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Chapter 1 Rebirth
"Ah!" In the quiet and elegant attic, a hoarse and painful moan passed through, startling a few sparrows in the courtyard.

In the room, a woman covered in bruises was being held tightly by three maidservants. Fresh scars were criss-crossed on her face, and blood was dripping slowly.

Ye Zhaoyan's eyes were red, and he couldn't help twitching and struggling under the excruciating pain.

The middle-aged woman with scissors made the final cut in the corner of her eye, her eyes were ferocious, and she looked fierce, which was quite different from the usual dignified and dignified ladies.

Yan Fengzi hates these eyes the most, they look exactly like that old bitch who pretends to be noble!
Xue Jianjian, who was sitting on the couch beside her, got up and wiped her hands, "Mother, why bother to do it yourself, you don't mind getting your hands dirty."

In Ye Zhaoyan's blurred vision, a pair of brocade shoes with floral jasper paced forward.

Xue Jianjian crushed Ye Zhaoyan's disabled knee with his foot, and said in an extremely disgusted tone: "It's also thanks to my father who cared about the old relationship, and still saved your life. You don't have to resent, Ningyuan's family will be punished, only you and I It is a gift that your mother can survive till now."

Xue Jianjiao and Ye Zhaoyan are both Xue Huaitan's daughters, but Xue Jianjiao has been marked as an illegitimate daughter since birth, and has been raised outside the mansion for more than ten years without seeing the light.

The pro daughter who had been jealous of countless days and nights was trampled under her feet at the moment, and Xue Jianchi felt comfortable in every part of her body.

Ye Zhaoyan was so torn by the pain that his consciousness was blurred, he had no time to pay attention to what was in front of him, but stubbornly looked at the inner room through the curtain.

Inside the curtain, a middle-aged man with a handsome face was sitting on the head of the inner room, and had been watching for a while.

Ye Zhaoyan thought sarcastically, if it weren't for the three-point similarity in appearance between the two, it would be hard to imagine that this person is her father with such a cold and indifferent expression.

"Enough of Feng Zi! Give her a good time." A tired voice came from the inner room, as if she was used to the scene in front of her.

Yan Fengzi seemed unwilling to say: "Master, she is the one who made our mother and daughter stay anonymous for ten years, I can't swallow this breath!"

Zhaoyan twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the luxuriously made-up woman in front of him and sneered.

How can an outside room that cannot be seen be kept anonymous?
It was she who occupied the magpie's nest and took away everything that did not belong to her.

Xue Huaitan slightly closed his eyes, and said indifferently, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to torture her slowly! Let her go to the underworld to accompany that old thing!"

Ye Zhaoyan opened his eyes, and there was a bit of resentment in his eyes. They actually resented the deceased grandfather so much.

"This kind of person doesn't deserve to die in Ningyuan Mansion." After Xue Huaitan finished speaking, he picked up the cold medicine on the table, tilted her head, and poured it himself.

A tingling sensation mixed with bitter medicine ran across her throat, and her mouth was full of blood, and she couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of bloody medicine.

Ye Zhaoyan fell to the ground in pain. After taking this medicine, the throat of the person collapsed, and then the internal organs slowly festered and died.

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

Xue Yinxian let go of her head like a piece of garbage, and ordered in a cold voice: "Throw her into the wilderness, find a better burial place and bury her, don't dirty my place!"

"Wait!" Xue Fengzi hurriedly stopped her, her eyes rolled slightly, and she said with a coquettish smile, "I'm afraid that her body will rot in the wilderness and stain your eyes."

Xue Huaitan glanced at Ye Zhaoyan who was in a mess, his eyes were glinting with coldness and gloom.

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

Xue Huaidan opened the door, and the cold wind came in, blowing on his cold and livid face.

He turned his back and no longer cared about what happened behind him.

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

Ye Zhaoyan fell limply to the ground, his hair was scattered and covered his dirty face, and his body was trembling in pain.

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

Yan Fengzi smiled sinisterly, stretched out her hand to pat the servant's dagger, and said bitterly: "Take off her clothes and humiliate her, let her suffer so much!"

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

Ye Zhaoyan knelt down on the ground with a deep humiliation coming from the coldness all over his body, his eyes were empty.

Ye Zhaoyan's limbs were roughly lifted by the servants, and the sharp daggers tortured her bit by bit.

She was in excruciating pain, and the veins on her forehead were throbbing, but she gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound.

This kind of humiliation was something she had never endured.

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

"Not enough! I want her to be in so much pain!" Yan Fengzi smiled crazily, her charming face distorted and deformed by anger.

The servants inserted their daggers into the woman's body, breaking her meridians bit by bit, and gouging out her bones.

Ye Zhaoyan only felt that his body had turned into a piece of scrap iron, his muscles and bones were broken, and the pain was unbearable.

As the servants became more and more presumptuous, her eyes became extremely desperate, full of hatred and pain, just like a blooming flower from the other side, in this sea of ​​flowers, she only needs to blow gently, turned into dust.

Ye Zhaoyan closed his eyes and gradually fell into darkness.

"Zhaoer." A teardrop slid down the eyelashes, fell into the temples, and disappeared.

Ye Zhaoyan suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were completely dark.Isn't she dead? Why is she here? Could it be a dream?

A gust of cold air hit her, and she couldn't help hugging herself tightly. Only then did she realize that the dilapidated clothes had turned into silk and satin.

Upon closer inspection, her body was actually a gorgeous red dress embroidered with golden bird patterns, a rosewood belt inlaid with pearls was tied around her waist, and a purple jade pendant was hung around her neck. She was noble and elegant, with a refined temperament .

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

"It's just that I've been sick, and I can talk insanely when I open my mouth." A kind sigh came from next to my ear.

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

The woman in front of her is full of black hair and temples, her face is like a lotus, her eyes are like the moon, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she has a slim figure. She is Ye Zhaoyan's mother, Ye Fugui.

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

One of them was tall and handsome, and he was Ye Zhaoyan's cousin Ye Zhaochen.The other one was thin and pretty, but it was her cousin Ye Zhaohua.

"Mother, are you alive?" Ye Zhaoyan looked at his mother, tears falling down involuntarily, "I thought I would never see you again in this life."

"Silly boy, why are you talking so crazy, mother is almost frightened by you."

Ye Fugui patted her on the back lightly, his soft voice seemed to heal the pain, "I am by your side every day, why don't you see me."

"Yes, I was just having a nightmare." Ye Zhaoyan choked up and nodded, temporarily burying that nightmare past life in his heart.

(End of this chapter)