The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

Zhang Ying pulled the man up and cried, "I believe you!"

Zhang Qingzhou hugged the woman he loved so much tightly: "Aying, I will never fall in love with her, even if she really marries me, even if she really gets pregnant with my child, I will never love her in this life."

"I know! I know everything! This is also my fault! I shouldn't have let her live here." Zhang Ying couldn't help but burst into tears.

In fact, she has been blaming herself these days. If she hadn't let Zhang Xiu move in, none of these things would have happened, and she might have been happy all her life.

It was all her fault, caused by her blindness.

Ye Qingzhou really did what he said. He didn't even sleep in Zhang Xiu's room on the wedding day. After the wedding ceremony, he hurriedly changed out of his wedding clothes and ran back to accompany Zhang Ying.

How could Zhang Xiu, who was always strong, admit defeat? Every day when Ye Qingzhou was not around, she would run to Zhang Ying's room and either verbally abuse her or provoke her in a sarcastic way.

At the beginning, Zhang Ying would argue with her, but after a long time, she stopped paying attention to her and even ignored her.

Zhang Ying seemed fine on the surface, but she had already hated herself in her heart. Every time when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would torture herself.

I kept asking myself again and again, why didn't I notice this ungrateful person since I was a child, why did I let him into my house! Why could she be so stupid!

It’s bad enough that I’m not living a happy life now, but even Ye Qingzhou is having trouble with it.

Ye Qingzhou, who was busy with work, thought that he had made things clear and the two could continue to be as happy as before.

It was not until three months later that Ye Qingzhou accidentally discovered that Zhang Ying began to mutter to herself, and sometimes he saw her secretly stuffing the fallen hair back into her head.

Ye Qingzhou thought she might be sick, and even invited the imperial physician from the palace several times, but each time Zhang Ying's performance was very normal, no different from that of an ordinary person.

On Zhang Ying's birthday, Ye Qingzhou came back late after discussing something with his colleagues. When he got home, Zhang Ying had already cut her wrists, blood was all over the floor, and her body was stiff.

There was also a suicide note left by Zhang Ying on the bed. All the words in it were blaming herself, and the rest were apologies to Ye Qingzhou and Ye Rongmi.

The funny thing is that Zhang Xiu's twins, a boy and a girl, were born the next day. Old Madam Ye said that there was a happy event in the family, so the funeral had to be held casually and Zhang Ying could rest in peace.

Ye Qingzhou later found out that Zhang Ying had never let him go and everything was just superficial.

After Zhang Ying died, Zhang Xiu became the only Mrs. Ye in the mansion. At first, many people talked about it, but as time went on, no one had the leisure to think about other people's family affairs.

Besides, every family in this capital city has some dirty deeds, so just treat it as a joke.

It’s just a pity for Ye Rongmi. She grew up with a wet nurse. At the beginning, Ye Qingzhou would visit her often.

But as time went by, she didn't know whether he was too busy or had forgotten that he had a daughter like her.

During the past ten years, Ye Rongmi also learned everything from her wet nurse, so she only hated Zhang Xiu.

Although Ye Rongmi was well dressed and well fed, she did not have a good life, after all, Zhang Xiu was the mistress of the house.

When paying respects every day, they were either punished to kneel or scolded. It was common to kneel in the snow in winter and to be exposed to the sun in summer.

For fifteen years, ever since she was old enough to remember, she had been tortured like this by Zhang Xiu.

The first thing she thought of when she was captured by the bandits was that she would never be able to go back, and her mother would never let her go back.

Because she would definitely put an unclean hat on herself, and if she went back, she would definitely feel that she had affected her daughter's marriage.

In the end, he would just throw her a white silk or give her a cup of poisoned wine.

Anyway, if she went back, she would not be able to survive. In this case, she might as well die now.

Ye Rongmi, whose eyes were calm, whispered about her past. Nan Xing frowned as he listened, turned around, twisted the handkerchief and handed it to her.

Ye Rongmi put the handkerchief on her eyes and whispered, "So I can't go back. Although I don't miss this home much, I have nowhere else to go."

Song Yunran was so angry that she wanted to curse, what a bastard, who stole her own sister's husband and tortured him to death.

How strong is this person's heart! He actually dares to live there and is not afraid of having nightmares in the middle of the night.

Nan Xing said angrily: "If you don't want to go back, then don't go back. The world is so big that there is no place where you can't find a place to stay."

"Why don't you go back? I'll take you back tomorrow. I also want to see what this shameless woman looks like."

Song Yunran planned to take Ye Rongmi to study, otherwise, with her quail-like temper, she would be bullied to death when she returned home.

However, she had to make a good plan before going back. Song Yunran, who had already thought about how to deal with that bad woman, couldn't help but look at Nanxing with a wicked smile.

"Get some paper and pen!"

When Nanxing saw his girl smiling like this, he felt relieved and smiled more when he looked at Ye Rongmi.

Song Yunran took the paper and pen and started writing quickly. Nanxing and Ye Rongmi looked at each other in confusion and then leaned over to take a look.

It takes up five full pages, densely packed with stories adapted by Song Yunran.

Song Yunran looked at the stunned Ye Rongmi, smiled and said, "Is there a place for storytelling in the city?"

"Yes, there are storytellers in the two largest restaurants. Are you going to ask them to tell this story?"

Ye Rongmi looked at Song Yunran with an embarrassed expression. She had never done such a bold thing before. Although she was a little scared, she was more expectant.

"What's the problem? I didn't mention her by name, don't you want to vent your anger?"

"I do! Of course I do!" Upon hearing that she could vent her anger, Ye Rongmi became visibly excited and nodded vigorously.

Seeing that she was finally getting angry, Song Yunran smiled and asked her to copy with him. The three of them chatted and laughed as they copied the adapted story.

"Nanxing, tomorrow you take these two copies to the storyteller, give them some silver, and ask them to tell the story for ten days or half a month."

Nan Xing, who had been feeling unhappy for a long time, took the stack of papers and said happily, "I know. I'll go there early in the morning."

Song Yunran was afraid that Ye Rongmi would be depressed when she was alone, so she asked her to sleep with him.

Anyway, besides the bed, there is also a tatami in the room, so Song Yunran could accept not sleeping in the same room together.

Ye Rongmi looked at Song Yunran through the moonlight, and was so fascinated that she couldn't help but look at him. She didn't even notice that Song Yunran turned around.