Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

Ye Zhi nodded slightly but didn't say anything.

The servants and guards, armed with shovels and sticks, intensified the search.

How could we find anyone alive when the house was burned down like this?

Li Youyou picked up a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her eyes. "She was only 28 years old, and she lost her life just because she attended a flower viewing party. How pitiful!"

Chang Ruyi hurriedly tugged at her sleeve and shouted, "Keep your voice down and don't talk nonsense."

Mo Baibai was so frightened that he huddled behind the two men, his voice trembling, "She was burned alive. She was so pitiful."

Not all women in Beijing are arrogant, willful and cold-blooded.

More and more people gathered around, and the discussion continued. The guards stepped forward to stop them, "Ladies, please don't watch and make noise."

The others obediently moved aside.

Su Manman stepped forward and said, "I am Su Manman, the daughter of the Minister of Rites, Su Fu. The house that is on fire is my residence."

She announced her family's identity with great energy, and everyone was shocked when they heard it.

At the corner of the wall not far away, Ye Mo stopped and watched, his eyes fixed on her, and never moved again.

Wu Xiaowen, who was one step behind, exclaimed in amazement, "Oh my, there will be a good show to watch later."

"Sister..."

Su Jiaojiao's legs softened when she suddenly saw the resurrected Su Manman, and she collapsed to the ground. "You...you are actually...still alive."

"Should I die?"

Su Manman's eyes swept across Su Jiaojiao on the ground and fell on the torn piece of red cloth.

"what happened?"

She picked up the scraps of cloth on the ground, opened her eyes wide, and said in disbelief: "My skirt is burned!"

what?

Everyone was extremely angry.

Last night, a group of people had been putting out the fire, thinking she was inside the house.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin directed everyone to put out the fire and worked hard all night.

Su Jiaojiao stayed up all night, even risking her own life, hoping to find her elder sister's body as soon as possible. She was heartbroken and wanted to take her back home.

But she suddenly appeared early in the morning, acting as if nothing had happened, and only cared about her dress being burned.

The wild girl from the country is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and has no sense of decency. She is simply not worthy of people's attention.

Everyone looked at her with contempt.

"What should I do?"

Su Manman suppressed her sorrow, raised her eyes, and tried to open them wide, forcing the tears to flow out. "This skirt was made for me by my mother, who begged my aunt and ran to her yard three times."

In her previous life, her mother lost her responsibility of household chores and had no money to buy clothes for her. She had to ask Aunt Liu again and again before she got this dress.

Everyone: "..."

Such an inconspicuous torn skirt required the wife to ask the concubine to make it for her daughter, and she asked three times?

No... maybe.

"Eldest sister, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Su Jiaojiao ignored the burning pain from the wound on the back of her hand. She shook her hands and tried to pull Su Manman to stop her from telling lies.

This skirt was clearly modeled after the one she wore in her previous life, and she had her mother send someone to make it.

Lin didn't come to ask for help at all.

Could it be that Su Manman was also reborn?

"How can this be nonsense!"

In her past life, during those humiliating days, all the words she had no way to vent now gathered in her chest and burst out.

She dodged Su Jiaojiao's pull and faced everyone, complaining, "My father is an honest official with a low monthly salary. The other income of the mansion is also small, and he has to support such a large family. There are expenses everywhere."

"This is something my aunt has been telling me all along. I will never forget it."

"I've been back home for a month, and this is the only dress I have. Back in the countryside, I used to wear one dress every season!"

Tears of grievance welled up in her innocent eyes. "Now that this dress has been burned, I don't know when I can buy clothes again."

The anxiety on her face was not deliberate.

The pity in her eyes was real, "I was afraid of the dew at night and the dust, so I changed into an old dress when I went out. I never thought that she would be burned."

There were no women's clothes prepared in the house in Ye Mo's east courtyard.

The light pink dress she was wearing was a set of clothes that the maid found for her and asked her to change into temporarily.

The skirt was simple and ordinary in style, which actually matched what she said at the moment.

So, that's the truth.

Everyone was confused and looked at Su Jiaojiao.

"Eldest sister, Auntie treats you so well. If you say that, it will chill her heart!"

Su Jiaojiao also felt aggrieved, and her eyes were misty.

In the morning light, her eyes were filled with tears, which made people feel pity.

"Did I said wrong thing?"

Su Manman's eyes were cold as she demanded, "We came together for the banquet. For two days and one night, you brought a whole box of clothes, jewelry, rouge, powder, and other things."

"What about me? I have a small bundle with two sets of old clothes in it. Even the hairpins and jewelry on my head are all my mother's old things. I haven't bought any new ones."

She touched the only hairpin on her head, her fingers touching the delicate hairpin in Su Jiaojiao's hair, the dazzling pearls, and murmured dejectedly: "You have so many hairpins, it would be great if you could give me one."

Su Jiaojiao is a concubine's daughter, and her status is inferior to others. She wants to surpass others in appearance and manners.

Therefore, she put a lot of effort into this banquet in order to stand out among the noble ladies in the capital.

The gold and pearl hairpins on her head were all carefully selected from the jewelry pavilion in the capital.

The clothes she was wearing were made by Jinli Embroidery Shop. In one day and one night, she had changed three sets of clothes.

In contrast, Su Manman was wearing an ordinary silk skirt, which was better worn by some high-ranking maids among officials.

Ye Mo stared at her with great interest, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.

Prince Jin's expression changed slightly.

Bai Huanyi looked like she was enjoying the show.

Everyone: "..."

No matter how honest an official is, his income is much better than that of an ordinary person.

The legitimate daughter of a mansion is required to wear one piece of clothing every season. This is too harsh.

Look at Su Jiaojiao dressing up at this moment, and then look at Su Manman. The difference in treatment is obvious.

Facts speak louder than words.

There was a subtle change in the way everyone looked at Su Jiaojiao.

"Ouch!"

Feeling everyone's gaze, Su Jiaojiao cried out in pain, covering the back of her injured hand with a look of pain on her face, tears welling up in her eyes, "It hurts so much!"

"what?"

Su Manman's expression froze, her eyes fell on the back of her injured hand. She tilted her head to examine it, and asked in surprise, "How did your hand get injured?"

Su Jiaojiao pursed her lips, gathering her emotions, "Elder sister, I will treat you as..."

Her hands were shaking, her brows were wrinkled in pain, and at this moment she didn't care about maintaining her image.

"How could you let yourself get hurt!"

Su Jiaojiao did not receive the expected care and concern. As soon as Su Manman opened her mouth, she scolded her: "What's my life worth? Your hand is injured, it's a big deal."

"My aunt will punish me, and my father will be furious and kick us out. How will we survive then?"

"Elder sister..." Su Jiaojiao was surprised.

She was truly reborn.

She remembered that in her previous life, she had always been timid and cowardly, and never dared to publicize these things that were not to be told to outsiders.

Su Jiaojiao's heart was completely in a panic.

She quickly covered her hands with her sleeves and said, "Sister, you must have been frightened last night. Come back with me and get some rest."

She wanted to get her away.

"How can I sleep?"

Su Manman looked even sadder, muttering, "Auntie will punish me, it hurts!"

As she spoke, she lifted her sleeve, revealing an irregular red scar on her snow-smooth skin.

The branding is clear, with red and white mixed together.

In the bright morning light, the mark looked like a black and red beetle lying there, looking hideous and ugly.