There were her grandmother Jiang, her father An Hongbo, her mother Wang Guifen, and her two legitimate sisters An Linghua and An Lingru. None of the other concubines had seen each other.

On the way here, some servants in the mansion said they had sent to the Buddhist temple to pray for blessings for the dying childbirth.

Although she had already done many psychological constructions for herself outside the hall, when she saw the relatives standing in front of her again, An Jiu's hand holding the baby's little body still tightened involuntarily.

She stepped forward a few steps, and looked at the old lady sitting in the main seat, An Hongbo, and Wang, who was sitting beside An Hongbo, and knelt down on her knees and said one by one, "The granddaughter has met her grandmother, her father, mother, and all brothers and sisters. Fortunately, Jiuer has fulfilled her fate, and not only successfully saved Aunt Bai's life, but also saved her sixth sister."

"What did you say?"

"You're saying it once, who are you?"

Suddenly, several doubts came from all directions, and the sound of porcelain cup falling to the ground...

The first reaction was An Hongbo. He looked at An Jiu with his eyes, his body leaned forward slightly, and his face was gloomy and terrifying, "Who did you think you are?"

When he said this, he looked at An Jiu's face and saw a moment of trance. The face of the person in front of him was a bit like himself except for being tender and thin.

No, it is more like her only sister who has long passed away - An Shuyuan.

The younger sister who was spoiled and loved by her mother and father as if she was in love with her, and finally survived until she was eighteen years old, and had just signed a marriage contract with the Prince of Pingnan and died of illness.

"What did you call me just now? Say it again!" An Hongbo said this with gritted teeth. When he said this, an incredible look appeared in his eyes, as well as naked disgust and ruthlessness.

An Jiu ignored the disgust in An Hongbo's eyes, kowtowed to An Hongbo again, and then looked at Mrs. An Laohou with tears in his eyes, "Father, grandmother, An Jiu misses you so much. Every day and night in Yucheng, he never thought about going back to Kyoto to see his grandmother, to see his father, mother, and younger brothers and sisters. Jiuer always thought that he could only think about you in Yucheng, and that he could not please you in Kyoto, and he blamed himself."

"Shuyuan..." The old lady was a little dazed when she saw An Jiu's face at first sight. She stood up tremblingly.

He leaned on a crutch in one hand and held the wrist of the old maid beside him with the other, and called the name of his beloved daughter who had long been gone. In the surprised eyes of the crowd in the hall, he walked towards An Jiu step by step.

The old lady stopped three steps in front of An Jiu, bent down, and saw that she was about to reach out and stroke the face she had thought about day and night. She was suddenly blocked by a luxuriously dressed beautiful woman in front of her, and her hand was also picked up.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Shuyuan..., it's my Shuyuan who is back..." The old lady trembled, her mouth couldn't help but tremble. However, when she saw An Jiu's face, her old eyes were filled with an old mother's longing for her deceased daughter.

An Jiu raised his head, and there was confusion and doubt on his face. He seemed to know nothing about Mrs. An's behavior of calling him Shuyuan, and even confused. He said to the old lady, "Grandmother, I am An Jiu, Jiuer, your eldest granddaughter, don't you know me anymore?"|

Yes, she pretended.

She knew in her previous life that the old lady treated her very differently, just because her face looked like her mother at all, but she looked very much like her long-deceased aunt An Shuyuan.

Today she wanted to use her face to find a backer in the Anjun Marquis's Mansion. As for staying, she was not worried at all, after all...

"What the eldest granddaughter? Where did you come out of the wild girl? Since you have come to my Anjun Marquis' Mansion to recognize your relatives! Come on, call me out, no, you will be beaten to death and thrown into the burial gate!"

When An Jiu asked, Mrs. An Laohou had no time to react and thought it through, a hysterical female voice sounded in the hall.

An Jiu didn't have to look at it, and he could tell that he was her third sister, An Lingru, the second daughter of Anjun Hou Mansion. She was loyal supporter of her second sister An Linghua.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"Shut up, it's not your turn to talk here."

At the same time, three shouts of scolding sounded at the same time in the hall.

One is her mother, Wang, who looks like a good wife and mother no matter where she is, the other is her good father An Hongbo, who has always been so gloomy after guessing her identity, and the other is her good father An Hongbo, who shouted and slashed at her throat.

What Wang thought was that An Lingru was after all, she was raised by her daughter, so how could she say such vicious words in front of her elders?

An Hongbo is different. What he thought was that the person in front of him was the eldest daughter who was thrown to the old family of An in Yucheng thirteen years ago and was killed by the ghost!

The Tiansha Lone Star, who was predicted by the divine calculations, is likely to bring bad luck to everyone in the future.

Old Lady An is different from them. Her eyes were muddy, her face was covered with tears, and her hands were trembling, and she could not wait to hug An Jiu in her arms. "Shuyuan, my Shuyuan, she finally came back and finally came to see her mother... Woo... You little bitch, why are you so vicious? You actually said that you want to kill me Shuyuan... Humph, I think you are going to kill, you are the one who drives out of the mansion!"

"Grandmother..., I am your biological granddaughter..."

"Lingru!"

An Lingru still wanted to argue, but she was scolded by Wang again and shut up.

An Jiu's eyes saw a faint sarcasm. Sure enough, no one in this room had ever cared about her. She was incompatible with these so-called close relatives of blood, like a ghost who should not have existed in this world and should not have come to the Anjun Marquis' Mansion to coexist with them.

He raised his face again, An Jiu was already in tears and cried to Mrs. An, "Grandma, I...I am not a liar, but your granddaughter An Jiu. I just miss you so much that I secretly ran out of my hometown in Yucheng. I took a carriage for several months before I arrived in Kyoto, just to see you..."

"Please forgive Jiuer and don't beat Jiuer to death. Jiuer can go back to the old house in Yucheng immediately after seeing you, and pray to Buddha day and night in the Buddhist temple, and never come out again. I just hope that you will be healthy and live a long life without illness or disaster."

An Jiu's thin body knelt on the ground and trembled slightly. Anyone who saw it would feel extremely distressed. He taught the old lady that her heart was so painful that she wanted to rub it into her body immediately.
Chapter completed!