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

Yixiang Garden has a large courtyard, with rockery pavilions and rockery in the garden, winding streams, and various flowers competing for beauty and fragrance.

As soon as you enter the outer hall, you will be greeted by a sea of ​​pearwood furniture, which is exquisitely crafted and has a bright color, which is eye-catching.

When Su Manman followed Nanny Lan into the room, she was even more surprised.

There were mahogany furniture and fine silk curtains with gold-threaded peony patterns. Inside, there was a large mahogany step-out bed with a fist-sized night pearl hanging from the headboard.

Near the window, there is a mahogany chaise longue and an eight-immortal chair next to it.

Aunt Liu sat on the Eight Immortals Chair, leaning weakly on the handle, staring at her with a pair of almond-shaped eyes.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were wrinkled and dirty, and she exuded a faint sour smell. She looked in a state of disarray.

In fact, Aunt Liu is only in her thirties, with a fair complexion and delicate features. Her comfortable life of luxury makes her look younger than her actual age.

On the other hand, her mother, Lin, had her father and brother demoted, her husband fell out of favor, her son left home, her daughter sent away, and she was plagued by illness...

Due to worries and anxieties, his face became haggard, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked like he had aged ten years.

Under her sleeves, Su Manman slowly clenched her hands into fists.

She entered the house and bowed respectfully, "Man'er greets grandma."

In the most conspicuous place at the entrance, there is an octagonal table with a half-person-high celadon vase on the table.

The red wintersweets dot the smoky green pattern, making it particularly eye-catching.

This vase is Mrs. Qian’s most beloved thing.

In her previous life, she had firmly established herself in the harem.

There are all kinds of century-old porcelain in the palace, and you can see everything.

She has the ability to tell which porcelain is real and which is fake.

Upon closer inspection, this celadon vase is indeed a fake.

Su Manman knelt down and saluted. Old Madam Qian didn't even raise her eyelids, but concentrated on wiping every part of the bottle with a handkerchief.

No words were spoken, and no one was allowed to get up.

Aunt Liu, standing aside, had a look of gloating on her face, waiting to see the show.

This is to show her the power.

Su Manman sneered in her heart.

In her previous life, she had managed to become the queen, so she no longer cared about using this method of punishing people.

"Grandma, my mother was critically ill a few days ago, and her life was hanging by a thread. I was busy tending to her and was unable to come and wish you a happy birthday right away. Please forgive me."

She didn't let her get up, so could she not get up?

Su Manman stood up and said with a faint smile: "My granddaughter didn't come because she was afraid of passing the disease to grandma. This..."

She glanced at Concubine Liu and said with a half-smile, "Concubine Liu just got out of prison. The prison of the Dali Temple is full of all kinds of evil and unjustly killed souls. There are too many dirty things."

"My aunt came home without burning incense and bathing, and came directly here, spreading the dirt on her body everywhere. My grandmother is old, if she gets entangled, what will happen?"

Her few light words frightened Aunt Liu so much that she stood up in shock.

She came to Yixiangyuan because she wanted to let the old lady see how miserable she was.

She came here to gain sympathy.

"What do you mean? Don't try to sow discord between the old lady and me?" Aunt Liu was irritated.

As she approached, the foul smell of the prison hit her nose.

Su Manman covered her nose with her hand and took a step back. "You did it, you said it, what does it have to do with me? Ugh... Ugh..."

She pretended to vomit.

It's not that she can act, it's just that her facial senses are very sensitive. The smell is really unbearable for her weak body.

Unexpectedly, her action deeply stimulated Su Jiaojiao who came to visit her mother.

In her previous life, she died on the street. Her soul floating in the air saw everyone who passed by her covering their noses and leaving in disgust.

No one helped her.

At that time, people were excitedly discussing that the emperor had canonized the eldest daughter of the Su family as Queen Jingya.

The person in front of me is the future queen of Daqian Kingdom.

In what way can she not compare to her?

Intense jealousy instantly filled Su Jiaojiao's heart, making her eyes red.

The door curtain opened and she walked in quickly. "Eldest sister, my aunt just got out of jail. Why are you bullying her again?"

She grabbed Su Manman's arm and squeezed it hard through her sleeve. "Eldest sister, you did this as soon as you returned home. Isn't it enough? Please, stop."

She looked miserable and begged in a tearful voice, but she could not hide the fierceness in her eyes as she looked at Su Manman.

What a great actor.

"Let go." Su Manman grabbed her wrist, moving her fingers slightly and exerting force, "Let go quickly."

"I won't!" She shook her head stubbornly, tears in her eyes. "Sister, please don't make trouble. We are all family. Let's live a good life, okay?"

family?

What is a family?

If we were a family, why was my mother murdered, my brother and I sent out of the house, and why did we have to endure the pain of separation from our loved ones, and the hardship of being bullied and ignored?

As a family, she had never felt the warm affection from them.

Never before.

"You are family," she replied coldly, exerting force with her hands to break free from her restraints.

She used some strength, but not much. Unexpectedly, Su Jiaojiao fell backwards as if pushed by gravity.

"Plop!" She fell onto the eight-immortals table behind her.

The mahogany table shook violently, and several of the large smoky green porcelain vases on it shook and fell off the table.

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking porcelain echoed throughout the house.

The exquisite celadon vase was smashed to pieces.

Things happened in a flash and no one had time to react.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Old Madam Qian was still wiping the bottle with a handkerchief in her hand. When she came back to her senses, her eyes were bloodshot and she stamped her feet, practically yelling, "My celadon bottle, my treasure!"

This porcelain actually belongs to her husband's family.

That year, her husband died, and she sold her family property and went to live with her cousin.

Life is not that good when you live under someone else's roof.

However, thanks to his son's hard work, the Su family regained its footing.

One day, she happened to find the porcelain vase that she had sold and bought it back.

It is not just a porcelain vase, but also her thoughts about her husband and her former home.

After this thing came into her hands, she never let anyone else use it, and she would wipe it herself with a wet towel every day.

Polished to a glossy shine.

This wiping lasted for a full ten years.

This porcelain vase is no longer just a porcelain vase.

But he is her hope, a child who is carefully cared for.

Now, her hopes are shattered and her child is dead. Old Madam Qian is almost heartbroken.

"Grandma, I'm sorry..."

Su Jiaojiao turned pale with fear and stammered, "No...it's not me..."

She curled her lips, tears welling up in her eyes. "I heard my aunt was back and was anxious to see her, so I ran a little hastily."

When she spoke, she first explained why she was running.

It was all because she was concerned about her aunt's safety and it was out of her filial piety.

"When I entered the room, I grabbed my eldest sister's sleeve. I just wanted her to give up her hatred, cherish her family, and not do anything that would harm the Su family, or hurt Grandmother and Father."

"I just want to protect my aunt and prevent her from being bullied or wronged..."

"But my eldest sister..."

Su Jiaojiao raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Su Manman. She stammered, "Eldest sister, if you say let go, I will let go. Why...why did you push me so hard..."