The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 5 Geng Tie
Yan Sanhe waited for the hot water to gradually cool down before getting up to wash up.

After washing away her travel dust, she hugged the bundle in her arms, sat in the chair with her legs curled up, and slowly closed her eyes.

Drowsiness came over her and she fell asleep.

In the dream, it was still Yan Xing.

Yan Xing taught her how to read, told her anecdotes from all over the world, and made her peach blossom wine...

Dreams don’t last long.

When Yan Sanhe woke up, he realized that he had only slept for two hours.

After being stunned for a while, she put down the baggage in her arms, walked quietly to the window, and quietly opened a window.

"!"

Yan Sanhe's pupils suddenly dilated.

In the courtyard, I don’t know when there were seven or eight more guards.

These nurses were holding knives in their arms, huddled under the eaves, and were dozing off with their eyes closed.

Are you ready with a knife?
Yan Sanhe sneered silently.

……

Manager Xie had something on his mind and couldn't sleep well all night.

When it was slightly light, he dressed and washed himself. Thinking that his master slept in the study last night, he planned to go to the study to take a look first.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, before I even stepped in, I looked up and suddenly saw the back of a person.

Manager Xie almost went crazy.

Why is she here?

"You stop for me!"

Yan Sanhe didn't expect Manager Xie to come at this time.

Xie's mansion was so big that she wasted a lot of time touching Xie Daozhi's study.

Turning around, his eyebrows slightly raised, Yan Sanhe showed no embarrassment at all about being caught.

Manager Xie stared at her fiercely, "Miss Yan, this place is not for you. If you want money, come with me!"

Yan Sanhe curled his lips and instead of following him, he strode towards the study.

Manager Xie felt the hairs all over his body stand on end and rushed over to grab him.

Just as I grabbed an arm, I felt a pain in my knee. Before I could see what was going on, I was already kneeling down.

"Yan Sanhe!"

Manager Xie yelled in pain, "Don't refuse to drink the toast, you'll have to drink as a penalty." "It's so early in the morning, who does Manager Xie want to drink as a penalty?"

A warm voice sounded at the door of the courtyard, and the man walked in. He was dressed in azure straight clothes and looked like a bright moon.

Yan Sanhe raised his eyelids, glanced briefly and then looked back.

The man's eyes remained on Yan Sanhe.

He has never seen this girl before. Who is she from?

"Why are you here so early in the morning?" Manager Xie struggled to get up and ran to Xie Erli.

"I heard that my father was resting in the study yesterday. I came over to take a look."

Xie Erli pondered for a moment, "This is..."

Manager Xie was so anxious that he broke into cold sweat.

With the master's instructions on one side and the eldest son and grandson on the other, the future head of the Xie Mansion cannot afford to offend either side.

His mind moved, and he hurriedly said: "A distant relative in Qiufeng thinks that the money he got yesterday is not enough. I don't need to pay attention to it, just leave it to the old slave."

Xie Erli glanced at Yan Sanhe suspiciously, "Girl, if you think the money is not enough, you can tell me."

"I can't talk to you."

Yan Sanhe had no time to waste any more and turned around to face the study door.

"Thank you, your biological father did die of illness when you were one and a half years old. But four years later, your mother..."

The door opened with a whoosh.

Xie Daozhi's face showed a cold and murderous aura.

"Come here, this woman has falsely accused the imperial court's wife and is talking nonsense. Let me tie her up."

"You don't even dare to let me finish my words. What are you afraid of?"

Yan Sanhe's eyebrows suddenly became sharp, and there was a coldness in his tone that made people dare not act rashly.

"Your mother's surname is Yang, with the character "Hui" in her single name, and she was born on the ninth day of the first lunar month. In the early years of Yonghe, she married Yan Xing, a famous scholar from Shuidong, Anhui Prefecture, and was her step-brother. She was 25 years old at the time. Yan Xing is your stepfather."

Yan Sanhe unfolded the yellowed post in his hand.

"The marriage certificate is clearly written in black and white. What else do you have to say?"

Xie Daozhi only felt a buzzing in his ears and couldn't hear anything.

An old face is frighteningly white.

(End of this chapter)