Author: Feng Si Niang

Du Ruolan also heard the cry. At that time, she had already fled around Du Zhilan's yard in a panic.

She just came here to show off and see this eldest sister.

However, there was a banquet in the house today, and the manpower was temporarily insufficient. Du Zhilan did not have as many maids as before.

When she came, Du Zhilan was sleeping soundly, and next to her was a little girl who was so tired that she was lying on the couch.

At that time, the girl was holding a wet towel in her hand to wipe Du Zhilan's face. Du Zhilan's face was leaning on the other side of the towel, but the little girl fell into a drowsy sleep.

As long as Du Zhilan is alive for one day, she might suddenly think of what happened that day...

As soon as Du Ruolan had this idea in her mind, the thought of killing Du Zhilan grew like weeds...

Right now, no one happens to know that she has been here...

Du Ruolan somehow managed to step forward, gently took the little maid's hand that was holding the towel, moved it two inches, and attached it to Du Zhilan's mouth and nose...

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When Mrs. Du heard the cry, she was frightened to death, and she quickly stumbled back with others, even accidentally tripping many times on the way.

When she was half-carried to the bed surrounded by people, she suddenly felt that the blood all over her body had solidified. Her heart, which had been slowly improving because her daughter woke up, suddenly fell into the ice cellar.

She felt that her heart would never beat freshly again in this life.

"My son, what's wrong with you! Isn't it better?"

Mrs. Du gently hugged Du Zhilan, her whole body was trembling, and even Du Zhilan was like leaves shaking and falling in the wind, not knowing when they would return to dust.

Even the onlookers knew that it was only a matter of time.

Du Zhilan weakly raised her hand, put it on Mrs. Du's shoulder, and forced a smile: "Mom, please stop crying, the baby is here..."

She slowly put her head on Mrs. Du's shoulder and saw her own ghostly appearance in the rhombus mirror.

"Ah -" she let out a short, harsh scream, but then her bandaged head felt so painful that it was about to split. She fell heavily into the soft quilt on the bed and fell into coma again.

When she opened her eyes again, Du Zhilan felt that all the strength in her body had been spent. In fact, she had just passed out after a cup of tea.

At this time, it was not like before, she was the only one around.

Through the layers of gauze curtains, Du Zhilan vaguely heard the voice of her mother and the man talking:

"Madam, the eldest lady's eyelids are bleeding and her lips are cyanotic. This is obviously a sign of suffocation, and it is the most nerve-wracking. The eldest lady has suffered an injury before, and the two sides are combined. I am afraid that the eldest lady is..."

"You're talking nonsense! What kind of quack are you? The master has already sent a sign to the palace to ask the royal doctor to see you. Don't let me see you again! Get out!"

The sound of the sound sounded again, and Du Zhilan felt a splitting headache. When the headache finally stopped, she heard the faint sound of a woman crying again:

"Madam, this slave is really unjust. It's true that I accidentally fell asleep due to exhaustion, but I don't dare to cover the eldest lady's mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief! And I just want to wipe the left side of the eldest lady.

A little stain on the face will not touch the lips and nose... Madam, this slave is really unjust..."

Later, Du Zhilan couldn't hear anything anymore. An unstoppable beep echoed in her ears, and the whole world was turned upside down...

Her eyelids seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, always wanting to droop; her eyes seemed to be flashing with a revolving door, and many things she had never thought of buried deep in her memory emerged one by one...

Then when she was about to fall asleep, someone shook her shoulders. When she opened her eyes, her mother's lips were opening and closing, but she couldn't hear anything clearly.

She knew her time had come, so she stammered out a few words: "That day... it was Du Ruolan, He, He, Sheng Yu..."

These words seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and then she tried to open her eyes, wanting to remember her mother's appearance in the last moments of her life. She also felt that she had regained two parts of her strength: "Mom, I am now better than just now.

It looks much better..."

Without waiting for Mrs. Du's answer, Du Zhilan breathed her last in her mother's arms.

"No! Zhilan! Wake up! What will your mother do if you die? At your age, it is your mother who should die..."

Mrs. Du held Du Zhilan who had just taken her last breath, crying loudly without any image of a noble lady, her hairpin rings were scattered, as if she was about to shed a lifetime of tears.

Her tears fell heavily on Du Zhilan's body, and she didn't know how much she shed until Du Zhilan's body became slightly cold.

She refused to let anyone in, and refused anyone to prepare for Du Zhilan's funeral.

It wasn't until late at night that Du Shengping went in to persuade and then ordered his servants to prepare things. He looked as if he was ten years older than he was sad.

If she could, how much she wanted to follow Zhi Lan, but before Huang Quan saw her daughter, she still had a mother's task that she had not completed:

She wanted Du Ruolan and Sheng Yu to live in a life worse than death.

For several days in a row, Mrs. Du prepared the funeral arrangements for Du Zhilan in a taciturn manner, like a well-mannered zombie.

Those who contacted her were both sad for her and also secretly frightened.

Du Shengping felt that it was not that he did not feel distressed when his eldest daughter died, but why did he choose this day? It was as if they were destined to be in conflict with each other.

He had no legitimate sons or concubines, and only had four daughters. For him, he would have many more children, and his official career was prosperous, so it was really not the right time to die.

And since people are dead, the living must continue. How about the marriage with the Sheng family? The Xue family owes him a favor...and she, the imperial wife, must go out to socialize!

Before he could think of how to speak to Madam, Madam Du had already adjusted her mood and became even calmer and rational.

She said that she agreed to continue the marriage with the Sheng family, and that she was willing to take the second daughter Du Ruolan under her lap and marry Sheng Yu in a glorious manner as her legitimate daughter. The dowry specifications would be the same as Du Zhilan's.

"Can't we just use Zhilan's share?"

Mrs. Du suddenly turned around and looked directly at her husband, as if she didn't know the person she had been sleeping with for more than ten years at all: "Husband, don't forget, Zhilan also has a biological sister."

Moreover, is Du Ruolan worthy of being a murderer?

Anyway, it's Hua Gong's money. As long as she doesn't get involved in the dowry prepared for Zhilan, Du Ruolan can take away as much money as she wants from her family.

Anyway, she is destined to die.

Du Shengping was also speechless. These words were inappropriate for a mother who had just lost her beloved daughter. Moreover, he was also upset that he had forgotten the existence of his third daughter.

The third daughter, Du Weilan and Zhilan, are from the same mother and have a very close relationship.

But she is more thorny than her sister, and she is not very respectful to her father.

Just before Du Zhilan's accident, their father and daughter had just had a big quarrel. The third daughter packed up her luggage and went to her maternal grandfather's house in Zhejiang in anger, and threatened to never come back.

Mrs. Du was caught in a dilemma, so she let her little daughter go, and she stayed there for only a few months and then came back.

During these days, she was busy taking care of her eldest daughter, and she didn't even write to her younger daughter about her sister.

Unexpectedly, this departure would be a farewell forever.
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