leisurely interrupted: "I am my mother's daughter, how can I leave just because I am tired? Moreover, the elders such as the third wife, the young like the concubine sister, are still here. Those who know me understand my weak body, and those who do not know will probably say that I am not filial and will cause waves and chew the root of my tongue. As for his sister? "I was born from a concubine. If I leave with my sister because of this, others will be able to understand me. However, I will say that my sister has bewitched her and disrespected her mother."

Shi Anyi originally did not want to accompany her to leave, but she had twisted him, and had even crowned him with the title of being inferior to her, the pain was indescribable. She couldn't help but look at the third wife and see the doubt in her eyes. She was obviously a very easy person to deal with, so why would she suddenly have her own thoughts?

Shi Anyi was unwilling, and had always looked down on this big sister, but she had to accept her for now. On the surface, she tugged at her sleeve, looking as weak as a pear blossom under the rain. "Elder sister hasn't eaten for the entire day, and sadness is in everyone's eyes. No matter what anyone says, I will be the first one to not forgive you."

Shi Anran took the chance to kowtow and pull her sleeves out from her hands without batting an eyelid, then turned to the third husband and said, "Sister and concubine are both kind, it's hard to avoid being influenced by your emotions. In the midst of my sadness, you could have said things that you don't know, just like when an aunt scolded me just now.

She deliberately dragged out her voice, as if she was thinking for her opponent.