I'm a humble concubine. My acting skills are off the charts. You can check my performance.

His voice unconsciously became choked with sobs, and sadness slowly surged up in him. Zhao Fangyu had clearly never spent much time with Aunt Qian, but he still couldn't help feeling sad.

"If Auntie wants to take him, just take him. Don't worry about me."

Aunt Qian didn't ask her anything, she just asked her to let her take away the rattle that her original self used when she was a child...

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. I'm afraid Aunt Qian has already realized that she is not the original Zhao Fangyu.

But she didn't expose it. She just watched quietly, watching her climb up little by little, and even helped her.

Everyone in the mansion knew that Concubine Qian was not a good mother. The worse Concubine Qian treated her, the more aggressive she was, the more the eldest lady would protect her...

Zhao Fangyu had never been filial to the original owner for a single day, but he enjoyed the bright future that Aunt Qian had sought for the original owner...

Aunt Qian actually doesn't have to care about her at all.

If all this was a game, Zhao Fangyu and the eldest lady were gamblers who were forced to the table, while Aunt Qian was the banker who planned everything and set up the game, and was also the craziest gambler.

She gave everything she had but lost everything. Her real daughter died young, and she herself did not live to a ripe old age. It's even possible that the poisoning was caused by her fake daughter.

Aunt Qian carefully rubbed Zhao Fangyu's face, her eyes full of nostalgia and guilt: "You took good care of it."

"You are smarter than her. When I am no longer around, you will not repeat my mistakes and follow my old path."

Aunt Qian lay on her back on the bed, staring at the slowly turning rattle with her cloudy eyes, and sang a tune that was strange yet familiar to Zhao Fangyu with utmost tenderness.

It is not the Orchid Poems or Jiuzhou Poems familiar to people in Beijing, but the soft Wu dialect, a whisper that is incomprehensible but makes people fall asleep.

"My dear... follow me..."

"Find a good family in your next life... Don't suffer with me..."

Aunt Qian looked at the rattle in her hand tenderly. The rattle was very old and smooth all over, and it was obvious that it had been touched and played with by someone from time to time.

Zhao Fangyu watched Aunt Qian take one last look at her face, seeming to be relieved, but also sad. There were traces of new and old tears in the corners of her eyes. She wanted to reach out and touch Zhao Fangyu's face again, but after hesitating for a moment, she finally retracted her hand.

She held the rattle devoutly and shook it slowly, again and again. The sound of the rattle was no longer crisp, the color was old, and even the red paint on the handle had cracks.

Aunt Qian had been looking at this rattle for more than ten years. In the end, she could not even recognize its shape clearly.

She looked at Zhao Fangyu with dazed eyes, as if she could no longer focus, and almost muttered to herself: "I am not a good mother. Don't meet me in the next life."

It was not known whether this sentence was directed at Zhao Fangyu or the original owner. After saying the last sentence, Aunt Qian's eyes gradually became dull and she slowly died.

Zhao Fangyu let out an uncontrollable cry and fell on the bed, crying.

Mei Xunyin heard Zhao Fangyu crying in the courtyard and quickly brought people in. The people who had been prepared long ago tidied up the house, informed the mistress and the master, and asked them to change their clothes...

Zhao Fangyu was held in Mei Xunyin's arms, and his eyes fell on Aunt Qian who was being fiddled with. Seeing someone trying to forcibly take the rattle from her hand, he couldn't help but say, "The rattle was specifically asked to be taken away by Aunt Qian."

There weren't many things left by the aunt, and even fewer by the original owner. It was unlucky to bury a dead person with the belongings of a living person, so Aunt Qian begged her to let her be buried with the rattle.

Aunt Qian did not hate the eldest lady, nor did she hate Zhao Fangyu, the lonely ghost who occupied her daughter's body. She only blamed herself for her bad luck, and that her daughter would be dragged down by her for the rest of her life.

No one was sincere to her, so she didn't trust anyone but herself.

She was unwilling to gamble that the eldest lady would give them a good marriage when they grew up. She wanted to be absolutely sure. She wanted to tie her daughter and the eldest lady together on the same boat. Her daughter would rather die than become a concubine...

Being a concubine... is so hard.

Her daughter was dead, and no one knew it except her. She watched helplessly as the lonely ghost that occupied her daughter's body advanced cautiously step by step, wading through a path bit by bit, using her daughter's body and identity to slowly walk out a bright road.

Aunt Qian felt relieved. After all, there were still people in this world who would cherish that body. It was her daughter's legacy, so she naturally cared about it the most.

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When Zhao Minshan and others arrived, Zhao Fangyu still had tears on her face and threw herself into the arms of the eldest lady.

Although the eldest lady hated Aunt Qian's stupidity over the years, she never treated her unfairly and never deducted any share of the allowance. Even the visitors from the Qian family were stopped by her several times.

The eldest lady took out a handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped the tears from Zhao Fangyu's face.

Zhao Fangjindi got a cup of hot milk and fed it to Zhao Fangyu. He was afraid that Zhao Fangyu would fall down before Aunt Qian's funeral was over.

After all, she had a criminal record. When she was a child, she cried and fainted. She has always been weak and is most likely to fall ill when she is extremely happy or sad.

Zhao Fangyu gradually recovered and watched Aunt Qian's clothes being changed. She folded her hands, still tightly holding the rattle.

The eldest lady originally wanted to stop them, but when she heard that it was Aunt Qian who asked for it, she said nothing and only asked Mother Cui to get a talisman and give it to all the children in the family.

Zhao Minshan had never liked Aunt Qian, so he could only be perfunctory about her death.

All matters were arranged by the eldest lady, and Zhao Minshan just sat on the side and watched.

After everything was arranged, Zhao Fangyu raised her red eyes from crying and looked at Zhao Minshan, choking with sobs, "Dad, my aunt left in an unclear way. Can Dad bear to watch the people in the backyard panic?"

Zhao Minshan remained calm and even had the leisure to ask her how she wanted him to manage her.

Although Zhao Fangyu knew that Zhao Minshan was cold-blooded, he could always refresh his cognition. Zhao Fangyu lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and his body began to tremble.

Aunt Qian was poisoned to death, and the murderer was probably either Zhao Fangwei or Zhao Fanglan.

Zhao Minshan's behavior, pretending to be ignorant when he knows the truth, is really disgusting!

Even though Concubine Qian was not favored, she gave birth to a daughter for him! Now Concubine Qian was poisoned to death in the backyard, and Zhao Minshan was thinking about how to keep the peace and avoid the Jinyiwei's interrogation...

Zhao Fangyu sneered in his heart and was determined not to let Zhao Minshan get his wish.

She took over the original owner's body and enjoyed the happiness that the original owner should have enjoyed, so she should also be filial to the original owner.

"The backyard is Daddy's backyard, and Auntie is Daddy's woman. Now Auntie died in Daddy's backyard, and it was unclear why. Even the funeral had to be simple! Even the eldest grandson of Li Ge'er's family was almost poisoned. Daddy still thinks these are not important. Is he still unwilling to conduct a thorough investigation of the family?"