After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

"Miss, I'm really at my wit's end. I hope you can give me some advice."

The wet nurse came up to the sedan chair with a bitter look on her face, her tone full of helplessness and resentment.

"My dear Miss, you are kind-hearted and want to maintain peace, but I've tried my best to persuade them, but they just don't appreciate it. I've said all the nice things, offered them all the benefits and benefits, and even threatened them, but they won't listen. It's like they have a heart of iron and a brain of stone! I've tried everything I can to persuade them, but it's no use. I'm at my wit's end. There's nothing I can do."

The wet nurse complained and stamped her feet anxiously, with beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

He Yulan's pretty face sank slightly, and her beautiful eyes flashed with coldness.

As the eldest daughter of the Hongyuan Gang's leader, she has always been able to call the shots. Wherever she goes, she is surrounded by crowds and flattered by people. She has never encountered such bad luck, and she cannot swallow this anger no matter what!

However, she knew in her heart that this was not the time to cause trouble. The Yuan and He families had always had a delicate relationship, and today the Yuan family servants were watching helplessly from the sidelines! If she lost her composure here and started a scene, not only would the He family's reputation be damaged, but the relationship with the Yuan family would probably become even more strained in the future.

Thinking of this, He Yulan suppressed the anger in her heart and clenched her teeth so tightly that her teeth seemed to be about to bite her lips.

Thinking this way, she tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart. She took a deep breath, then another, and tried to keep her voice steady. She said, "Get off the sedan chair, help me down."

She silently told herself in her heart that she must remain calm, not let the situation deteriorate further, and must save the He family's reputation.

As soon as He Yulan got out of the sedan chair, everyone's eyes were focused on her. She had a graceful figure, yet an inviolable majesty.

She walked steadily towards Wang and Deng, bowed solemnly, and said in a calm and courteous voice, "Excuse me, ladies. I apologize for any offense I may have caused you."

Wang and Deng stood still, neither moving. But Chuchu, standing behind them, returned the greeting towards He Yulan, her eyes gentle as she said softly, "Miss, there's no need to be so polite. We can't afford such a generous gift from you."

Hearing this, He Yulan looked up at the person who spoke. Her face, which was originally smiling, suddenly froze.

The nurse standing nearby frowned even more, glancing fiercely at the dignified and beautiful Chuchu. When she spoke, her face was full of disdain, and she shouted at the top of her voice: "With your status, how can you be worthy of receiving Miss He's gift! It must be that our Miss He is kind-hearted, otherwise how could you still be standing here talking at this moment!"

The nurse's words, which were full of bullying, struck a chord with He Yulan. The pent-up anger in her heart instantly dissipated without a trace. A bright smile blossomed on her face, and she said, "Nanny, don't be rude. The two ladies are elders, so they naturally deserve the courtesy of a junior like me."

He Yulan's eyes were sincere, and she continued, "I apologize for any offense I've caused you just now. I hope you won't blame me." After she finished speaking, she leaned forward slightly and bowed again.

This time, Chuchu did not return the gift. She knew in her heart that the apology was indeed necessary. They were the first to enter this dilapidated temple, and the fact that they were allowed in later was a sign of great mercy.

If they hadn't been holding knives, I'm afraid both sides would have already started fighting.

No matter what, they are not in the right in this matter.

He Yulan was not annoyed when she saw Chuchu did not return the gift. She knew in her heart that this was not the time to worry about these things. Since she had chosen to apologize, she had to resolve the matter thoroughly.

She had already given up the idea of ​​letting this group of people go out. After all, it was raining so heavily outside, and the other party showed no fear of power. If she really angered them, it would be more trouble than gain.

He Yulan was secretly thinking in her heart that she didn't know when the rain would stop. If it continued to stalemate, it would be bad if she missed her trip.

She looked at the followers around her, all of whom looked tired, and then looked at the other side. Although there were not many people, the eyes of those ladies showed determination and courage.

He Yulan coughed lightly and spoke again, "Everyone, I'm afraid the rain won't stop for a while. Why don't we all take a break first? When the rain subsides, we can continue on our own journey."

Chu Chu looked up at He Yulan, still without saying anything, but just nodded slightly.

Seeing this, He Yulan quickly ordered her followers to find a corner to settle down.

At this time, He Yulan's maid muttered softly: "Miss, why should we be so polite to them? It was obviously us who arrived first."

He Yulan glared at the maid and said in a low voice, "Don't be nosy. When you're out, harmony is the most important thing."

He Yulan sat in the corner, glancing at Chuchu and the others from time to time. She saw Chuchu and another lady talking in low voices, their faces full of worry.

He Yulan couldn't help but feel a little puzzled as to why they appeared in this wilderness on such a rainy day.

He Yulan's gaze began to slowly sweep across the faces of the group of people opposite her, and suddenly, her gaze paused.

When He Yulan's eyes fell on Murong Ling'er, she was stunned.

Murong Ling'er's eyebrows were as dark as distant ink, her eyes were as clear and moving as autumn water, her skin was whiter than snow, and her lips were red without any makeup. Her delicate facial features combined together, like a beautiful painting that made people unable to take their eyes off.

A strong sense of jealousy suddenly surged in He Yulan's heart. She had always been quite confident about her appearance and was considered an outstanding beauty in her circle.

He Yulan stood aside with a gloomy expression, tightly gripping the handkerchief in her hand. Her knuckles had begun to turn slightly white due to excessive force.

At this moment, He Yulan's heart was surging with a strong feeling of resentment.

She cursed silently in her heart, "Why is Heaven so unfair? To bestow such a beauty that could overwhelm a nation and shame the moon and flowers, upon a person of lowly status like Murong Ling'er!"

When she thought of this, He Yulan felt that everything she had became insignificant.

Her beautiful eyes were now filled with jealousy, and she stared fiercely at Murong Ling'er not far away.

At this moment, Murong Ling'er seemed to suddenly notice the piercing gaze that was like a thorn in her back.

So she raised her head slightly and looked in the direction of He Yulan.

Just this one glance made He Yulan's face, which was originally full of jealousy, change instantly.

She hurriedly looked away, not daring to look at Murong Ling'er again, for fear that the ugly thoughts deep in her heart would be easily seen through by her.