Nothing to do with me

  Her eyes stared at the black-clothed man's mocking gaze, was he laughing at his own cowardice and incompetence? Who owes a blood debt will have to pay it back.

  "Hmph!" The man shook his head and gazed intensely at himself before vanishing into the room.

  "Who owes blood debt will have to pay it back?" Yan'er muttered the man's words, and some evil little cells in her seemed to be stirring... She was a bit tired and suddenly lay down on the bed, staring at the beam with her eyes wide open. The dark night had already enveloped everything, and Yan'er lay motionless on the bed, only her eyes still shining with light, proving that she was still alive.

  Yes, the death of Fenghe, the death of the child, and her own life are all in the hands of these powerful people. She is like an ant, anyone can take her life away. Rather than living in such a way, it's better to end her own life!

  "Princess——" Cui Zhu entered the room with excited footsteps.

  Ou Ruolan was admiring herself in front of the copper mirror, and she stared at the person in the mirror with wide eyes. Cui Zhu immediately shut her mouth and stopped making a sound.

  "Hurry up and braid my hair, the general will be back soon." I couldn't help but admire my own ability to get rid of two thorns in such a short time.

  "Yes." Cui Zhuo slightly squatted down, lifted her foot and walked towards the copper mirror: "Princess, the guard who was sent to investigate that little cheap woman has returned."

  "Huh? How?" Euloran wasn't very interested in Yuan'er's background anymore, and who knows, that little scoundrel might already be dead by now.

  "Hmph, princess, it's better not to pry, but after going to Suhe City, I just found out that the Yan family had long been defeated. It turns out that the general had given a large amount of money to support this poor family. If not, I heard that now their family in Suhe City is almost begging on the streets! Who would have thought that this poor girl was actually a noble lady? Why do daughters from rich families always have better lives than those from poor families like hers?" Cui Zhu's face was filled with jealousy.

  Ou Ruolan stopped fiddling with the flower hairpin and hummed, "I knew it. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world." Ou Ruolan pinned up her own hair with a hairpin fully embedded with pearls and admired herself from left to right in front of the mirror.

  "What does 'princess' mean?" Cui Zhu was somewhat puzzled.

  "You silly fool, what can you possibly understand?" Orlene haughtily pulled out a hairpin and inserted another one.

  "Yes." The bamboo grove drooped down and didn't say much more.

  "Go and see when General will be back." Oulan said impatiently to Cui Zhu.

  "Yes." Cui Zhu quickly retreated from the room and ran to the gate of the mansion, looking out and holding back her breath: "You're not just a princess, if my dad were also the emperor, I'd make you serve me every day, washing my feet and pouring night incense for me!" Cui Zhu kicked at small stones in anger.

  Pan Yu Yang returned to the mansion after holding the lantern, and the unrest of this day and night made him quickly pass on a message to let Shan Yunji come see him. As soon as he entered the Cloud Ridge Courtyard, Pan Yu Yang's eyebrows were unnaturally knotted together, and a formless anger was brewing in his heart.

  "Hubby." Oulan welcomed him early in the courtyard, bowing slightly. After Cui Zhu went out, she had already ordered someone to check if that cheap woman Yan was still breathing. Indeed! A cheap person is a cheap person, although her heart was not pleased at all, she pretended to order someone to clean up a room on the upper floor and casually assigned a maid to serve her.

  "Is everything okay at home?" Pan Yu Yang looked at Ou Ruolan with a cold expression, thinking to herself whether she should go take a look at Yan Er.

  "It's not good." Ou Ruolan changed her expression to a sad one: "Let me go with my husband to take a look at Yan Er." Ou Ruolan leaned on Pan Yueyang, and being by this tall, handsome man always made her feel happy.

  "What's wrong with her?" Pan Yu Yang unconsciously tensed up, no wonder she had been feeling uneasy in the palace all along.

  Ou Ruolan pursed her lips tightly, already resentful and still forcing herself to suppress the jealousy in her heart: "Let's talk about it when we get there." Ou Ruolan clenched her fists, You should die a miserable death!

  "Ma'am, have some porridge." The little maid anxiously put the reheated porridge on the table and looked at her pale face lying in bed.

  Her face was as if she hadn't heard, her big pupils were filled with tears. She told herself not to cry, even if she cried out all the tears, what could it bring back? The people who were good to her had all left one by one, and even her own child, this mother couldn't protect.

  "General, princess." The little maid turned around to see Pan Yu Yang and Ou Ruo Lan already standing outside the door, hastily paid her respects and then retreated from the room in a fluster.

  "Yan'er, what's wrong?!" Pan Yu Yang rushed to the bedside in one swift motion, only to see Yan'er staring blankly at the ceiling, not even looking at him. He turned his head and glared fiercely at Ou Ruolan, thinking that if she weren't a princess, he would have thrown her out!

  "Yan'er's younger sister just had a miscarriage..." Oulan stood at the door, her faint voice dispelling Pan Yueyang's confusion.

  "What did you say!" Pan Yu Yang put down the hand that was grasping her shoulder and stroked her small belly...

  "It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of you." Ouyang Rulan was always on guard against Pan Yueyang's impulsiveness, ready to leave at any moment.

  "Qian Er? Qian Er!" Pan Yueyang didn't have the anger that Ou Ruolan had expected, instead he turned back and grabbed Qian Er's shoulders again, making Qian Er face him.

  Her pale face slowly turned around, looking at the man in front of her.

  "What exactly happened when I entered the palace!" Pan Yu Yang tightly hugged Xuan Er's icy body.

  Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were filled with hatred as she stared at the door where Oulan stood. It was you! You killed Fenghe, and yet you can still live so freely in this world. It's because of your high status and power, it's because of your vicious heart that every beautiful life around you is being eliminated one by one like an obstacle! Oulan - I, Yan'er, swear to avenge Fenghe's unjust death on you in this lifetime!

  Ou Ruolan was stared at by Yan'er with a pair of eyes that had never been so hateful, making her feel uneasy all over. She calmed herself: "Husband, you chat first, I'll go back first as your wife." Ou Ruolan hastily left in a panic.

  "The wind lotus is dead, the child is dead." Yan's face was pale and leaned on Pan Yueyang's shoulder, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with herself.

  The man's shoulders stiffened, tightly embracing his face, with a hoarse voice: "Who did it." Pan Yu Yang was certain in her heart that this had an absolute relationship with Ou Ruolan!

  "Myself." Her face lit up with a smile.

  Euroran, who had already turned to leave, was shocked to hear Yan'er admit that she herself was responsible for the death of Fenghe and her unborn child. Euroran almost fell over in shock and hastily left the room. Just a moment ago, Yan'er's gaze seemed to indicate that she wanted revenge for Fenghe and the child, but how could she admit to Pan Yueyang that she was the one who killed them? How would she explain this to Qin'er? Originally, Euroran had hoped that Yan'er would accuse her, using Qin'er's suicidal apology as a shield...

  "What?!" Pan Yu Yang clearly didn't believe Yan Er's words, he wanted to shake her awake and not let her sink deeper into her own world.

  "Yes, it's me." Her pale face smiled at Pan Yueyang, unaware of how difficult this smile was. She slowly reached out to touch Pan Yueyang's face, every inch of skin caressing, did this man love himself or not?

  Pan Yu Yang was startled by Yan Er's calm actions: "Feng He, Feng He!"

  "Don't cry, shh." Yan'er covered Pan Yueyang's mouth with her hand: "Feng He doesn't want to serve anyone in the next life either. Let her sleep quietly. If she is reborn in the next life, I hope she won't be human again."

  Pan Yu Yang looked around the room with a hint of doubt, indeed she hadn't seen Feng He's shadow since entering. Feng He had been taking care of Rong Er with all her heart since the beginning: "Where's Feng He?"

  "She also went." Yan's face suddenly couldn't bear it and she burst into loud sobs on Pan Yueyang's body, feeling more sorrowful about Fenghe's death than the child's, after all, the child was destined to end up like this, but Fenghe shouldn't have...

  "What's wrong with you! What happened!" Pan Yu Yang angrily pushed away Yan's face, directly grasping her shoulders to make her look at him straight.

  "Fenghe......" Yan'er stared at Pan Yueyang, but in the end didn't say anything. Perhaps she had already come to a realization herself: relying on men was useless; if she wanted to survive and seek revenge, she could only rely on herself!

  Pan Yu Yang knew that he couldn't get anything out of Yan Er's current emotional state, Yan Er's pale face had no blood color, Pan Yu Yang pitied the woman in front of him, closed his eyes, and pressed a few of her major acupoints. Yan Er slowly fell asleep, gently laid her down, covered her with a quilt, and when Pan Yu Yang opened his red-rimmed eyes again, he was ready to kill.

  Pan Yu Yang kicked open the door with one foot, and Ou Ruolan hastily put down the jade pendant in her hand, staring straight at Pan Yu Yang.

  "Speak! Don't make me find out!" Pan Yu Yang pinched Ou Ruolan's neck.

  "Ah......you let......" Orlan felt for the first time that this man was so terrifying, she desperately slapped at the hand pressed against her neck, and with just a bit more force from him, her life would be over.

  Pan Yu Yang tightly clenched his fingers, as if he wanted to twist her neck off. Seeing that Ou Ruolan had lost the strength to struggle earlier, he regained some of his sanity and loosened his palm.

  Ou Ruolan fell to the ground, panting heavily, and cowered under the wooden cabinet, her big eyes darting back and forth: "Husband, I didn't." After speaking, she panted again.

  Slap! Pan Yu Yang slapped the table, and a crack appeared on the red wood. He glared at Ou Ruolan, who had been openly disciplining their daughter since she entered the Pan family. He had tolerated it, but now that she was married into the family for just a few days, she was so arrogant. She really thought he was weak and incompetent! Just this one thing - harming his son's descendants - he could sacrifice his life to divorce this woman!

  "Ou Roulan gasped for air, her weak voice trembling as she spoke: 'I'm also heartbroken about Yan'er's affair. After all, that was my husband's flesh and blood. I wouldn't like other women to share my husband with me, nor would I do such a cruel thing. The matter has been investigated, and it was found that Tuan'er was the one who poisoned her. Tuan'er took poison and killed herself after being discovered, and her body has already been handled by the household staff. If you don't believe me, husband, you can ask the housekeeper to confirm. Although I punished Yan'er and Fenghe, I had them placed in the Yunlu courtyard to prevent others from having malicious intentions. When the incident occurred, I was taking a nap in my room, really not doing it as a wife. Fenghe was also an unlucky maid who accidentally fell into the well, and I've already ordered people to retrieve her body. Husband, you can go see for yourself that there's not a single wound on Fenghe's body; she simply lost her footing and fell in. As for Fenghe's matter, I am at fault, and I will definitely make amends with her family. However, the child's affair has nothing to do with me!'"