The paddock is located on a gentle land on the edge of the grassland, surrounded by knee-high vines. The autumn wind blows, and the vines are rippling like ocean waves.

The setting sun and sunset glow are bright red, falling like broken gold dyed red. When people bathe in it, it feels like they are dyed with blood, adding a touch of desolation.

The sound of horses neighing and hounds barking could be heard in the distance. Among the married women standing at the entrance of the tent, waiting for the hunting results, one person stood out.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, her skin is as white as snow, and her temperament is outstanding. She looks at the warriors returning from the hunt with a pair of starry eyes.

Surrounding her were women dressed in elaborate makeup.

The destined wife is like a green leaf to her, like stars surrounding the bright moon.

Suddenly a horse flew up.

A sharp arrow pierced the air, and the tip of the arrow flashed with a cold blue light as it flew towards the fateful woman.

Then, one by one, the warriors who returned from the hunt jumped into the eyes of the beauties.

The beautiful woman surrounded by her destined wives only had time to distinguish the woman sitting on the horse holding a powerful bow. She opened her mouth to speak... with a pop, the flying arrow hit her throat.

The married women who had been surrounding her fled in all directions.

Among the crowd returning from hunting, two men in their thirties rushed over.

One is as elegant as jade, the other is domineering and handsome.

They ran to the beautiful woman who fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow.

They reluctantly supported the beauty who had been hit by an arrow and called her by her nickname.

Why? Seventh Sister...the beauty who was hit by the arrow muttered to herself unwillingly.

Avenge your mother.

The woman who shoots the bow and arrow is sitting on the horse. She is about thirty years old, and her relatively delicate facial features have the traces of time.

She looks a little older than the beauty who was hit by the arrow.

She is a younger sister, and she is a biological sister to the beauty in the arrow!

Wearing a simple and elegant long dress, she let her hair down and wore a white velvet flower on her temples, dressed in a filial manner.

Seeing that the beauty was so angry, she turned her horse's head and ran towards the cliff.

The cavalry ordered to pursue her fired arrows behind her.

The man who was holding the beauty's corpse roared angrily...

The clothes under his armor were a dazzling bright yellow. People around him called him the prince, and the dead beauty was called Mrs. Yong'an Hou.

The elegant and jade-like Yong'an Marquis looked at the dying wife in the prince's arms, and was in a daze...

The murderer who was galloping on horseback was hit by two arrows in the chest, and her plain dress was dyed red with blood.

Unable to support her body on the horse any longer, she rolled off the horse and landed in the vines.

Streams of blood seeped out from the corners of her mouth. Not far away was a maple forest, with red maple leaves falling on her body.

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

It has always been the life her mother hoped she could have.

When she was born, no one loved her except her mother.

When she died, she could die in a peaceful place.

God didn't treat her poorly.

She slowly closed her eyes and waited for death, but a few warm tears fell on her face.

A man in his fifties with gray hair hugged her. The man's hand blocked the wound on her chest, and the bright red blood stained the man's hand.

Survive, survive.

She looked at the old man with gray hair but still as handsome as an immortal, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Take my head and account books to ensure your wealth for the rest of your life... This is the only thing I can give you back."

"Yao'er."

"If there is a next life, we...don't...don't meet again."

"Yao'er."

…

"ah"

"Madam, Miss Seven is awake."

The hanging curtains were lifted up, and a chubby girl of twelve or thirteen years old turned over and sat up on the bed.

She pressed her temples, the dream just now still lingering in her mind. Who is she?

Yaoer? Who is calling her? Wang Zhiyao? Is she Wang Zhiyao?

"Yao Yao."

She fell into a warm embrace, and there was a gentle hand on her forehead.

She raised her eyelids. The concerned woman was in her mid-thirties, with long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a high nose, exuding a heroic spirit.

It's just that the lady's makeup is very light and elegant, which is not in harmony with the woman's temperament, so the woman looks a little bit imitated.

"Mother." She was stunned. How could she call her mother?

"Yao Yao finally woke up."

"Mom, I'm fine."

Wang Zhiyao answered smoothly and leaned in the lady's arms with peace of mind.

Surrounded by water of huanghuali furniture, the collection of antiques in Duobao Pavilion is of great value, and the wealth in this room is overwhelming.

Wang Zhiyao, Wang Zhiyao, she should not just be Wang Zhiyao!

I remember someone was crying in her ear, making her unable to sleep.

Then she asked impatiently, why are you crying?

In the dream, the woman wearing mourning clothes, killing her enemies and dying calmly told her pitifully that I didn’t want to go back to be his daughter!

Who is he? Scary?

You will know after you try it! I only have one request to help me take care of my mother. My mother is the best and most loving person...but I always let her down.

Then the woman's cry disappeared in her ears along with the last words.

She had the dream she had just now, and when she woke up, she became the seventh young lady of the Hou family during the Qianyuan period.

Although Wang Zhiyao understood the current situation, her mind was still confused. What happened to her?

Traveled through time? Reborn?

"Yao'er." The woman holding her in her arms had worry in her brows, "Mother will help you seek justice."

Before Wang Zhiyao spoke, rustling footsteps came from outside the house, "Fourth Madam, the old lady is here."

Wang Zhiyao looked at the woman subconsciously... Her mother's surname was Jiang, she was the only daughter of Uncle Xi Ning, and the wife of Ming Yuan, the fourth master of the Marquis Guanwen Mansion.

As for the old lady, whose surname is Wen... Wang Zhiyao felt a little headache thinking about it.

"Don't be afraid, Yao'er, leave everything to mother."

Wang Zhiyao's confused eyes made Mrs. Jiang's heart soften. She gently touched her daughter's round and chubby face and said, "Even if your fifth sister moves in with your grandmother, my mother is still her legitimate mother. You can deal with her however you want."

How to clean it up!"

Jiang stood up and left with great momentum.

Wang Zhiyao is sitting on the bed. Fifth sister? Is she the beautiful woman who was shot to death by her in the dream?

Aunt? Could it be that the beautiful woman in the dream was a concubine? She was Wang Zhiyao's sister?

Wang Zhiyao plunged into the soft pillow, what a mess!

Why did the woman crying in the dream say she was avenging her mother when she killed her enemy... and then shot her fifth sister, Mrs. Yong'anhou?

Why would the seemingly powerful and dashing Jiang family be embarrassed to death by a concubine?

Why doesn’t the weeping woman want to come back and be her father’s daughter again?

Is her father terrible?

Because there were seven glass and rosewood screens blocking it, Wang Zhiyao couldn't hear clearly what was going on outside.

Desperate to find the answer, Wang Zhiyao got up from the bed, hid behind the screen, and looked out through the frosted and carved glass window...

Sitting at the main seat in the living room was an old lady with gray hair wearing a rosin-colored dress with exquisite swastikas embroidered on the hem.

The old lady's face was majestic and serious, with deep wrinkles at the corners of her mouth.

She looked at Mr. Jiang with a bit of helplessness, and a hint of aloof looking down deep in her eyes.

Mr. Jiang and two other well-dressed and elegant women stood on both sides of the old lady.

Mr. Jiang is tall and tall, towering over the elegant and graceful ladies.

Wang Zhiyao's eyes stopped on the girl with a beautiful face and a well-proportioned figure.

She... is the noble lady who was shot to death by her sister in the dream - Wang Zhixuan.

Wang Zhixuan's name suddenly made Wang Zhiyao's mind clear.

Although Wang Zhixuan's eyebrows have not yet fully grown, it has already been revealed that she has the qualifications to be a stunning beauty.

She wore a purple sash dress and stood gracefully in front of everyone.

Her elegant, earthy temperament, and eyes as bright as stars make everyone who sees her involuntarily praise her, what a stunning beauty!

Wang Zhiyao knew that she would become a stunning beauty in the future and would be admired by the best and most noble men in the world!

Wang Zhiyao lowered her head and glanced at her fingers, which were as thick as carrots. The dressing mirror placed beside her clearly showed her chubby face and round body. A six or seven-year-old girl who is fatter would be praised as cute.

She is already thirteen years old this year. If she doesn’t want to become a ‘famous pig in the capital’ and completely become Wang Zhixuan’s foil...the first thing Wang Zhiyao must do is lose weight!

Although Wang Zhiyao in the dream looked more weathered than Wang Zhixuan, Wang Zhiyao's features were still pretty.

I dare not compare myself with the stunning beauty Wang Zhixuan. Judging from her facial features alone, Wang Zhiyao is also an outstanding beauty!

Wang Zhiyao's thick fingers opened a gap in the closed screen... and the sounds of conversations outside floated in.

Jiang said sternly: "Mother, although Yao'er woke up, Yao'er's awakening was not caused by Wang Zhixuan reciting sutras and repenting. At that time, Yao'er was with her by the cold pool of Jinghu Lake. She was not the one who pushed Yao'er down.

, who else could it be?”

Wang Zhixuan's face was fair, and her complexion glowed with a healthy glow like white porcelain. Her bright eyes flashed with a hint of unyielding. Faced with the innocent accusation from her aunt, Jiang, she straightened her body and did not bother to explain!

Old lady Wen Shi looked helpless: "When Qi Yatou was unconscious, you forced Xuan'er to recite sutras, and I obeyed you. Now that Qi Yatou is awake, Xuan'er also recited sutras in the Buddhist hall for seven days. What else do you want? Even if Xuan'er has

Wrong, as her aunt, you can't be more tolerant? Be more kind?"

"Fourth daughter-in-law, you must have the bearing of a legitimate mother and a fair way of dealing with things. These are also the qualifications that a daughter-in-law of the royal family, who has been the emperor's teacher for generations, inherited from noble families, and a noble family, should have most."

The last words of the old lady Wenshi were very serious: "Qi Yatou is your daughter, and so is Xuan'er!"

Jiang said coldly: "Mother talked about fairness. My daughter-in-law thought that since Yao'er fell into the cold pool of Jinghu Lake, should she be the same as Yao'er? It's fair, I have the bearing of my aunt - Wang Zhixuan jumped outside

in the lake, I will forgive you!"

"The fourth wife!"

"Fourth siblings!"

The other two women, who had been silent all this time, were shocked. Their delicate faces showed disbelief, thinking to themselves that the "shrew" woman who came out was indeed different from the women from their scholarly family backgrounds.

What a fool! The Wang family, which has a legacy of poetry and etiquette and a gentry tradition, has never had such a ‘fair’ aunt!

Wang Zhixuan bent her knees, and her voice was as sweet as an oriole. She passed by Mr. Jiang and smiled generously at Mrs. Wen, the old lady who cherished her. "Grandma, everything goes well with the family. My granddaughter dare not let her mother feel resentment, so just

It's 'fair' as my mother said."

She turned around, her layered skirts turned into a beautiful arc, and with a light step, she walked out of the door...

She didn't look like she had fallen into the water and suffered.

Wang Zhiyao, who was peeking on the sidelines, felt that Wang Zhixuan was like a concubine's 'hero' who fell into the water calmly for the sake of the family, for harmony, and for respecting the 'unscrupulous' aunt, and who understood the righteousness deeply.

The warm sun coated Wang Zhixuan's body with a halo, and she became more and more cold and arrogant, coming out of the dust, which made people admire her!

Wang Zhiyao could see that at least the distress in Mrs. Wen's eyes and her admiration for Wang Zhixuan were sincere.

Mrs. Jiang frowned and said to the outside: "Mother Tian, ​​wait for Wang Zhixuan to enter the water! Where can I find the time to play with her?"

"Yes, Fourth Madam!"

Wang Zhixuan was standing by the lake in the yard before she could calmly fall into the water. She had not yet finished reciting the touching poem, "If the family is in harmony, why would I regret this life..."

A powerful fat woman rushed over from the diagonal stab, raised her arm and pushed Wang Zhixuan violently into the lake...

Wang Zhiyao quickly walked to the window, from where she could see the situation in the yard.

Wang Zhixuan struggled in the lake in embarrassment, no longer as calm, calm and calm as before...

"Don't show off, or you will be struck by lightning if you show off!"

The corners of Wang Zhiyao's lips curled up, "My mother, Mrs. Jiang, is very capable!"
Chapter completed!