The outside of the General's Mansion was heavily guarded, but there were not many people here in the Mourning Hall, and Yan Ci easily avoided the people who came and went.

The faint candle flame reflected the ground, and there were only a few white silk sticks hanging in the huge mourning hall, and there was not even a single coffin in sight, and it looked a little creepy when it was empty.

Yan Ci hid behind a pillar on the side, looked towards the hall, and did not see any one from the Yan family except for a few people who came and went.

She really shouldn't have come here with a glimmer of hope, she should have killed her cheap father's room and let him know that he had a dead daughter.

Late at night, the people in the mourning hall gradually retreated, and only Yan Ci was left empty.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear something strange.

Whimpering, like a child's sobbing, with some regularity, one moment, one ......

After listening carefully for a while, after making sure that it was not a hallucination, Yan Ci's body instantly stiffened, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

The voice seemed to come from behind, and she wanted to move, but her legs couldn't move as if they were filled with lead.

There's nothing dirty here, right?

She wanted to pretend to be a ghost, but she didn't want to meet a real ghost!

The voice behind her was staccato and seemingly approaching her, mixed with the sound of small footsteps.

Yan Ci took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

As soon as I tried to turn around, the hem of my skirt was ripped off.

She paused abruptly, her face weeping.

What the hell is playing with the flute! It's not really haunted!

Yan Ci turned his head tremblingly with the thought of dying, but he didn't see anything.

Her eyes widened, and her expression was a little frightened, but the hem of her skirt was pulled again, accompanied by a soft voice.

"Sister, are you my sister?"

When Yan Ci heard this voice, his body almost paused suddenly.

She looked down and saw a child tugging at the hem of her skirt, looking up at her with a serious expression, tears still hanging from her cheeks.

Yan Ci was startled, took two steps back, and reacted to take a closer look.

The child is about six or seven years old, white and cute, the baby fat on his face has not been completely eliminated, and the meat is like a white and tender bun.

Yan Ci searched frantically in his memory, and finally found some fragments, and the pictures in his memories gradually overlapped with the child in front of him.

This is...... Yu'er?

Yan Yu's demeanor was no longer as calm as usual, and when he saw that Yan Ci was stunned and didn't speak, he dragged her again, and said a little vaguely, "You speak!" ”

Yan Ci came back to his senses, and his nose was a little sour.

This emotion belonging to the original owner could not be suppressed, and her heart also throbbed.

Although this child is a concubine, he is the only male in the family, and he is also very young.

Since his aunt died in childbirth, Yan Chong has taken special care of him.

The child is kind-hearted, and when the original owner was locked up in the firewood room by Yan Zishu, he would often secretly stuff food for her. Since he can remember, he has helped Yan Ci a lot, and the sister-brother relationship between the two has secretly planted seeds in his heart.

Yan Ci squatted down, uncontrollably raised his hand to touch the boy's cheek, and called softly, "Yu'er." ”

This voice is mixed with too many mixed emotions.

Only then did Yan Yu confirm that she was Yan Ci, so he couldn't help it anymore, and threw himself into her arms, whimpering, "They all said you were dead, and I knew they lied to me!" You are so powerful, how can you die! ”

Yan Ci hadn't had much contact with children, and he was at a loss for a while, so he could only pat him lightly on the back.

When his mood stabilized, Yan Ci slowly spoke.

"Why are you here?"