The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

The girl slowly stopped only when Song Yunran fell asleep on the bed.

Nan Xing quickly shook Song Yunran who was sleeping soundly: "Girl, girl!"

"Are you done crying?" Song Yunran squinted his eyes and didn't hear any crying, so he got up, rubbed his eyes and asked.

Then he looked at the crying girl with peach-like eyes. He wanted to pour her a cup of tea, but found that the water was cold.

"Nanxing, go get some hot water."

After Nanxing walked out, Song Yunran sat next to the girl.

"Have you cried enough? Then let's have a good chat. I have already introduced myself in the carriage. My name is Song Yunran. What's yours? Can you introduce yourself?"

After a while, the other party still didn't speak. Song Yunran thought she would ignore him and was wondering whether to talk about other topics.

"My name is Ye Rongmi." Her voice was so hoarse that Song Yunran was worried that her throat might be damaged.

"You don't want to go home, right? Then can you tell me why?"

"I can't go back, I can never go back." Ye Rongmi's voice was very soft, as if she was muttering to herself. It was unclear whether she was talking to Song Yunran or to herself.

Song Yunran looked at her long eyelashes with tears hanging on them. She was trembling slightly, and the sadness in her eyes was overflowing.

Nanxing came back with hot water, first poured it for her, and then handed her a hot towel.

After a long time, Ye Rongmi's emotions finally stabilized.

Song Yunran coaxed gently: "Can you tell me why you can't go back?"

“My mother won’t let me go back.”

"How is that possible? She would be so happy if you could return safely. How could she not let you go?"

Song Yunran was wondering what kind of perverted mother could be. She let her daughter escape death but still refused to let her go home. Could she be her stepmother?

Ye Rongmi smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I am the eldest daughter of the Shangshu Mansion. My mother died a long time ago. The one who is in charge of the family now is my aunt, who is also my mother's biological sister."

It turned out to be a stepmother, but Song Yunran still couldn't understand it. The stepmother was her own aunt, so she should be living a good life! At least it was better than other women being her mother!

After all, the relationship between the two is so close, so he will take care of his sister's child to some extent.

"Then why can't you go home?"

"My mother, Zhang Ying, was once one of the most beautiful women in the capital. She and my father fell in love at first sight. My family was also very satisfied with this marriage, and they got married soon."

Song Yunran held her face with both hands, looking at the pale-faced Ye Rongmi. The more she listened, the more confused she became.

She felt that it was quite difficult to marry the one she loved here, and her parents could be considered a couple who finally got married.

"But I didn't expect that my aunt also fell in love with my father. Because the two families lived close to each other, she came to my mother's house every day to play with her. She said that her sister got married suddenly and she was a little uncomfortable.

In fact, these were all her excuses. My mother loved her very much when she was at home, and thought that she really couldn't bear to leave her, so she let her move into the house.

In this way, she came to my house to stay every few days until my mother became pregnant with me.

Later, she took advantage of my mother's pregnancy and drugged my father. My mother was already nine months pregnant at that time.

That day, my mother thought that my father was still in the study so late, so she thought of sending him some midnight snacks. But she saw the two of them hugging each other in their untidy clothes.

My mother gave birth prematurely due to excitement. After giving birth to me, she could not accept this fact. Before my mother was out of confinement, my aunt deliberately provoked my mother and told her that she was pregnant.

Moreover, the two families also discussed having my father marry my aunt as his co-wife.

My mother got irritated and got up and beat her like crazy: "Why? Why do you treat me like this! From childhood to adulthood, whenever you wanted something, I always gave it to you! Why do you treat me like this!"

Zhang Xiu looked at Zhang Ying, who was in great pain, and grabbed her hand with a twisted smile on his face.

"Give way to me? Haha...! Do I need you to give way? Did I ask you to give way?

Why can you marry the person you like, but I can only be at the mercy of my parents? I told them that I don't like him, but my parents wouldn't listen and insisted that I marry him.

How am I worse than you! Apart from my appearance, I am no worse than you in terms of knowledge and education. How can a rude general be worthy of me! "

Looking at this strange sister, Zhang Ying couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, and cursed fiercely: "Then you shouldn't destroy my happiness like this! I am your sister, your real sister!"

"So what? If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. I am only working for my own happiness in the second half of my life.

And I don't intend to kill you, as long as you stay in your own yard quietly, I will at least show some mercy because you are my sister."

Zhang Xiu looked at Zhang Ying's charming face with jealousy, wishing he could go up and tear her to pieces.

From childhood to adulthood, people would only say that her name, Zhang Ying, suited her appearance, with a good-looking appearance and even a voice as sweet as a yellow warbler.

Every time she heard someone compare her with Zhang Ying, she wanted to kill the other person. Why was she inferior to her sister in everything when they were born of the same parents?

The more Zhang Xiu thought about it, the more ruthless he became. He raised his hand to grab Zhang Ying's face, but Ye Qingzhou arrived in time and stopped him.

Looking at his wife who had turned pale, he gritted his teeth and yelled at Zhang Xiu, "Get out!"

No matter how unwilling she was, Zhang Xiu couldn't make a scene in front of him. She glared at Zhang Ying fiercely and then walked away.

There were only two people left in the room. Ye Qingzhou went forward and hugged Zhang Ying, who was already crying. "Aying, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for you!"

The two of them just shed tears silently, and Ye Rongmi, who was still in her cradle, seemed to sense her parents' sadness and started crying too.

Zhang Ying touched her face and pushed Ye Qingzhou away: "Be good, baby, don't cry! Mom is here!"

It was not until the wet nurse took Ye Rongmi away that Ye Qingzhou stepped forward and knelt down in front of Zhang Ying with a plop.

Although Zhang Ying was very sad, she was still moved when she saw her husband kneeling in front of her.

"Master, what are you doing? Get up!"

No matter what Zhang Ying said or how she pulled Ye Qingzhou, he just refused to get up.

"That night, Zhang Xiu brought some soup to the study room and said you asked her to bring it, so I didn't think much about it and drank it directly. When I woke up, I had already made a big mistake.

I know it's useless for me to say anything now, but I don't want a rift between us because of her. Ah Ying, you are the only one in my heart, you know that."

At this time, Ye Qingzhou's eyes were already red. Looking at his wife who was once as beautiful as a flower, but now looked so haggard, he felt guilty and helpless. Even his explanation seemed a little powerless.