"Yu Zheyu?" Ye Xiyan repeated it gently, and a little doubt appeared on his face, "Who is she?" ”

"Ye Jiangshu and Ye Chengxuan's biological mother, your father's deceased Yu family." Yan Wujiao's eyes were cold.

"Auntie?" Ye Xiyan was slightly surprised, "Didn't she die in childbirth when she gave birth to Ye Jiangshu?" It's been 17 years since I've passed away, how can I still make my mother stay alone in the empty house? ”

"It's not because of her death!" Yan Wujiao looked up at the flickering candle flame next to the screen, with a bit of resentment in her eyes.

If she doesn't die, at least her own existence still has some value, why did she end up in the current situation where she looks at people everywhere!

"Yu's death made Dad snub his mother......" Ye Xi frowned and brushed it in his mind, and couldn't help but be shocked, "Could it be that she didn't die of dystocia, but what her mother did when she gave birth, and my father knew about it......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yan Wujiao interrupted her lightly, "How could I do such a thing!" ”

"What the hell is going on here?" Ye Xi asked puzzled.

If not, what else would make Yu's death leave his mother out in the cold?

Yan Wujiao slowly let go of her arms, took two steps back weakly, and said with difficulty: "Ye Xianggao loves Yu Zheyu deeply, but Yu Zheyu doesn't love him, your mother was brought back by him to be angry with Yu Zheyu." ”

"What? How so? Ye Xiyan was a little shocked.

Yan Wujiao was silent for a moment, and said softly: "If Yu Zheyu could return a little love to him back then, there would be no your second mother, third mother, fourth mother and your mother in this house." Yu Zheyu died, Ye Xianggao had no object to dispose of, and all of us were useless, and he never set foot in our courtyard again. ”

"I didn't expect my father to be such an affectionate person, no wonder he has always been partial to Ye Jiangshu!" Ye Xiyan finally understood why even though Ye Jiangshu was timid and cowardly in the past, his father was partial to her.

It turned out that it was because she was the child born to the woman he loved the most.

Yan Wujiao sighed softly, and her eyes were dyed with a bit of pain: "When the object of this person's affection is not you, then it is really sad, just like your mother and me." ”

In Nanjing that year, as the head of the Yongchun class of the most famous opera troupe in Yingtianfu, Hua Dan, she was sought after and favored by many people, just like the pipa girl written by the great poet Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty - "Wuling is young and entangled, and a song of red silk is unknown".

Among those people, she only took a fancy to Ye Xianggao, who was a member of the Ministry of Officials at the time, in his early thirties, personable, but with a little concern in his eyes, and did not hesitate to give up the opportunity to become the wife of a wealthy businessman and marry him as a concubine.

I thought that if I found Ruyi Langjun, I would be able to live a happy life in the future, but after all, I was still young at the time, and I didn't see the real purpose of his promise to enter the door - to show Yu Zheyu.

Ye Xiyan heard her say this, and suddenly thought of Zhu Changrun's attitude towards Yu Jingrong at the gate of the academy that day, and the eyes that looked at her, and his face couldn't help but change.

Do you want to be such a pathetic person?

No, absolutely not.

Ye Xi's hand under the sleeve of his shirt was clenched into a fist, that Yu Jing's appearance was not outstanding, and her personality was very awkward, how could she be able to get the favor of His Royal Highness King Hui!

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