After I was discharged from the hospital, my injured leg was badly deformed, I couldn't run too far, I couldn't do hard work, and I walked with a drag.

I should have avenged Sima Mulan immediately and sought justice for myself, but Sima Huilan had already entered the palace family as a palace lady.

She has the protection of Gong Wannian, with the help of the housekeeper and Zhao Lin, and the power of Mrs. Gong is very great, and I can't fight it at all with my own strength.

I chose to stay in the small county town and donate my life savings to an orphanage and become the director of the orphanage.

Respect me, call me Dean. Some of the people who look down on me call me crippled, and some call me lame.

With the identity of the director of the orphanage, I made an appointment to meet Gong Wannian on the pretext of soliciting sponsorship, and planned to take the opportunity to tell him that Sima Huilan was the fake palace lady.

I never thought that when I made an appointment to meet Gong Wannian, he had just passed away.

When I asked people how he died, some people said that he had a strange disease and died suddenly, and some people said that he had offended someone and was poisoned to death.

At that time, I concluded that Gong Wannian must have discovered Sima Huilan's true identity, so he was killed.

I was worried about the safety of Sima Mulan's descendants, so I continued to make an appointment to meet Mulan's eldest son, Gong Zhengqiang, on the pretext of soliciting sponsorship.

Gong Zhengqiang refused to see me, but donated a sum of money to the orphanage in his own name.

I made an appointment to meet Mulan's youngest son, Gong Zhenggang, who had the same way as his brother, refused to meet, and also donated a sum of money to the orphanage.

However, he wrote a letter to me, to the effect that his father had died, and he had no heart to participate in various activities, and that the economic power of the Gong family was in the hands of his mother, and if he thought that he had donated less, he could go directly to his mother, Sima Mulan.

Neither of these children knew that their current mother was not Sima Mulan at all.

I was very anxious, I wanted to see others but I didn't dare to reply.

Because the housekeeper of that house is Sima Huilan's person, and there is Zhao Lin to monitor it.

Even if I send the letter, it won't reach Gong Zhenggang's hand, but it will startle him and hurt him.

But if I don't tell him the truth, I am not sure, and I am worried that both of them will be killed by Sima Huilan like Gong Wannian.

In order to tell the truth to Gong Zhenggang, I asked people to bring a basket of pears and persimmons as a thank you gift for sponsorship.

The basket is deliberately made of wood, representing magnolias, pears and persimmons, representing the departed, and I imply to him in this way that the real Sima Mulan has passed away.

It's a pity that Gong Zhenggang didn't know the meaning of the basket of fruits I gave him, because he only glanced at it and refused to accept it.

I felt that I was not expressing it clearly enough, and the next day, I reloaded the basket of things.

It's still the same wooden basket, and I put a pear, a persimmon, a wooden pony, and a perennial green with a cut root.

The wooden pony represents the dead horse, that is, the Sima. The wooden basket is magnolia, and the pears and persimmons are the death.

Wan Nian Qing represents the palace ten thousand years, and the roots are cut, which means death, and it is a man-made death.

This time, I thought I was hinting at it obviously, but Gong Masagang still couldn't understand it, and not only did he not accept it, but he also thought that I was playing a prank and dropped the whole basket.

Gong Zhenggang didn't understand, so I had to hint at Gong Zhengqiang, after all, he also donated money to the orphanage, and I continued to give him fruits with special meaning in the name of thanks.

The same basket of things, Gong Zhengqiang accepted it.

Not long after, Gong Zhengqiang took the initiative to call me and asked to meet me.

We made an appointment to meet at a teahouse on North Street, and the time was set for 2 p.m.

That afternoon, I waited at the teahouse on time, but I didn't wait for Gong Zhengqiang until dark.

Just as I was about to go back, someone in the teahouse started talking.

"Have you heard? There was a tragedy in the Gong family, and six people died in a car accident, which is really tragic......"