"Ah--!" A hoarse and painful moan passed through the quiet and elegant attic, alarming several sparrows in the courtyard.

In the room, a woman covered in scars was being held tightly by three maids. Fresh scars were intertwined on her face, slowly bleeding.

Ye Zhaoyan's eyes were red, and under the pain of his heart, he couldn't help but twitch and struggle.

The middle-aged woman holding scissors cut the last slash on the corner of her eyes, with her ferocious eyebrows and cruel appearance, which was very different from the usual noble and dignified lady.

Yan Fengzi hated these eyes the same as the old bitch who pretended to be noble!

Xue Jianli on the recliner stood up and wiped her hands, "Why do you have to work hard on your own? You don't think your hands are dirty."

In Ye Zhaoyan's blurry sight, a pair of floral jasper-brown shoes walked to the front.

Xue Jianyi crushed Ye Zhaoyan with his feet and fell on his disabled knees, and his tone was extremely disgusting: "It's thanks to my father's concern for the past, and he could still save you a bad life. You don't have to resent. Ningyuan's mansion was killed, but only you and your mother can survive until now, which is a gift."

Xue Jianli and Ye Zhaoyan are both Xue Huaidan's daughters, but Xue Jianli was marked as an illegitimate daughter since birth. They have been kept outside the mansion for more than ten years and cannot be seen.

The legitimate daughter who had been jealous of countless days and nights was now being stepped under her feet, and Xue Jianli was comfortable all over her body.

Ye Zhaoyan was torn apart by the pain and had no time to pay attention to his eyes. He just looked inward through the curtain stubbornly.

A middle-aged man with a handsome face in the curtain was sitting leaning on his head in the inner room, watching for a while.

Ye Zhaoyan thought sarcastically that if the two had not had three-point similar appearances and such a heartless and indifferent look, it would be hard to imagine that this person was her father.

"Enough Fengzi! Give her some fun." A tired voice came from inside, as if he had seen the scene in front of him.

Yan Fengzi seemed unwilling to say: "Master, it was her who made us mother and daughter hide their names for ten years. I can't swallow this!"

Zhao Yan pulled the corner of his mouth and sneered at the woman with luxurious makeup in front of him.

How can an outdoor room that is shameless not to hide its identity?

It was her who occupied the magpie's nest and took away everything that did not belong to her.

Xue Huaidan closed his eyes slightly and said indifferently: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to torture her slowly! Let her go to the underworld to accompany the old thing!"

Ye Zhaoyan opened his eyes, with a little resentment in his eyes. They actually resented their deceased grandfather so much.

"This kind of person is not worthy of dying in Ningyuan Mansion." After Xue Huaidan said that, he picked up the medicine that was already cold on the table, turned her head and drank it himself.

A tingling sensation mixed with bitter potion passed through her throat, her mouth was filled with blood, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of bloody medicine.

Ye Zhaoyan was so painful that he was lying on the ground. When this medicine entered his mouth, his throat was ruined, and his internal organs slowly ulcerated and died.

Ye Zhaoyan wanted to open his mouth to speak, and spit out a hoarse and incomplete voice.

Xue Yinxian let go of her head as if she had loosened a piece of garbage, and ordered coldly: "Take her out of the wilderness and find a better burial place to bury me, don't smear my place!"

"Wait!" Xue Fengzi hurriedly stopped her. Her eyes turned slightly and she smiled and said, "I'm afraid that her body will rot in the wilderness and will stain your eyes."

Xue Huaidan swept over Ye Zhaoyan, who was in a mess, and his eyes were filled with cold and gloomy.

After a while, he finally said coldly: "Since you are so understanding, I will leave it to you."

Xue Huaidan opened the door, and the cold wind blew in, blowing on his cold and blue face.

He turned his back and stopped caring about everything that happened behind him.

"Let her loose!" Yan Fengzi glanced at Ye Zhaoyan in disgust, turned her head and ordered the servants behind her.

Ye Zhaoyan fell softly, his hair was scattered to cover his dirty face, and his body was trembling because of pain.

Yan Fengzi waved his hand, and a servant took out a sharp dagger from his sleeve and put it to Ye Zhaoyan's mouth, "Madam, what do you think you should do?"

Yan Fengzi smiled gloomyly, reached out to pat the servant's dagger, and said hatefully: "Take naked her clothes to humiliate her, let her taste all the pain!"

The two servants rushed forward and stripped Ye Zhaoyan, covered in blood, and threw them naked on the ground.

The coldness all over his body came with a deep humiliation. Ye Zhaoyan knelt on the ground with his eyes empty.

Ye Zhaoyan's limbs were roughly lifted up by his servants, and the sharp dagger was tortured little by little on her body.

She was in pain, and her forehead was full of veins, but she gritted her teeth and didn't hum.

This humiliation she had never suffered before.

She remembered that the servants in Tangyuan had bullied her like this, and she even thought about committing suicide.

"Not enough! I want her to suffer!" Yan Fengzi smiled extremely crazy, and a beautiful face that was fascinating to the whole country was distorted and deformed because of anger.

The servants inserted the dagger into the woman's body, cut off her meridians bit by bit, and cut off her bones.

Ye Zhaoyan felt that his body had become a piece of scrap iron, and his muscles and bones were broken, causing unbearable pain.

As the servants became more and more unrestrained, her eyes became extremely desperate, full of hatred and pain, like a blooming flower on the other side. In this sea of ​​flowers, she could turn into dust by just blowing it gently.

Ye Zhaoyan closed his eyes and gradually fell into darkness.

"Zhao'er..." A teardrop slid down her eyelashes, fell into her temples, and disappeared.

Ye Zhaoyan suddenly opened his eyes, and the front of him was pitch black. Wasn't she dead? Why was she here? Is it a dream?

A cold air came, and she couldn't help but hug herself tightly. Only then did she realize that the originally worn clothes had turned into silk and satin.

After a closer look, she actually had a gorgeous red dress embroidered with golden bird patterns, a belt with red sandalwood inlaid with pearls on her waist, and a purple jade pendant hung around her neck. She was noble and elegant, and had a detached temperament.

"I'm not dead?" Ye Zhaoyan murmured to himself in disbelief.

"But when I get sick, why do I speak dizzy when I open my mouth?" A kind sigh came from my ear.

The voice was so familiar. Ye Zhaoyan turned his head and saw a woman holding a cloak in her hand, with a slight smile on her face.

The woman in front of her was covered with black hair and cloudy hair, her face was like lotus, her beautiful eyes were like the moon, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her figure was slim. It was Ye Zhaoyan's mother, Ye Fugu.

Behind Ye, two teenagers, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

One of them is tall and handsome, and is Ye Zhaoyan's cousin Ye Zhaochen. The other is thin and pretty, but she is her cousin Ye Zhaohua.

"Mother, aren't you dead?" Ye Zhaoyan looked at his mother and tears fell involuntarily, "I thought I would never see you again in this life."

"Silly child, why are you talking crazy? My mother is almost frightened by you."

Ye Fugui patted her back gently, and the soft voice seemed to heal her illness, "I am by your side every day, why can't you see me?"

"Yes, I'm just having a nightmare." Ye Zhaoyan nodded even more, and temporarily buried the nightmare past life in his heart.
Chapter completed!