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　　 "Wow, miss, this servant really saw miss!" 　　 "This servant knew that I would be able to see miss underneath here!" 　　 Fuling hugged Qin Wan and burst into tears. "Don't be afraid, this servant comes to accompany miss. If Miss is gone, this servant also cannot live. We as a master and servant should accompany each other on the Huangquan[1] Road ..."   　　 Fu Ling's cry echoed throughout the West Garden. Zhao Momo 's eyes widened. The people outside the courtyard were shocked and speechless. Ms. Jiang's brow furrowed as she heard the movement, and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard. 　　 Qin Wan patted Fuling's back, "You are not dead." 　　 Fu Ling tears stopped and looked up with tears in her face. She looked at Qin Wan suspiciously, Qin Wan's thin lips slightly moved, "I'm also not dead." 　　 Fu Ling froze, and then her mouth opened, slightly surprised, suddenly she felt so...

            Ms. Jiang's speech was very slow, and Ms.Lin's lips moved slightly, didn’t speak anymore. 　　 If Qin Wan is revived, they should immediately seek a doctor for treatment, but Ms. Jiang disapproved and says that there is the masters behind her. Obviously, Ms. Jiang thinks that Qin Wan's resurrection is mostly a cult of evil. 　　 After a slight pause, Ms. Jiang's commanded again slowly, "Pass the order, the young masters and misses are forbidden to take a step closer to West Garden, and you all ... Ninth Miss is just sick, if I know there is a gossip, I will immediately sell you away!" 　　 Everyone immediately bowed their heads in response, and no longer dared to look anymore. 　　 Ms. Jiang ’s glanced at Qin Wan again, her eyes as if she was looking at some dirt with disgust, and then turned around and went out, “Lock here, and don’t open it without my orders! Discuss this when the ceremony ended ! " 　　 Ms. Jiang turn her back and murmured softly,...

Although the sky was already slightly bright, there was a dead body lying in the room. Even though Zhao  Momo  had lived for half a lifetime, she couldn ’ t help but feel disheartend. She cast a sidelong glance at the coffin, she hurriedly turned her head and stopped looking. As soon as Zhao  Momo  turned her head, Qin Wan ’ s eyes opened. The dying air on her face has not dissipated. Her eyes are as dark as an abyss. She looks straight at the roof, there is a flash of stern glimmer in her eyes... But soon, her eyes were completely darkened. She already had consciousness a few hours before, she thought it was a strange dream, but it was getting longer, and she slowly realized that it was not a dream at all. Not a dream, then what is it? Royal and brave Marquis Manor, Qin Clan, Second house, third house, orphan girl, Ninth Miss, jumping over the lake... She is not clear about the second house, third house, and Ninth Miss. But she knows The...

At dawn, Zhao Momo [i] sighed deeply outside the mourning hall. "What lousy luck, we have been picked to guard the bier [ii] ." Yang Momo yawned and looked intolerant. "That is, the younger the more ominous. Ninth Miss is only sixteen years old. I heard that when she was scooped out from the lake her eyes were still open. Thinking about it really making people’s flesh creep." "You didn't see it. When the old madam knew, her face turned white. She didn't even want to handle the funeral arrangement. If not because afraid that her soul didn’t disperse, Perhaps when they found it yesterday morning she would have been buried straight out." The mourning lamp under the eaves of a veranda was dim, The two people were sitting on a low stool at the doorway, the paper money bowl beside her foot long ago didn’t have the fire. Inside the room, a lone figure placed on the open coffin. The girl on the coffin was wearing a plain sh...

Qin Wan is getting more and more difficult to breathe, her consciousness is also getting more and more blurred. She can't speak, yet speak without sound. The man knows that she is begging for mercy, but the man looking at Qin Wan indifferently. His hand’s strength is getting more and more powerful. Qin Wan only felt that her neck was about to break, she was going to die... At this moment, a footstep sounded. Qin Wan’s eyes brighten with hope. However, when she heard the voice of the people who came, that strand of hope was completely extinguished. "You... are you going to kill her?!" The woman’s voice trembled. "She, she is Qin family's legitimate daughter after all!" The man's hand is vicious yet his voice is calm. “The Qin family keeps her as waste, not to mention that she saw us, cannot be spared.” The woman is still hesitating, "but... but she is..." "No, spare her then we are dead." T...

The night rain is approaching, A fierce wind sprang up in the black bamboo forest. The shadows of the trees are in a turmoil like monsters who bare fangs and brandish claws. The forest is pitch-dark; it seems like hiding man-eating ghosts. However, none of them as frightening as the footsteps behind Qin Wan. Qin Wan was out of breath. She ran while looking back. Ca ught up!   That person is going to catch up! The shiny black eyes were full of tears, Qin Wan holds her skirt and ran wildly to the bamboo forest exit with her full strength. Cold sweat dripping all over, steps like flying, but she did not expect a dead twig to appear at her feet. Qin Wan suddenly slips and fell forward! The dull pain in her knee made her eyes teary, but she didn't dare to waste time; she gritted her teeth and about to climb up. Suddenly, a figure from her back caught her ankle. Qin Wan suddenly opened her eyes; shouted in a shrill voice: "Don't - help -...

Qin Wan did not bother  other  people discussion. Reincarnated in somebody else’s body is absurd. Even she did not react. She only fixedly looked at Fu Ling, entering the house without scruple. After that, she hugged her hanging legs. Fu Ling was wearing a mourning apparel, her neck was hung on a cotton rope,  her  body was already stiff. As soon as Qin Wan hugged her, she did not move. She turned her head and looked at Zhao  Momo , who was still at the entrance of the courtyard. "Help!" Zhao  Momo  trembled, like an obedient puppet, immediately entered the house. Taking avail at this moment, Qin Wan glanced at the room. The room was simplely arranged, the utensils were neatly arranged, the stool under Fu Ling’s foot slant backwards without any trace of struggle. Waiting for Zhao  Momo  entered the house, Qin Wan said, "Slow." Qin Wan didn’t say many words, but every word has the power to oppress. Zhao  Momo ...