After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

"Strong? If you mean strong... who can compare to Young Master Murong... He has been staying in the room with the little beauty for two days, and you still look full of energy... Could it be that you didn't put in any effort and just enjoyed yourself?" said another man in a beige gown. He curved his lips, and there were shallow dimples on his cheeks, and his face was as smooth as jade.

Murong Yanhui took a sip of tea, the intoxicating aroma rolled from his throat to his stomach. He curled up his crimson lips, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked uninhibited.

"Well... of course... I always enjoy it..."

"Yo……"

"Tsk tsk, you're such a pervert!"

The other two just laughed at him.

Murong Yan smiled back without saying anything, and swung her arms imperceptibly. "I've slept in your arms for so long, haven't I? It feels so good!"

Xuyi, a servant is coming in!

After saying a few words into his ear, Murong Yanhui's dark eyes narrowed, she stood up, said hello to a few friends, and went out.

In the pavilion.

Murong Yanhui stood tall in a long gown, with black hair and a jade-like face. His handsome face was tense, with his hands behind his back, showing his nobility and arrogance to the extreme!

"You said...she ran away?" His raised tone had a sense of oppression as if a storm was about to come!

"Yes! Master...I..." The servant was so frightened that he didn't know what to say and lowered his head, not daring to look.

"Enough!" Murong Yan responded coldly, and the servant fell to his knees on the ground, his body trembling!

Murong Yanhui didn't look, his eyes looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers outside the manor... His pupils were dark and gloomy, emitting an unfathomable cold light!

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Yu Qingli returned from the villa and headed straight for Yu Fu. A bad feeling welled up in her heart, her heart pounding. She didn't know why, but it felt just like the day she'd just been reborn and returned home from the bookshop with Mei Hong...

There was a force urging her to go home quickly, quickly...

When she arrived at the gate of Yu Mansion, she rushed in regardless of the servants' calls.

The thick smell of smoke pierced my nose, and there were wisps of black smoke rising from the unburned buildings.

"Woooooooo..."

"Madam... wuwu..."

The servants knelt beside the burnt-out house and sobbed softly. Meihong cried even harder when she saw the young lady coming.

"What happened? Which room was burned? Tell me!" Yu Qingli grabbed a servant and asked sternly!

"The eldest lady, the eldest lady...she was burned...by..."

Yu Qingli frowned and let go of him, and the servant suddenly fell to the ground due to inertia!

Yu Qingli felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped by a calloused hand, yet not a single drop of blood could flow out! This feeling made her breathless!

She held the itch tightly and rushed in! When she stepped on it, it was all ashes. There was no sense of security, as if she had stepped into a bottomless abyss.

"Miss..." the servants exclaimed in unison!

"Miss, don't..." Meihong shouted loudly, and stepped forward to hug the young lady's feet. She didn't want it, she didn't want the young lady to get hurt again.

"Shut up! Shut up! Don't cry!" She stood between the flames, her face as tough and clear as a gem! Her eyes were slightly red and swollen, her hair was black and her shirt was dark. She looked like a lion that had triumphed in the desert. Although she looked embarrassed, she instantly shocked everyone with her dominance!

The servants, including Mei Hong, surrendered to the eldest lady's aura and dared not say a word.

Liu Ru didn't care about her clothes getting dirty or stained with sparks. She just wanted to find her mother's body...

It’s gone, everything is gone, the coffin is burned, and the people... where are the people?

"How many days...did the fire burn?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"Two days..."

She suddenly wanted to laugh out loud. She had only been gone for two days. Could it be that the fire had just started? She couldn't even find her mother's body. Was it burned to ashes?

No, she doesn't believe it!

Holding back the trembling of her body, she used her fingers to rummage through the flames. Wherever her hands touched, there was ash. When she clenched her hands, her palms were black.

If you smell it carefully, you can smell the burnt wood and kerosene.

A kind of despair like dead ash slowly fermented in my heart...