Mrs. Yan was coquettish, picked up the hairpin and put it in the dresser, and the lord responded to her request for the holy gift, and took Xiang'er back to the lord's mansion from the cold palace, and let Xiang'er be free.

Mrs. Yan gave an order:

"Clean carefully, don't touch the girl's belongings, Mama went to bring the An Xiang pillow I embroidered for Xiang'er some time ago, my son must be sleepless at night in the cold palace these days."

A cry came from the courtyard:

"Mother... Mother..."

Mrs. Yan was happy in her heart, but because of joy, she didn't listen carefully to this shout, which was not the fragrance she was thinking about.

"Xiang'er, poor mother..."

Yue'e's body stiffened slightly, a trace of grief flashed on her face, and as the door opened, Yue'e immediately returned to her grief-stricken face.

"Xiang'er... It turned out to be Yue'e..."

Mrs. Yan opened the door, looking ecstatic, who knew that the person standing in the courtyard was actually the righteous daughter Yue'e, and she couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"Yue'e, you just happened to come today, Xiang'er will return to the house in a while, hurry up and follow your mother to see the ornaments in her room for your sister, but what is missing."

Saying that, Mrs. Yan stepped forward and pulled Yue'e towards Yan Xiang's boudoir, not paying attention to Yue'e's facial expression at all.

Yue'e was dissatisfied in her heart, this is the difference between a biological child and a righteous daughter.

"Mother... Younger sister... My sister can't come back, mother... Xiang'er she... She's gone..."

Yue'e sobbed in a low voice, and Mrs. Yan turned around stiffly, her face was full of shock, and she grabbed Yue'e's shoulders, her eyes were full of panic and panic.

"Yue, who did you say is gone... You, you're cheating on your mother... The lord said that he would take Xiang'er back to the lord's mansion today... You must be lying to your mother..."

Yue'e was caught by Mrs. Yan in pain, and her face was already distorted in pain.

The chief butler hurriedly walked in, and knelt down in front of Mrs. Yan with a pop, the corners of his eyes moist and sad.

"Madame... Empress... The mother has returned home. ”

Mrs. Yan staggered, almost fell to the ground, and said tremblingly:

"Uncle Zhang... Empress... Why not... Don't come to the backyard... Uncle Zhang, why are you crying... What about Xiang'er, my Xiang'er. ”

The chief manager couldn't bear it any longer, and an old face cried out loud, endured the pain in his heart, and said:

"... The palace where the mother lives is gone... The mother is dead... Buried in the flames... Madam... Madame..."

Mrs. Yan only felt that her throat was fishy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fell to the ground in front of her.

The maid hurriedly stepped forward and lifted Mrs. Yan up, and the chief steward immediately ordered the little maid to go and invite the house doctor.

Impatience flashed on Yue'e's face, and everyone carried Mrs. Yan towards Yan Xiang's boudoir.

When Lord Yan returned from the palace, he lost his mind like a walking corpse, and sat in the hall with empty eyes.

In the middle of the hall is an agarwood coffin, which is a symbol of the emperor.

Lord Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes were full of endless hatred, and he looked at the agarwood coffin, which was very ironic.

The Holy Admiral gave the agarwood coffin to Xiang'er, which was a great honor for Lord Yan's mansion, but for him it was nothing more than a symbol of his incompetence, the pain of losing his daughter.

Fan clan Hou clan, you treat my Yan clan like this, and force my son to death, I, Yan Qingtian, swear to die with your two clans and avenge my son.

Chaohua Palace.

"Master, today is the day of Concubine Yan's funeral, Lord Yan's mansion will hold a funeral for Concubine Yan, and the master will go."

Today, Luo Bingjing is dressed in white, and she is wearing a set of white jade head and face on top of her hair bun.

Wearing snow-white pearl earrings, a mourning outfit.

"Go with the main palace to the Ningci Palace."

Yun Qing and Shi Zhu originally thought that the master would go out of the palace to Lord Yan's mansion, but they didn't expect that the master would go to Ningci Palace in such a costume.

Luo Bingjing's aura had undergone earth-shaking changes on the day of the cold palace.

In the past, she was full of forbearance and restraint, and never took the initiative to attack, if she could protect herself, how could Sister Yan be affected by her like this.

Today is the day of Sister Yan's burial, how can she let the person who killed Sister Yan live a chic and comfortable life today.

Ningci Palace.

"Qi Yu Niangniang, Emperor Jing and Concubine Jing ask to see you."

A trace of doubt flashed in Fan Wan'er's eyes, and she said:

"Emperor Xuanjing's concubine enters the palace."

When Luo Bingjing appeared in front of Fan Wan'er, Fan Wan'er's heart rose and fell, her eyes were slightly angry, and she said in disappointment:

"Sister Jing'er, what do you mean by this? Sister, is this blaming Wan'er? Sister Yan's death has nothing to do with Wan'er, if it weren't for Sister Yan's fall to her death and praying for her, how could she end up in the fire. ”

A sneer appeared on Luo Bingjing's face, and she walked towards Fan Wan'er step by step.

A trace of vigilance rose in Fan Wan'er's heart, and she stared at Luo Bingjing.

"Wan'er misunderstood my sister, my sister came to visit Wan'er today, how can I blame Wan'er for Sister Yan's matter, I also know the pain of losing a child."

Fan Wan'er never relaxed her vigilance because of Luo Bingjing's words, got up and said:

"Sister Jing'er's death Sister Yan's death is not Wan'er's will, it's good that Sister Jing'er can understand Wan'er, although Wan'er hates Sister Yan for falling to her death and praying for you, she never thought of putting Sister Yan to death."

Luo Bingjing's heart was cold, but she stepped forward and grabbed Fan Wan'er, and her hand seemed to have no intention of holding Fan Wan'er's pulse.

Fan Wan'er was shocked, and suddenly pulled out her wrist, but there was a light blood mark on the place where she saw the vein.

Fan Wan'er's eyebrows twisted slightly, and she said unhappily:

"Sister Jing'er, what do you mean by this? My sister came to avenge Sister Yan. ”

Luo Bingjing found a place to sit down, raised her cheeks to look at Fan Wan'er, who looked displeased, and said:

"Wan'er is scared? I'm afraid that I treated Sister Yan like you just now, Sister Wan'er Yan deserves her crime of falling to death and praying for blessings, I am not a foolish person, how can I not know what is right and wrong, just now my sister just warned Wan'er, don't worry, only my sister knows about Wan'er hurting Sister Yan's vein. ”

Fan Wan'er looked at Luo Bingjing, and a hint of strangeness appeared in her eyes.

Today's Luo Bingjing made him timid.

"Why is my sister dressed so plainly today, if I let the saint see it, I will definitely not like it."

Fan Wan'er felt that Luo Bingjing's white shirt was very dazzling, and coming to Ningci Palace seemed to be mourning for her, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Luo Bingjing's eyes flashed with incomprehension, and she said in confusion:

"Pray for the first seven years, is it inappropriate for me to dress like this? Yikes! Wan'er, how can you wear a big red shirt, is it possible that you don't know that you are praying for your biological mother, if you don't even wear plain clothes for him, he may be at peace after death. ”

Luo Bingjing seemed to have just realized that Fan Wan'er was dressed inappropriately, and exclaimed.

Fan Wan'er's face was slightly stiff, Hou Qiyou was not her child, but the son of the slut, and she was irritable when she saw it every day.

Finally, my aunt quietly returned to Shuchuan, and she designed to get rid of the son of the slut and Yan Xiang who secretly investigated her.

The past few days have been very comfortable, and she has completely forgotten the scruples she should have, and she is already angry with the child, how can she wear plain clothes for him.

"If Sister Jing'er doesn't say anything, Wan'er still doesn't know that her heirs have forgotten that her parents should wear plain clothes, thank you sister for telling Wan'er."