The daughter of the first wife grew up in the countryside and was extremely powerful

In this life, although she has changed the direction of many things, she still dare not be careless about the changes in the future situation.

After all, if you are not careful, you may lose everything.

Hearing the young lady say this, Liuli couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

She pondered carefully what the young lady had said, and scenes from the past flashed through her mind.

After a while, Liuli nodded slightly, expressing her agreement:

"Well, young lady, you are absolutely right. This Marquis' Mansion has harbored ill intentions and ulterior motives from the very beginning, and has never been sincere towards us. If that is the case, then everything you are doing now is just a perfect counterattack!"

After saying these words, the slight worry that had existed in Liuli's heart instantly disappeared.

She raised her head, looked at her young lady with a firm and trusting gaze, and replied solemnly:

"Miss, I understand. Please rest assured, no matter what happens, as long as we servants are by your side, we will never let you suffer any injustice!"

So what if it’s the Marquis’ Mansion? If they bully the young lady, they will fight back!

Gu Fanchu settled down in this courtyard peacefully.

However, Gu was extremely anxious. She tried many times to enter the yard to see what was going on, but was ruthlessly blocked by the guards at the door every time.

Not only that, even Gu Fanchu's daily meals are cooked and supplied by a separate small kitchen in the yard.

As the wedding date drew closer, Gu became more and more anxious.

She knew very well that if she couldn't find a way to make Gu Fanchu willingly marry in Wan'er's place, all her plans would fail.

Just when Gu was racking her brains and frowning over this matter, Meng Qiaoming stood up and offered her a plan.

It turned out that although all the meals in Gu Fanchu's yard came from the small kitchen, there was a key point that they overlooked - the well in the yard was actually connected to the yard next door!

So, after careful planning, at noon on the eve of the wedding, Meng Qiaoming quietly sent his trusted men to sneak into the yard next door, and then carefully sprinkled a packet of mysterious powder into the well.

Meng Qiaoming, who thought he had done everything perfectly, never imagined that every move he made had already been seen by others...

Gu Fanchu was sitting quietly in the house, holding a book gently in his hands and reading the words inside attentively.

A light sound of footsteps came from afar, and then a subordinate hurried in and bowed to report the latest situation to her.

When Gu Fanchu heard the news, her beautiful face did not show much surprise.

She had already expected it.

Since those people went to great lengths to recall me from afar, they would certainly not sit idly by and wait for death.

So she seemed unusually calm and composed about what was happening at the moment.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes calm as water, and instructed her subordinates calmly:

"Remember, add the detoxification powder I prepared in advance to all the water you will use, but be careful not to alert the enemy. As for other matters, everything can proceed according to our original plan."

In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

The sky, which had been clear for quite some time, gradually became hazy, as if a veil was covering the entire world.

At this time, the Marquis' Mansion was already bustling with activity.

The servants came and went in a hurry, each busy with the matters in their hands.

Logically speaking, today is the day when the Marquis's family marries off their daughter, and the atmosphere should be filled with joy and festivity.

But the strange thing was that there was not a trace of joy in the entire mansion.

After all, no one had expected that the daughter of a marquis who had always been highly respected would eventually be betrothed to an abandoned prince.

Such an unexpected marriage arrangement is really hard to understand, and naturally it is impossible to feel happy.

Under such a hasty and urgent situation, Meng Hewan had to follow the third prince to his fiefdom.

Although a few red ribbons were hung symbolically at the entrance of the mansion, it was just a casual decoration.

You know, this is the will from heaven. No matter how reluctant they are in their hearts, how dare they openly disobey?

It was still early, but Meng Hewan had already gotten up and sat quietly in front of the dressing mirror.

She did not wear a bright and festive wedding dress like an ordinary bride, but instead had an anxious look on her face.

Gu, who was standing by, was also extremely anxious. She came into the house early in the morning and paced back and forth in the room, as if this could relieve her inner anxiety and tension.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, a hurried sound of footsteps came from far away.

Then, Meng Qiaoming rushed into the room in a hurry. His face was filled with unconcealable joy, and he opened his mouth and said:

"Mother, sister, it's done!"

These few simple words were like a reassurance, instantly putting Gu and Meng Hewan's hearts at ease. They both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Gu's face instantly blossomed with an ecstatic smile, as beautiful as a peach blossom in full bloom in spring:

"That's great, my Wan'er! Just stay in the room. I won't feel relieved until I see the person leave with my own eyes."

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly led a group of servants to the front yard.

When the figure disappeared, Meng Qiaoming rushed forward impatiently.

When he saw the delicate, charming and pitiful face in front of him, he felt as if his heart was gently teased by an invisible hand, causing ripples to appear.

He stared at his sister infatuatedly and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Wan'er, that's great! You finally don't have to go far away... From now on, we can stay together forever and never be separated!"

How could Meng Hewan not see the deep affection hidden in the man's eyes?

Although she felt an indescribable disgust towards her brother deep in her heart, she cleverly concealed this emotion and never showed it.

She moved lightly with lotus steps, slowly approached the man, then raised her head slightly and looked at him lovingly.

Then, she gently leaned against the man's broad chest, her red lips parted slightly, and a voice as melodious and sweet as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley:

"Yes, brother, Wan'er can finally stay by your side."