The adopted daughter returns with a new face

In the whistling cold wind, Lan Rufeng stood in front of the black shadow, slowly squatted down, looked at the man who was hit by her golden needle, reached out and pinched his chin, and a round and ordinary face of about twenty-four or twenty-five years old fell into her eyes.

"Who are you?" Yang Duan asked in surprise, looking at the man in black with a face mask in front of him.

"You interrupted me. Tell me, who are you? Why did you dig up Liang Zihan's grave? What did you feed her just now? Isn't she dead?" Lan Rufeng asked, letting go of the man's chin and clapping his hands.

Yang Duan looked at the person in front of him, listened to the clear voice, and thought of the person who hid in the dark and poisoned the three members of the Liang family. He asked tentatively: "Are you the one who escaped the assassination of Liang Boshan in Dingyu County? You poisoned Liang Boshan and his wife, and you also poisoned Liang Zihan?"

"Boy, you don't seem to understand the situation. Your life is in my hands and you have no right to speak. If you don't tell the truth, I will not be polite." After Lan Rufeng finished speaking, he turned his hand and another golden needle appeared, pointing it directly at the man's forehead.

Yang Duan looked at the golden needle pressed against his forehead and confessed: "My name is Yang Duan, and I am the son of Yang Ying, the steward of Dingyu County."

"It's you!" Lan Rufeng was a little surprised to hear that it was Yang Duan and took back the golden needle. A moan sounded in his ears. He turned around and saw Liang Zihan woke up. There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes. He drew out the dagger from his waist with his backhand, turned around and pressed her acupoints directly.

Liang Zihan had just woken up and hadn't figured out what was going on when a masked man in black pressed his acupoints and he couldn't move. "You, who are you?"

"Liang Zihan, you are not dead yet. I will send you to hell myself." Lan Rufeng said angrily. He swung the dagger in his hand. Liang Zihan's scream rang out, startling the birds in Fupo Mountain to flutter their wings.

"No, don't kill me..." Liang Zihan screamed in pain, her teeth chattering, but she couldn't move her body and could only cry for help.

"Why didn't you let me go when I begged you? My face looks like neither human nor ghost. It's all because of you. How can you have the nerve to let me let you go?" Lan Rufeng's words immediately told Yang Duan and Liang Zihan her identity. She slashed Liang Zihan's face with the dagger in her hand, causing Liang Zihan to scream in pain.

"Princess, don't kill her. She is still useful to me." Yang Duan was so scared that he stopped Lan Rufeng and couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

"What else do you want to do with her?" Lan Rufeng asked calmly. She didn't believe that Liang Boshan and his wife had been killed by her. Who else would Yang Duan want to threaten with Liang Zihan?

"Someone wants to use her life to threaten Prince Rong." Yang Duan did not hide it from Lan Rufeng.

"Threatening Mu Rongchen?" Lan Rufeng sneered: "Using a woman to threaten a man is also a useless thing. Liang Zihan must die in my hands. My face is ruined, why should I let her live?"

Yang Duan was speechless after hearing what Lan Rufeng said, and he didn't dare to tell her who wanted to use Liang Zihan to threaten Mu Rongchen.

Lan Rufeng looked indifferently at Liang Zihan, who was screaming in agony. Unable to bear the piercing sound, he stabbed the dagger in her left heart, completely killing her chance of survival.

Yang Duan was so frightened by Lan Rufeng's cruel methods that he kept swallowing his saliva. He saw her stretch out her hand, grab Liang Zihan's arm, lift him up, throw him into the coffin like garbage, cover the coffin and walk towards him. He was terrified, afraid that she would kill him.

Lan Rufeng sucked towards Yang Duan's left shoulder, and the golden needle was sucked out by her. She ordered: "Dig up the graves of Liang Boshan and his wife."

"Princess, why are you digging up their graves?" Yang Duan asked timidly.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Go dig the grave quickly." Lan Rufeng scolded. Yang Duan didn't dare to say anything and obediently went to dig the grave.

Lan Rufeng walked to the tree where he had hidden when he came here, took out the lantern and shovel, and began to fill Liang Zihan's grave.

After Yang Duan dug up the two graves, she opened the coffin lids with her hands and smelled a disgusting odor, confirming that her poison was not in vain. Liang Boshan and his wife were indeed dead. Still not satisfied, she took a dagger and stabbed each of them twice in the left chest, asking Yang Duan to fill the grave.

Only then did Yang Duan understand why Lan Rufeng asked him to dig the grave. It turned out that she was worried about him because he saved Liang Zihan, so she wanted to check whether the two were dead. She stabbed the corpse twice, which scared Yang Duan so much that he couldn't stop shaking all over. He picked up the shovel and worked hard to fill the grave.

Only Lan Rufeng could think of digging up the grave in the middle of the night. Because Liang Zihan did not die at her hands, she felt sorry for the original owner and wanted to vent her anger, so she came here with her weapons in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, she met Yang Duan. If she hadn't come, Liang Zihan would have escaped death. She was really glad that she came.

"Huh!" Yang Duan collapsed on the ground after filling the grave. He looked at Lan Rufeng who was sitting on the grass beside him and asked, "Princess, why did you come here in the middle of the night?"

"Because I am unwilling to accept that Liang Zihan did not die in my hands, I will return to her everything she did to me, and make her an ugly ghost in hell." Lan Rufeng did not hide anything from Yang Duan.

Yang Duan had not expected that a girl's jealousy could be so terrible, so he asked cautiously, "Princess, is Mrs. Lin really the wet nurse's daughter, Qianqian?"

"She's gone, you should leave quickly too! Otherwise you might fall into Mu Rongchen's hands and lose your life." Lan Rufeng reminded Yang Duan to leave Beijing and stood up with his weapon.

"Thank you, Princess. Those innocent people who died in vain back then can now rest in peace." Yang Duan's great revenge was achieved, and the hatred that had been weighing on his heart was lifted like a heavy burden. He stood up with a shovel and took the lantern that was inserted nearby.

The original owner's memory of Yang Duan stopped before she was ten years old. When the original owner was a child, Yang Duan was also very nice to her and always caught crickets for her to play with.

"You just said that someone wants to use Liang Zihan to threaten Mu Rongchen. Can you tell me who it is?" Lan Rufeng asked as he walked while holding his weapon.

Yang Duan did not hide the truth from Lan Rufeng and told him the fact that he had escaped the disaster and went to Beili Kingdom.

Lan Rufeng heard this and said: "You are from the South. Are you really willing to betray your country and work for Beili?"

"Of course I don't want to, so when the princess killed Liang Zihan just now, I didn't say much." Yang Duan would naturally not betray his country. Even if his relatives were killed, he did not forget that he was a southerner.

"Don't go to Beili. Find a place to settle down, get married and have children, and start a new life." Lan Rufeng persuaded Yang Duan to stop, took out a silver note from his arms and handed it to him: "Take it and leave the capital."

Yang Duan looked at the folded banknote that Lan Rufeng handed over under the dim firelight. He felt warm in his heart and shook his head: "Princess, I don't want it. I have hands and feet and can support myself."

"I know that you have been an honest person since you were young. This is a gift from me to help you settle down as a family. Keep it! Otherwise, the friendship we have built over the years will be gone." Lan Rufeng had to put pressure on Yang Duan.

Yang Duan looked at Lan Rufeng. He thought there was still someone in this world who cared about him. He didn’t want to lose this friendship, so he reached out to take the banknote and knelt down to express his gratitude.

"A man's knees are made of gold. Get up quickly. Qianqian has gone to find her happiness. I hope you can also find your happiness, hide your identity and live a peaceful life from now on." Lan Rufeng reached out and pulled Yang Duan up, as if to repay the original owner.

"I will listen to the princess." Yang Duan agreed temporarily, and promised to find a place to hide his identity and live an ordinary life.

Lan Rufeng raised his hand, patted Yang Duan's shoulder and said, "I'll go first." Then he went straight down the mountain.

Yang Duan watched Liang Ziyu leave, then he lowered his head to look at the banknote in his hand. After a while, he put it in his arms and slowly walked down the mountain.