Mengzhu looked at the woman who seemed to be about to fall when the wind blew, her face was delicate and beautiful, so poignant that it was as bloodless as a porcelain figure. There was only panic and sadness in her eyes, and she remembered that Situ Xiao said to her: "I don't want my woman to suffer, even if it's to serve her food." Her heart softened, and she hated the desolate woman in front of her, who had spent the best years of her life waiting, and at last watched disappointedly as her husband placed a shadow in his room, preferring to face a shadow rather than face her.

"Wan'er," Situ Kun coughed twice and shouted from behind.

"Won't you let me say it? I've endured it for more than 20 years, and I have to say what is in my heart today. Qiao Wan turned her head and glanced at Situ Kun indifferently, and walked towards Mengzhu step by step: "Yes! Situ Kun killed your father, who killed him and made him a soulless shell? It was your mother! She deceived his feelings and betrayed him to marry your father! Who made me live in the shadows? Who was it? It was your mother! He betrayed him but stole his heart! He also stole the joy and happiness of my life!" Her sad eyes suddenly became fierce, staring at her word by word and saying: " I won't let you be like your mother again, stealing my son's heart and turning him into a soulless shell!"

Mengzhu stared blankly at her white porcelain face with anger and a determined look, Situ Kun was her father's killer, and Mrs. Qiao regarded her mother as the murderer of her husband's soul, because what his husband gave her was nothing more than a dead man's shell, which scared her more than death, it tortured her body and mind all the time, and all this was due to her mother's betrayal of love.

"Mom," Seeing that Mrs. Qiao was approaching Mengzhu step by step, Situ Xiao inserted himself sideways between Mrs. Qiao and Mengzhu, and shouted to the outside: "Jingyuan!" Ruan Jingyuan came in response, "You take the young lady and Qinglian back to the room, the young lady is missing a cold hair, I only ask you." Ruan Jingyuan replied solemnly: "Yes!" turned around and said, "Young lady, please." Qinglian helped Mengzhu out of the main hall, and Mrs. Qiao's cold voice seemed to come from behind: "Are you really willing to be like your father?"

The young marshal's mansion is mostly Western-style buildings, out of the main hall, the sunlight shines on a large fan of glass reflected down, stabbing a little unable to open the eyes, the hibiscus, canna, hibiscus, purple and red crape myrtle flowers in the flower garden, the purple and red alternately, as if pouring a rich watercolor, see Mengzhu upset.

Qinglian was frightened, still immersed in the fear just now, the hand holding Mengzhu was still a little trembling, Ruan Jingyuan followed silently, until Mengzhu arrived at the door of the room, and then said: "Young lady, Young Master Zheng's affairs are all Jingyuan's fault, Jingyuan doesn't want to see the young marshal suffer so much for his wife... Master Tang's affairs are not clear to Jing Yuan, but young lady, do the grievances of the previous generation still make the next generation continue to suffer? You have come to this day's hardships, Jing Yuan has watched from the sidelines so far, I really can't bear the young marshal and his wife to be as painful as the big marshal and the old lady for a lifetime, young lady, please forgive Jing Yuan's mouth, please cherish the happiness in front of you. Ruan Jingyuan stood outside the door after speaking.