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Xiuying could hear the ruckus in her ears.

There were wails and curses that made her head hurt.

She tried to speak, but someone was pulling at her, and then her knees ached and a piercing chill ran from her legs to her whole body.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the limestone tiles. She was currently kneeling on the ground in a sorry state.

She blinked, puzzled. Didn't she die after losing her child?

Where is this?

Xiuying slowly raised her head and realized that she was in a courtyard. There was a mess of servants moving about outside the house, and the sound of girls crying could be heard from inside the house.

This situation was somewhat familiar, as if she had experienced it before.

She looked around again. In the yard were weeping willows with sprouts, and in the main house there was a signboard with the word 'Kang Ning' hanging from the door. Xiuying's heart skipped a beat. She could not help but blame her familiarity — — This was Shen Family before the move to Beijing!

It was her little sister Shen Xiuying's voice. Although it was young, she could still recognize it!

Xiuying's dazed eyes flashed with hatred. She lowered her head and saw her own small hand, white and plump, with a pleasing little nest on top. Familiar memories poured out like a tide.

She recalled that the time of the event should have been when she was eight years old.

She was secretly pushed down from the fake mountain by Third Uncle, who followed him down the mountain to save her. For this reason, Third Uncle was unconscious for a whole day and night. And she was raked around by her little sister Shu, saying that Third Uncle fell down because she was a playful person. Although her grandmother doted on him, she loved her old son Third Uncle even more. First, she was forced to kneel in the courtyard, and then she was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.

This kneeling lasted for a day and a night. Only when Third Uncle woke up and said that she missed her footing and went to save him did she finally be relieved. The night he returned, he got a high fever and fell ill for the whole of March.

Xiuying looked at the noisy scene in front of her as if it had been a lifetime.

Was she dead? Was she looking at the past when she was on the verge of death, or … Xiuying felt the warmth of her palm as she pinched her thigh …

It hurt, so much so that her eyes immediately turned red.

She was still in the midst of her shock when a woman with a round bun and a lotus hairpin came out from the house and condescendingly said, "My lady, the old lady has ordered you to kneel in the ancestral hall. Please follow the servants."

Xiuying looked up and recognized her as the proper mother by her grandmother's side — Mama Qi.

She was still a little dazed, with her little face lifted, her eyes slightly red, her eyes black and large, innocent and pitiful as a frightened animal's.

Mama Qi felt her heart soften as she watched, sighing inwardly. Even if her heart had softened, the old lady would not have been soft-hearted. Her voice rose to a crescendo, "Young lady, please come with me."

Xiuying snapped out of her daze, a chilling look slowly gathering in the depths of her eyes.

This clearly wasn't her fault. How could she go to the ancestral hall and kneel again?

In her previous life, she had suffered an innocent injury because of this. After a serious illness, her body was no longer the same as before, and she would cough for a few days whenever she felt cold. Perhaps this was the time when her body had suffered defeat in her previous life.

Her face showed some resistance, and when Mama Qi's face darkened, she could only go ahead and have someone pull her.

Xiuying struggled up, struggling as she saw a slim figure stumble to the door.

It was a girl with a woman's bun. The sunlight shone on her snow-white face, and between her eyebrows was a familiar beauty and gentleness. The eyes that always carried a tender affection for her were now glimmering with tears. An old woman stopped her at the door.

Mother.

With her familiar face right in front of her, Xiuying's heart ached violently. She would never forget the moment when she heard news of her mother's death.

That's right, at the age of eight, her mother had still not passed away. Without Aunt Cui's influence, she would still be a carefree young lady from Shen Family. What's more, there was no Lee Qingzhao whom she married with a beastly heart.

Xiuying's eyes were filled with hatred as she thought about how her skirt had been dyed red with blood before she died and how the flesh and blood she had waited several years for had been peeled off from her body. She was so angry that she broke free from her wife's tugging and rushed up the stairs to her mother's arms.

Mrs Feng hugged a small ball of her daughter as her tears dripped down, softly calling her daughter's nickname, 'Yaoyao'. However, a sharp voice came from behind her, "You are all dead people, why aren't you bringing me down?! "My eldest son's wife is not ruthless like me, she is also the one I adore the most. But now, she has stirred up a great disaster. If I don't teach her a good lesson and restrain her temper, it will only be useless to her in the future!"

Mrs Feng looked at her mother who had come forward again. Although she understood her mother-in-law's painstaking efforts, this child was still her child no matter how big of a mistake she made. How could she bear letting her go to the ancestral hall? Yaoyao would definitely be afraid to go to that place.

Mrs Feng turned her head pleadingly to look at her mother-in-law. In the middle of the hall, a wealthy old lady looked away. The little girl kneeling at her feet lifted her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the entrance.

Xiuying's hand was once again grabbed by someone, forcefully breaking apart the hand she was holding her mother with. Mrs Feng's horse-faced skirt was being ripped apart by her.

She did her best not to let go.

She could not go to the ancestral hall. She did not want the events from her previous life to continue!

In her previous life, she relied on Aunt Cui's power and her inability to be born as a reason to marry into her husband's wife. After that, she used all of her schemes to break off Aunt Cui's wife. In the end, he had been completely exhausted by her!

Actually, Shen Xiulian had been plotting against her since she was young.

This was the first time she had tried to kill her when she was eight years old, and Shen Xiulian was half a year younger than her!

For a child to think of a way to kill a person, such a vicious heart was truly terrifying.

Xiuying's heart was filled with hatred and chilliness. She could not sit still and wait for death to come. Perhaps the death of her mother was related to these two mothers and daughters.

Xiuying quickly calmed down in the midst of her struggle against her wife. In between the gaps, she saw Shen Xiulian, dressed in pink, staring at her with a pleased expression in her eyes.

She was proud, how could she be proud!

Xiuying's small body once again exploded with strength, pushing the woman backwards. Even Mrs Feng was stunned.

She rushed into the hall and threw herself at Shen Xiulian without a word. She flipped her onto the ground and sat on top of her. She gave her a fierce slap on the face.

A crisp slap caused everyone present to be stunned.

Xiuying could not calm herself down. She used her fingernails to scratch Shen Xiulian's face. Shen Xiulian, who had been beaten silly, finally cried out. Old Madame Shen was the first to regain her senses. She quickly ordered her men to separate, but Shen Xiulian's face was already covered in a few bloody lines. The burning pain made her want to cry.

Xiuying was pulled back and continued to glare at her fiercely. However, her tone was very calm as she said to Old Madame Shen, "Grandmother, I didn't make Third Uncle fall off the fake mountain. It was only because Shen Xiulian pushed me back that I fell off! Third Uncle fell down with me to save me! "

A half-grown child, the monstrous hatred in her eyes was shocking. Moreover, she was very methodical in speaking words of explanation. She didn't look crazy at all when she threw herself into his arms. Everyone looked at this kid with a round face and an exquisite face like a jade doll and a strange feeling rose in their hearts.

Shen Xiulian also realized that her face had been scratched. When her little girl used a handkerchief to wipe her face, she saw that there was a faint trace of blood on it.

Her face had gone blurry from the scratching. She was going to be disfigured!

Ever since she was young, the most important thing for a girl was to have her ears, beard, and face dyed. At this moment, she was so panicked that she even forgot to cry.

Old Madame Shen was deep in thought about Xiuying's words, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them had already become a couple.

Xiuying hadn't been addicted to the fight just now. Now that someone had delivered themselves to her doorstep, and the woman was afraid of hurting them and letting her go, she naturally went to meet them head on. Xiu Lian wanted to grab her bun, but she nimbly dodged to the left and right, clawing towards her face. Once again, a blood-curdling screech rang out in the hall. Shen Xiulian's face was burning with pain again. She had gone mad and wanted to grab Xiuying's face. Old Madame Shen watched with trepidation as she slammed the table and shouted for the two of them to separate.

With an adult interfering again, the fight didn't last long before it stopped. Shen Xiulian who was caught lost her reason and cursed in a hoarse voice, "Shen Xiuying, why didn't you fall down the fake mountain and die? Why don't you just die! You actually dared to scratch my face! "