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As she said that, Xiulian hurriedly pulled Yan Yunshu and tried to leave through the side door of the backyard.

"Quick! Quick!"

Yan Yunshu stopped and looked at the banquet hall on the other side of the lake.

Seeing that she couldn't pull her, Xiulian could only follow her line of sight and look towards the other side.

"Girl, this place is dangerous."

Yan Yunshu shook her head.

"It's okay."

Xiulian was surprised, but saw that the screams from the other side gradually faded away, people began to gather again, and the intermittent crying of a woman was heard.

The chaotic scene just now gradually began to return to normal.

This is... okay?

Yan Yunshu frowned slightly, "Did something happen?"

Xiulian was still in shock. Her hands were shaking as she replied, "Miss, Xiulian has been waiting for you at the entrance to the banquet. She hadn't gone in yet. She only heard a cry of assassination from inside, so she started looking for you along this path. She didn't know what happened inside."

"Let's go and have a look."

After Yan Yunshu finished speaking, she quickly walked towards the other side.

Xiulian followed closely behind.

Soon, the two arrived at the banquet venue. The scene was not messy, and there were no signs of fighting.

Only maids and servants were coming and going, busy picking up the cups, plates and bowls that had just fallen to the ground. Not far away, around the main table, a crowd of people gathered, and faint cries and roars could be heard.

The autumn wind was bleak, the orange lanterns swayed in the wind, red silk ribbons danced everywhere, and the fallen leaves swirled, floating in the air still filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

Falling all over the banquet.

Yan Yunshu stood there in a daze, looking at the scene, which was exactly the same as in her previous life.

Mother, where is mother...

She searched everywhere, trying to identify it at the banquet.

Finally, she fixed her gaze on the tightly packed crowd, and she knew.

This life should be different.

But when she looked at the crowd, everyone's standing positions were exactly the same as before. Her personal maid Mingyue was also standing at the outermost position, just like in her previous life, and was whispering something to the maids around her in panic.

And there was the anxious look on the butler's face as he walked past her.

There was also the image of a servant not far away picking up a chair that had fallen to the ground.

Yan Yunshu approached the crowd step by step.

It’s like walking into memories step by step.

Her face was pale and her whole body was shaking violently. The grief she had experienced in the past seemed to overlap with everything she saw before her.

The image of her mother dying with blood in her mouth was still clear in her mind.

Suffocating, desperate, helpless.

The fragrance of osmanthus wafted across her face, and she felt as if her breathing was about to stop.

"Miss, let's go back to Fanghua Garden."

Xiulian held Yan Yunshu's cold little hand and looked at her worriedly.

But she remained unmoved and continued walking straight towards the crowd.

Suddenly a figure ran towards her from the side.

Hold her tightly in your arms.

"Shu'er."

His voice was trembling and choked, and he couldn't hide his worry and tension.

"Shu'er."

She raised her eyes and saw her mother looking at her with tears on her face.

"Shu'er, where have you been? You've made your mother so worried..."

Yan Yunshu cried with joy, and finally let out the breath she had been holding for a long time. She snuggled into her mother's arms, and her body began to warm up.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

Mrs. Wen patted Yan Yunshu's back gently.

Yan Yunyi was standing by, hugging Wen's Yan Yunshu.

She cried, "I hope mother and sister are okay."

Mrs. Wen freed one hand and embraced Yan Yunyi in her arms.

Yan Yunyi held Yan Yunshu's face with tears and snot, "Sister, please don't run around next time. Mother and brother were almost worried crazy just now."

"Ah."

Yan Yunshu agreed.

Yan Yunyi raised his hand with relief and was about to touch Yan Yunshu's hair, but Yan Yunshu dodged him.

"Brother's hands are covered with snot and tears."

Yan Yunyi was stunned. He put his hand in front of him and looked at it.

"No. It's all on my face."

As he said this, he pointed to his face.

Yan Yunshu took out a handkerchief, threw it to Yan Yunyi, and then pretended to be disgusted and moved away from Yan Yunyi.

Yan Yunyi took the handkerchief and smiled happily.

"Thank you, sister. You are indeed the most caring sister in the world."

Wen couldn't help but laugh.

She let go of the two of them and was about to take them away.

But the crowd dispersed and a shrill cry was heard from inside.

“Yao’er!!!”

The mother and her two children looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yan Shuyao covered in blood, lying in Zhu's arms, no longer breathing.

Wen's heart tightened and she wanted to step forward.

He was stopped by Yan Yunshu.

"Mother, please don't meddle in other people's business."

Wen turned around and saw Yan Yunshu’s face was serious.

Stopped.

"Shu'er, my mother is still the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion today. Now that such a big thing has happened, I should ask about it."

Yan Yunshu glanced at Prime Minister Yan, who was standing beside Zhu and staring at the golden hairpin in Yan Shuyao's bun.

Still feeling uneasy, she pulled Wen Shi aside and said, "Mother, wait a moment."

After a while, she heard loud shouting outside the Prime Minister's Mansion. Thinking that the city defense department had finally heard the noise and rushed over, she let go of Wen's clothes.

Then she followed Wen and came into the crowd.

She looked at the dead Yan Shuyao, unable even to pretend to be sad, and just watched coldly.

Then, he locked his gaze on Prime Minister Yan.

Prime Minister Yan was tense all over, but remained silent.

Perhaps he heard that the city defense guards had surrounded the prime minister's residence. He moved his fingers, suddenly looked up, and his sad and resentful eyes fell heavily on Wen's bun.

The truth, which was just covered by shock and great grief, is now finally revealed.

The truth is, it was Wen who gave the gold hairpin to Yao'er.

And Wen herself put on the gift he had given her before!

How could this happen!

How could this happen!

What on earth happened here!

Or could it be something else? Wen must have discovered something and done it on purpose, deliberately killing his Yao'er.

His precious Yao'er is his and Zhu Haitang's only daughter!

How could this be! How could this be! Wen, you are so cruel! Not only did you frame my Nian'er and threaten me with her, but now, you have even taken Yao'er's life!

Prime Minister Yan looked at Yan Shuyao who had stopped breathing, Zhu who was crying like crazy, and Old Madam Yan who was crying and wailing.

He could no longer be rational and was extremely angry, so he couldn't control himself and roared at Wen.

"You vicious woman! You vicious woman..."

This roar could not be stopped.

The words "evil woman" echoed clearly above the prime minister's residence.

Everyone is puzzled.

Wen was also stunned.

She looked at Yan Feng, unable to believe it.

Over the past ten years, even though he was insincere towards me, even during the argument yesterday, I had never heard him insult me like this.

Now, Yan Shuyao was assassinated, but he was like a mad dog, biting himself non-stop.

Wen's heart suddenly turned cold.

Yes, Shuer is right.

Don't meddle in other people's business. She shouldn't have come forward and asked about this matter!

She was holding her children's hands, trembling slightly, and was about to turn around and leave.

But Yan Yunshu let go of her hand and walked in front of Yan Feng.

He said, "Prime Minister Yan, instead of just barking like a mad dog here, why not pay attention to whether the assassin can get out of Tianze City Gate."