The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Chen Mei'e said angrily, "You are the Lu family's legitimate daughter."

Yan Wanwan shook her head calmly, "She's not listed in the family tree, so she's not considered a legitimate daughter."

"The marriage is a done deal, you can't refuse it."

Chen Mei'e was furious. Ever since she became the Shangshu's wife, no one dared to make her angry like this. She never expected that the first person to offend her like this would be her own daughter.

"Oh!"

Chen Mei'e was so angry at her stubborn attitude that she put one hand on her chest and ordered the servants, "Take the young lady away."

Yan Wanwan left with the servants without saying a word.

When she left, there was another "bang".

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, there was chaos in the house again.

Yan Wanwan came to the yard prepared by the Lu family, or more accurately, a wasteland with a dilapidated house, which was full of weeds at a glance.

The servant observed the surroundings furtively and said quickly, "This is where you live. That is your maid Erya."

After explaining everything, he ran away at lightning speed...

Yan Wanwan looked at his humiliated back thoughtfully. The little maid ran over, sweating profusely, and saluted. "Hello, young lady. I'm Erya."

Glancing at her rough hands, Yan Wanwan pointed at the wasteland and asked, "What is this place?"

"Miss, the master originally bought this place to build a house, but then something strange happened and it has been left untouched."

"What's weird?"

"Anyone who comes here will be scared silly."

Yan Wanwan sneered coldly, feeling that the only thing she had was a piece of hellish land!

"You knew there was a problem, but you still came?"

Erya looked sincere and said innocently, "I am the young lady's maid, so of course I have to follow her."

Yan Wanwan didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she walked around the wasteland and said with satisfaction, "The soil is soft and can be reclaimed."

Then she took out a packet of seeds from her bosom, handed it to Arya, and said, "Before it gets dark, go and scatter these seeds on the edge of the wasteland."

"Miss, we don't have the tools to dig the ground!" Erya looked embarrassed, and the outrageous expression on her face could not be concealed.

"You don't have to dig the ground. You just scatter the seeds on the ground."

Hearing this, Erya went to work reluctantly.

Yan Wanwan raised an unfathomable smile and walked towards the only wooden house.

The wooden house was simple and small, but there were actually two rooms inside. The larger one was obviously for himself, and the compartment next to it was for the maid to live in. Apart from the table, chairs and bed, it could be described as bare.

She sat on a chair with her eyes closed, but was actually communicating with the plants in the outside world. After an unknown amount of time, Erya came back, bringing someone with her, Yan Wanwan's biological father, Lu Zhengping.

Yan Wanwan opened her eyes and said leisurely, "Sir, please take a seat!"

Lu Zhengping looked her over carefully and smiled kindly, "Your name is Yan Wanwan. Can I call you Wanwan?"

Seeing that she didn't respond, the smile on Lu Zhengping's face gradually faded.

He clapped his hands, and two servants came in carrying a wooden box filled with women's clothes and accessories.

"This is something your mother prepared for you long ago. There are no wrong parents in the world. Your mother was just a little impatient, but it was all for your own good. Go apologize to her later!"

Yan Wanwan didn't say anything. Instead, she casually took out a piece of clothing from the box, pointed at the worn cufflinks, and said with a smile, "Madam Shangshu has good taste. The clothes she specially prepared are all worn by others!"

Lu Zhengping's face turned ashen in an instant. On the one hand, he was angry that his wife couldn't even pretend, and on the other hand, he was angry that Yan Wanwan was arrogant and unreasonable.

He kicked the servant angrily and cursed, "Why don't you take the things away?"

The servant crawled out, and Lu Zhengping adjusted himself and took out two more banknotes and handed them over. "Take these and buy something you like."

This time Yan Wanwan did not refuse, but accepted it readily. Anyone who doesn't want money that is delivered to your doorstep is a fool.

Lu Zhengping's expression brightened a bit. "I'll arrange to open the ancestral hall tomorrow and add your name to the family tree."

"Sir, there's no need for a conciliatory policy. I don't like to say something twice. You can do whatever you want, but don't bother me."

Yan Wanwan knocked heavily on the table and said coldly, "I think the way for us to get along is for each of us to get what we need."

Lu Zhengping was furious: "You are our biological daughter!"

"No, the one who was raised by you since childhood is the real one." Yan Wanwan retorted with a smile, "What are your intentions? It's okay to deceive others, but don't deceive yourself. Let's be practical."

Lu Zhengping was silent for a long time, then said in a compromising tone, "What do you want?"

"That's great! You want me to marry a cripple in Lu Wanru's place. I can marry him, but I want the Ice Spirit Flower."

Yan Wanwan just learned from those plants that the Ice Spirit Flower of this era can cure all poisons. She wants to try and see if it can cure the Corpse King poison in her body.

Lu Zhengping frowned: "The Ice Spirit Flower is a family heirloom of the General's Mansion. It was a reward from the late Emperor. It's like a golden medal of immunity from death. I can't have it."

Yan Wanwan said indifferently: "It's up to you. If he has one, I'll marry him. If he doesn't, Lu Wanru will marry him."

Lu Zhengping slammed the table in anger and said, "You can try!"

"Well, let's give it a try. I wonder how many clans will be punished for deceiving the emperor?" Yan Wanwan deliberately exclaimed, and quickly reminded: "Sir Shangshu, you'd better hurry up and open the ancestral hall. If you're late, it will be too late."

Lu Zhengping was so angry that his face turned pale, and he finally left angrily with a wave of his sleeves.

Erya watched with fear as the father and daughter quarreled, but she couldn't help but speak up for her, saying, "Miss, the master is going too far. You are his biological daughter. Why should he let you marry a cripple in place of Miss Wanru?"

Yan Wanwan stared at her with interest, "Do you think so?"

"Yes! I hope the lady can marry the person she loves."

Yan Wanwan smiled faintly without saying a word, looking at her with eyes full of deep meaning.

At dinner, Erya brought a meat dish, a vegetable dish, and a soup. She said with surprise, "Miss, the master and the mistress are still thinking of you. Look how sumptuous this meal is!"

Yan Wanwan gazed at the two dishes and a soup, lost in thought. For her, living in the apocalypse, this was undoubtedly a sumptuous dinner. But for Yan Wanwan, who had inherited the original owner's memories, she suspected the original owner was seriously ill.

You don't want to eat the delicacies from your adoptive father's house and come here to eat pickled radishes?

"Miss, please have your meal!"

Yan Wanwan never had a problem with food, so she ate it with relish.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. After making sure that steady breathing sounds could be heard from inside the house, a figure slowly sat up from the bed. It was Erya.

She came to Yan Wanwan's bedside and looked at her for a long time before leaving with her hands twirling and feet turning.

As soon as she left, Yan Wanwan immediately opened her eyes and saw her walking hurriedly towards the backyard through the window.

"Follow me."

As soon as Yan Wanwan finished speaking, she saw green lights gathering around and flying towards Erya.

She shook her head mockingly, whistled softly, and a carrier pigeon landed on the back of her hand.

"Send this letter to my foster mother."

The carrier pigeon seemed to understand her and nodded at her. Then, like an arrow shot from a bow, it soared into the night sky and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.