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Qing Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. He walked up two steps and knelt down to pull at Shi Anran's skirt: "Miss, did she read wrongly?"

Shi Anran gently pushed her hand away. She didn't use too much strength, but her hand fell to the ground.

Liu Yue walked up, took out the drop of blue jade pearl hairpin, and said with pity: "Miss has always been kind and benevolent in your place, but you actually stole my things. Don't quibble about it, by the time we searched, you have already found it."

She sat blankly on the ground and stared at the hairpin, not knowing how it had developed to this point. She hugged her knees, curled up into a ball, and still stubbornly asked: "Miss, which part of me was wrong? Miss, what did I do wrong? "

Shi Anran still remembered every single time they spent together and could not forget the pain when they died. She had treated the poor man honestly in exchange for betrayal, so, don't worry about it.

"Stupid!"

After Third Madam found out, she gave a cold laugh, "What does she think she is? She is the daughter of someone who has yet to leave the pavilion. Do you want her to become so cruel and ruthless?"

"Mother, what should I do?" After Shi Anyi heard about the woman's appearance, she was a little afraid. After all, she had just finished giving her instructions, and something had happened to her back legs.

A profound look flashed in the Third Madam's eyes. "You don't need to do anything. Just let her do it. The more difficult it is for her to be on the stage, the better it will be for you."

Of course, no one knew about the conversation in Jian Jia's yard, but the Agarwood had changed a lot.

Qing Yan's sale sounded alarm in everyone's ears. The Eldest Young Miss did not care about her age nor how long she had served him. As long as there was anything that violated the rules, she would not care about his face at all.

Ever since then, all of them held their tails tightly and acted like human beings. They would always chat carefully in fear of violating the taboo, and it was precisely in this sort of situation that someone came to plead for Qingyan.

Seeing this person again, Shi Anran's heart became indescribably complicated.

Shi Anran became interested and began to stroll in the garden. Teng Qing dragged Luo Pingzi's dress along the bluestone path, looking like a jade from afar. A light breeze blew past. The fragrance of the flowers was dense. The maidservant's swallow tail, which was tied up in a bun, was flapped. Her four wings also shook as she stepped forward, as if she was about to fly into the sky.

Shi Anran stopped and looked at all of them, they were dark and faint purple, melting and refining the yellow, adding the pine trees on both sides of the road, the vigorous and upright, just perfect for the phrase, wait until September 8th, I will kill with a hundred flowers.

Even so, one could still see the scenery of the garden.

By the side of the tall and straight pine tree stood a man, dressed in imperial clothing, with a resolute expression on his face. Under the sun and wind, what he left behind was an aura that had experienced through many hardships.

In his previous life, Wang Yuan had a good relationship with her, because when his mother had yet to die, the third wife did not dare to provoke him, she was very polite, most beloved, and would often go to his father's study and be taught to write the words, and every time she was brought by his mother, she would just happen to see him standing guard at the door. He looked young, and the sweat beads were all exposed by the blazing sun, but he did not dare look sideways.

Shi Anran indifferently said no, but her heart was overturned. From Qing Yan, she found out that the person she trusted was completely deceiving him, and only Wang Yuan, who did not care at all, was defending him even when she died. The thought of him dying horribly because of her made him feel even more guilty, but that did not mean that he could change her decision.

When Qing Yan was selling out, the woman came back to report that there was a guard in the mansion who wanted to buy Qing Yan, but she did not agree to the request to sell as far away as possible, so she knew who he would be, and now that Wang Yuan had followed, it was not hard to guess his intentions.

"Eldest Miss, your subordinate has a presumptuous request." As a martial artist, he was already used to it.

Liu Yue, who was standing next to her young miss, rolled her eyes when she heard her. Her speech was full of praise, and this boorish person had skipped over the two most important lines, and directly said that they fit each other.

Shi Anran lowered her eyes, and stroked the nearby blue chrysanthemum. Liu Yue knew her attitude, and since she was familiar with Wang Yuan, he immediately said impolitely, "Since it's a presumptuous request, why do you need to say it out loud?"

Wang Yuan's mouth was gagged, but he was unable to say a word. After a long while, he said: "Qing Yan was entrusted to me by his brother when he passed, I cannot do anything, furthermore she has been with the young miss since she was young, I do not believe that she would steal from me, please do understand, young miss, do not take offense now."

Liu Yue laughed: "From your words, are you lecturing the young miss?"

Wang Yuan lowered his head, "This subordinate dares not." He just stood there, waiting for an answer.

Looking at him, Shi Anran patted Liu Yue's hands, then pointed at the blue chrysanthemum and said, "Guard Wang, do you know what kind of flower this is?"

Wang Yuan was a crude person, how could he know about this? He cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me, Young Miss."

Shi Anran explained herself, "This is called the blue chrysanthemum, or the fickle flower. When it was first opened, it was green, and after a pale green transformation, it turned pink. That's why the word "changeable" is so suitable for this kind of flower. "