Murong was wearing a bright red wedding dress, her whole body was dazzling and rich, and she sat in front of her aloofly, throwing a dagger to her.
She knelt on the ground and begged, with scars crisscrossing her face and body.
Not far away is my grandmother who is on the verge of death and dying.
"Only I am worthy of him in this world. And you are just a pig we raise for blood supply. What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"
"If it weren't for the ancestral strange disease in the Gu family that needs your blood to cure, why would I bother raising a lowly servant like you?"
"You ugly monster, let alone marry you, even if I just look at you, I'm afraid Yilan won't be able to do it!"
"If you want to save your grandmother, you can...gouge out your eyes with your own hands and give them to me as a wedding gift. I can consider letting her go!"
The sharp, mean and contemptuous voice still rings in my ears, and my grandmother's attachment and unwillingness to pity her before her death are still before my eyes.
Mu Yunhan's heart was as sharp as a knife, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
After so long, she thought she could face it calmly, but at this moment, standing in this place, facing these people in front of her, she still couldn't calm down.
She lowered her eyes and tried her best not to look at Gu Yilan, Yu's mother, or any of the furnishings in the room.
She was afraid that every time she looked at it, the hatred that had been hidden in her heart for many years, and which she almost thought had calmed down, would burst out uncontrollably!
Gu Yilan looked at her silently and gestured to Yu's mother.
Mother Yu nodded and said softly: "This old slave is a son of Muhou Mansion. Our ancestors have been making medicine for girls for generations...
When I was a child, I followed my mother to cook this medicine. This medicine is precious and expensive. There can be no mistakes in the time and heat of putting each medicine into the soup, otherwise it will affect the efficacy of the medicine.
The old slave has been studying with my mother for more than ten years. Only in my early twenties did they dare to let me make my own medicine.
In the beginning, it was for the girls who had just been selected into the house. As time went on, it was for the ladies in the house.
It was said that the old slave was good at craftsmanship and the medicine he brewed was very effective. After my aunt was born, the old lady sent the old slave to serve her.
She was given all the good medicines and supplements, as if they were free of charge, because the old man said that the priest's wife must be from the direct lineage.
Only in this way can we ensure the glory and wealth of our direct descendants. Otherwise, once those poor people become the wives of priests, and the poor suddenly become rich, there is no telling what ugly things they will do.
Everyone said that my aunt was very talented and had one of the most pure blood, which was rare to see in a hundred years. The old slave also always thought that she was so honored.
Until that year's clan general election, a little girl named Mu Yunhan was elected..."
Mother Yu stopped talking, glanced at Mu Yunhan in horror, and knelt down: "Miss, please forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you, but the girl, she does have the same name as you."
Mu Yunhan's face was expressionless and silent.
Gu Yilan glanced at her and raised her hand: "I forgive you, please continue."
Mother Yu bowed again and said softly: "That girl became famous when she was first selected. Everyone knows that she is extremely talented.
The old slave remembers that day, my aunt got very angry and smashed everything in the house...
The old man and the old lady talked to her behind closed doors, and she got better again. They made friends with the little girl affectionately." (To be continued)