Yunling Continent, Baili Dynasty, Baili City, a dilapidated small courtyard in the northwest corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

This is the prime minister's mansion as a dilapidated place, and it is inhabited by the genius who was once rumored in this Baili City, and now everyone laughs at the waste material Seventh Miss, Qiao Yunxi.

"Third Miss...... Please spare Miss Seven...... Anyway, Miss Seven is also your half-father's sister! A tearful, fourteen-year-old girl knelt in front of the third lady, kowtowing, her voice full of supplication.

She didn't know why Miss Three always had to come to trouble Miss Seven. But all she can do seems to be to beg Miss Three to let Miss Seven go.

The woman known as the third lady did not speak, and with a pair of hateful eyes, she stared fiercely at the people who were still being beaten underground. Daughter-in-law? What about the concubine! In this Yunling Continent, what is a concubine? Even if she is a concubine, if she can't cultivate, she is just a waste! actually occupies the title of concubine! Still have a marriage contract with His Royal Highness the Prince?

Why can't it be me who has a marriage contract? Is it just because she's just a concubine? Just think about it and get angry! Only when she dies, only when she dies can this marriage contract be canceled! It was only then that she could pursue that happiness. The originally beautiful face was a little distorted because of anger.

"Third Miss...... Please spare Miss Seven......" The maid still kowtowed, pleading. I hope that the third miss can open up the net and let the seventh miss have a way out.

"Get out!" The third lady was disturbed by the sound of begging for mercy, and let out a low roar, followed by a kick. Directly kicked the person out of the air.

The maid's body hit the wall and fainted. The sound of punching and kicking was left in the room again.

"Third Miss...... Miss Seven She ...... Miss Seven, she seems to have lost her breath. Suddenly, a maid probed the snort of the beaten woman on the ground and reported tremblingly.

"What? Breathless? The voice of disbelief, her proud face full of disbelief. I took a few steps forward, squatted down and tried it myself.

It seems that he can't feel the breath of life at all. Suddenly, he retracted his hand, stood up, and walked out of the dilapidated room.

Standing at the door of the hut, the third young lady Qiao Yunlu looked at the people on the ground, and a smile flashed in her eyes. She, the seventh lady of the waste wood who was not favored by the Prime Minister's Mansion, finally died. If she could, she would have laughed and celebrated. But she also knows what kind of punishment there is in the family for killing her daughter. So she can't expose herself, she can only be happy in her heart.

"Let's go! Today's events, who dares to divulge a sentence ......" made a motion to wipe his neck as he spoke.

The maids and servants who followed the third lady naturally closed their mouths and didn't dare to say a word. lest a careless sentence throw away your own life. Following the third lady, life seems to be passing away all the time.

"Huan'er, you know what to do." After the third lady said this, she took the rest of the people and left the most remote courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Yes, Miss Three. The slave and maid know. As he spoke, he began to set up the scene of his killing.

Until they all left this small courtyard. Qiao Yunxi, who was lying on the ground with injuries all over his body, suddenly opened his eyes, although his breath was weak, he couldn't say that there was nothing at all. I wanted to sit up with my body propped up, but when I found that I moved, my whole body hurt terribly. In the end, he was defeated by the weakness of this body and fainted.

At this time, Miss Seven is no longer the original Miss Qiao Yunxi, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but Qiao Yunxi, who has the same name as the original owner.

And the maid who was kicked and fainted by the third lady woke up leisurely after Qiao Yunxi fainted again, and saw that there was no one in the house. endured the pain of being kicked in the chest, and staggered to Miss Seven's side. He also probed her snort with his hand.

Seeing that she still had a meager breath. relieved herself a little, and helped her young lady up and moved her to the bed. She herself collapsed on the edge of the bed from exhaustion.

When it was approaching night, Qiao Yunxi woke up leisurely. As soon as she moved, her body was still in pain, but this pain made her consciousness immediately sober up.

Looking at the dilapidated hut, I thought about the afternoon. It seems that this body has been in a state of being beaten, as if those people have been calling Miss Three, Miss Seven. What the hell is this place?

Don't......? She's not dead? But she obviously killed herself, a sharp knife, which sank into her heart exactly as much, just to be able to die with him.

Moreover, she watched her soul leave her body. And she also seemed to see the sadness and helplessness in Naransti's eyes? She seemed to see Nalan's lips touching as if she was reading something, but unfortunately she didn't have time to read it at all, and with a wave of her hand, she ......

And then what? Why didn't she have any memories later? It's just that when I woke up, my body was tormented. It hurt her to hold her breath and pretend to be dead.

Suddenly, it hurts. It's as if there's something all stuffed into my head.

As a result, Qiao Yunxi closed his eyes again and fell asleep completely.