The White Demon

I saw a woman with a high bun, her hair full of gold and jade hairpins, and wearing gorgeous clothes, slowly walking into the main courtyard.

"Who are you?..." Ye Qingwan saw that the visitor had some vague guesses in his mind, but for the sake of safety, she still asked out loud.

When the visitor saw her shabby clothes, dark circles under her eyes, and her look of not recognizing anyone, he became even more arrogant: "Ye Qingwan, I didn't expect that a fool like you could come back?! How come you were beaten just after coming back? Hehehe, do you know who beat you? Do you want your sister to help you vent your anger?"

Ye Qingpan smiled with a proud look on his face.

Ye Qingwan gritted her teeth and curled her lips coldly, "Are you Ye Qingpan?" In her memory, this half sister had a lot of glorious deeds stored in her mind. Today she could thank her properly.

But now, she still lacks an opportunity.

Ye Qingpan continued to make noise without knowing whether to live or die:

"Oh, you're not completely stupid yet. You even know my name!" She held a silk handkerchief in her hand, covered her lips and chuckled.

Senior Brother Seventeen frowned and stood in front of Ye Qingwan, "Don't be rude!"

Duke Tang and his wife just stood by and watched as his concubine's younger sister acted so arrogantly. As an outsider, he really couldn't stand it anymore.

Ye Qingwan patted his shoulder and said, "Senior Brother Seventeen, this is my family matter. Don't worry, I can handle it."

"Junior sister, if you need anything, remember to ask senior brother for help!"

Seeing that Senior Brother Seventeen's concern did not seem fake, Ye Qingwan slightly curved her lips, nodded and said "hmm".

At this time, the Duke's wife finally stepped forward and said with a smile: "Aiya, Wanwan, although your sister's words are not very pleasant to hear, she has a good heart. When she saw you being beaten, she naturally wanted to help you vent your anger... Don't mind it!"

Oh, what a kind heart! Never mind!

With parents like this, it is no wonder that Ye Qingpan is so rampant and has no bottom line.

Digging out other people's spiritual roots, poisoning them, piercing their hearts with a sword, and throwing them off a cliff... Is this what you call kindness? !

Insults, ridicule, and contempt, can we just ignore them?

With such a tea mother, it is hard to imagine what kind of treatment Ye Qingwan had suffered in the past...

Children without mothers really have a miserable life!

Ye Qingwan glanced at the Duke's wife coldly, but the next second her eyes curved and her red lips lifted slightly, "Okay! I don't mind..."

She also knows how to make tea with tea!

The whole courtyard was suddenly filled with peace and brightness.

However, suddenly, Ye Qingwan grabbed Ye Qingpan's hair and threw her directly into the window of the main courtyard.

"Bang!" The wooden window shattered instantly.

"Ah——!" Ye Qingpan screamed and fell into the bedroom.

At the same time, the sound of things being smashed down in the room continued to be heard...

Everyone present was shocked by Ye Qingwan's actions.

"Oh my! My antique paintings and calligraphy! My eight-immortal table!" The Duke's wife screamed and rushed into the house in a panic...

Soon after, several maids and old women followed into the bedroom.

When Duke Tang turned around to arrange Ye Qingwan's accommodation, this was the scene he saw.

He looked at his empty bedroom, his hands trembling, and was so anxious that he was about to cry, but he didn't dare to. "Oh, Wanwan, what are you doing?" Then he rushed in.

You know, his most private things are hidden there, and they can't be seen by the servants...

In this way, a group of people gathered in a small room, each busy with their own things, and inevitably there was another round of chaos in the bedroom...

In a moment,

Ye Qingpan was finally helped up, but when she saw her again, the hairpins on her head had already fallen off and bent, and her smooth bun was in disarray, a mess...

The gorgeous robe had been rubbed by the window sills and had been torn. She was so angry that she was going crazy in the house, "Hey! Ye Qingwan, are you sick? What's wrong with you?!"

Ye Qingwan crossed her arms and said quietly:

"Hey, sister Pan'er, why are you talking like that? I just thought your hairpin was pretty and wanted to take a look, but I didn't expect your hand to be so heavy. Hey, please don't mind it!"

Ye Qingwan looked at her hands innocently, "Ah, why are my hands so strong..."

The maids and servants outside the courtyard were often bullied and oppressed by this family. When they saw them collectively getting their comeuppance, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

At this moment, there was applause from the door. "Well done, great job!"

When Ye Qingwan heard the voice, she looked and saw a tall man in red leaning against the door frame with an evil smile on his face.

It's him?

Ye Qingwan was so surprised that she stood there in a daze.

Isn’t this the man in red who was the first one in the pottery shop to speak up and testify for her?

How come he is here?

Is it...

Ye Qingwan was still hesitating, but she heard Duke Tang scolding her harshly: "You rebellious son, what are you still doing standing there? Why don't you come over and help?"

"Hey, here I come! Dad!" As the man passed by Ye Qingwan, he gave her a wicked smile, "Hello, Sister Wan! I'm your idle brother - Tang Xian!"

He agreed readily, but walked leisurely. The weather was not hot, but he still held a folding fan in his hand and waved it in front of him...

He stopped at the window and asked, "Dad, have you arranged a place for my sister Wan to live?"

However, at this moment, Duke Tang had no time to care about Ye Qingwan's life or death. He stretched his neck out of the window and glanced at Ye Qingwan, "Let her go to Lanyue Pavilion, which is the residence prepared for her."

When the servants heard the words "Lan Yue Pavilion", they couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock.

Duke Tang, who was in a panic, continued to urge Tang Xian: "Why are you still standing there? Come over and help!"

Tang Xian refused outright: "Oh, there are so many of you, why do you need me?"

However, as soon as Tang Xian finished his nonchalant words, a piece of broken porcelain hit him.

Tang Xian quickly arched his waist, seemingly doing nothing, but actually dodging the attack skillfully...

Ye Qingwan naturally had no intention of watching the farce between the father and son. She scratched her head in confusion, "Lanyue Pavilion?"

This name is elegant, but where is Lanyue Pavilion?

However, just when she was at a loss as to what to do, a little girl suddenly rushed over and knelt in front of her, "Miss, you are back! Cuizhu missed you so much!"

"Green bamboo?" Ye Qingwan murmured in a low voice.

Cuizhu nodded, her eyes full of hope and joy, but also filled with tears, as if she was about to cry: "Miss, Cuizhu has been serving you since she was a child, have you forgotten me again?..."

Ye Qingwan nodded, but her answer was, "How could it be..."

"But, Cuizhu, do you know where the Moon-Raising Pavilion is?"

"Yes, I know. I will take you there right away..."

In this way, Cuizhu took Ye Qingwan to Lanyue Pavilion.

Senior Brother Seventeen was staying in the guest room and was not traveling with Ye Qingwan. After turning two corridors, he separated from the others.

Only Tang Xian followed them closely...

Ye Qingwan wanted to ask him: Why are you following me? But as soon as she turned around, Tang Xian also turned around and looked like he was about to leave...

In this way, in the constant pulling,

Ye Qingwan finally saw her residence in the most remote corner of the courtyard.

At this time, Tang Xian, who had already walked away, suddenly muttered to himself in a nonchalant manner: "Oh, my little beauty, this is a good place to live. Be careful that ghosts will come to keep you company at night!"