Top white, rich and beautiful, the princess is reborn and the revenge story

Fan Zhen took Qiao Benwei to Zhang Yinhang's outer residence. When they got there, they found it was a small house with no gatekeeper at all, so the servants just knocked on the door.

After a while, a woman came in, opened the door and asked, "Who are you?"

"Where is your master?"

"Our Master? Where are you from? Why should I tell you?"

The leading woman slapped the other woman in the face. "Go to hell, you old fool! Open your eyes and see. This is our wife! Your master's principal wife!"

The old woman looked back and saw Qiao Benwei in the carriage. She was rich and powerful, and intimidating without even getting angry. Her legs went weak and the fear of the powerful class surged in her heart.

Qiao Benwei said, "Let me ask you, is your master's surname Zhang?"

The old woman nodded and said, "Yes, we all call him Master Zhang."

Qiao Benwei felt a chill in her heart. That was it. "Where is he now?"

"In... in Lady Seventeen's room. Lady Seventeen came today. The master said he wanted to pamper her today."

Qiao Benwei raised her voice, "Seventeenth Lady? What do you mean? Are there seventeen women in this house?"

"No no no!"

The old woman shook her head vigorously. Everyone looked at Qiao Benwei's gloomy face and felt relieved. It was good that there were not seventeen.

"I heard there were originally twenty-three, but a few died, so there are only seventeen left. The one who just came in is Lady Seventeen."

Everyone lowered their heads or covered their mouths, no one dared to look at Qiao Benwei with a distorted face.

Twenty-three???

Qiao Benwei's voice broke, "Take me to see your master!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The old woman was in front, Qiao Benwei and the others were behind, and the group went to the backyard in a mighty manner.

Qiao Benwei stood at the moon gate of the second courtyard. The pine oil torch lit up and she looked around. There was a row of specially modified rooms with paper pasted on them with numbers written on them, one, two, three, four, five... all the way to ten.

The old woman said, "There are ten more rooms in the third row. The master is at the back. I will take my wife in."

Qiao Benwei laughed in anger, "No, I want to start from the first room."

She quickly walked to the room marked "1". The servant who followed her kicked the door open and a woman's scream came from inside, "Ah!"

The old woman moved the torch closer, and a woman in a white middle dress with her hair loose looked at them in panic. Her bright eyes met Qiao Benwei's.

Qiao Benwei's breathing stagnated. This woman looked so pitiful, so much like Mei Lingyue, especially those melancholy eyes. She had never forgotten them over the years.

There is no doubt that the owner of this house must be Zhang Yinhang. Only he can find someone who looks so much like Mei Lingyue.

Qiao Benwei said nothing, turned around and walked away as if she was escaping. The old woman behind her understood what she meant and slapped the woman, "Little bitch!"

In the second room, there was still a woman. The lower half of her face looked very much like Mei Lingyue. Her smiling lips were pink and very attractive, exactly like Mei Lingyue.

Qiao Benwei couldn't hold back her anger any longer. "Smash her mouth!"

"Yes!"

The old woman stepped forward and slapped the woman several times, her mouth full of blood. She shouted in fear, "Who are you? I belong to the master, master! Master!"

Qiao Benwei sneered, "Master? You still dare to call me Master? Haha, beat her to death!"

"Yes!"

The woman was pulled off the bed, and several old women came up and beat and kicked her. After a few hits, the woman was unable to breathe. These old women were extremely cruel and hit the woman's lower abdomen. After a while, she felt severe pain in her lower body and rolled on the ground, holding her stomach.

Qiao Benwei stood there, but calmly. She was a little impatient just now, but now she calmed down. The blood exposed her deeply hidden bloodthirsty nature.

Fan Zhen was watching from the side, his heart pounding. Oh my god, I never knew Qiao Benwei was so cruel. No wonder the Mei family couldn't beat them. They are such heartless people.

The woman lay on the ground, silent. Qiao Benwei smiled slightly and murmured softly, "Mei Lingyue, you can't beat me. I could kill you when you were alive. Now you want to be resurrected in these fakes? Don't even think about it. I can still kill you!"

Qiao Benwei's fighting spirit returned. With a command, all the sixteen women except the one in room seventeen with the light on were dragged out and brought in front of Qiao Benwei.

Qiao Benwei looked at them one by one. This one had similar eyes, that one had similar hair, that one had similar figure, that one had similar expression, that one had similar voice...

Every woman has a place like Mei Lingyue. If you take out these similar places, it seems that you can piece together a Mei Lingyue.

Qiao Benwei's chest heaved with rage. Zhang Yinhang was going crazy. How had he found these people in such a vast sea of ​​people? He faced them every day, and how could he still be so sweet and innocent with her after returning home? He was truly sick!

Qiao Benwei clenched her fists and yelled, "Zhang Yinhang!"

Zhang Yinhang in Room 17 had his lower body stabbed by Mei Yingying and was dizzy in pain on the bed. He pricked up his ears when he heard a voice. The voice sounded very much like Qiao's. It was impossible. Qiao would not come here. However, it was a good thing that Qiao came at this time, because he could be saved.

However, the screams outside were all from women. What was going on?

Mei Yingying slipped off the bed and looked through the crack in the door. She saw a noble lady standing in the middle, behind her were a group of old women and servants, and in front of her were more than a dozen women kneeling, all of them stripped of their clothes and beaten badly.

Zhang Yinhang's wife is here! It's Qiao Benwei!

Mei Yingying had heard of this name from her grandmother. At that time, her grandmother was about to die. She spent a lot of money to inquire about the situation of the Zhang family from outsiders. They told her that Zhang Yinhang had been promoted and married the daughter of the Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Rites. He had a lovely wife and a young son, and he was very happy.

When my grandmother heard the news, she didn't sleep all night. She pondered the bright moon outside the window for a long time, tears covering her old face.

She held the young Mei Yingying in her arms and sighed, "Yingying, our family has long been targeted by wolves, and it's a pity we were completely unaware of it. This is truly fate, fate!"

"Grandma, what is a wolf pack?"

Grandma wiped her tears and shook her head. "Nothing, Yingying. You don't need to know this. The more you know, the faster you'll die."

It turns out that she is Qiao Benwei. Her father, Qiao Shangshan, has been promoted and is now the Minister of Rites. I heard that she and Zhang Yinhang get along very well and have a deep affection for each other.

Mei Yingying became excited. Haha, Qiao Benwei, you and Zhang Yinhang want to live your life in wealth and glory by stepping on the flesh and blood of our Mei family. Don’t even think about it!

She ran back to the bed and whispered, "Here it comes."

Grandma Ding nodded, walked out of Zhang Yinhang's sight, lay down on the ground, and rolled under the bed.

Mei Lingyue rushed to the dressing table, combed her hair, frowned and pursed her lips, acting like the eldest sister she could best, and then sat back on the bed.

Qiao Benwei came very quickly. With a "bang", the door was kicked open and a group of people walked in domineeringly.

Zhang Yinhang raised his head from the bed, his eyes showing panic, then surprise. He stretched out his hand, "Madam, save me!"

It was indeed Zhang Yinhang. They really found him. Everyone fell silent again and looked at Qiao Benwei.

But Qiao Benwei didn't look at Zhang Yinhang. She stared at a woman on the bed in disbelief. The woman had long hair that fell over her shoulders, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her dark eyes were affectionate, her rosy lips were slightly pursed, her thin shoulders were tightly hugged, and she was looking at her in panic with her body slightly tilted to the side.

"Mei Lingyue? You're not dead?"