Disaster originated from me

  Ou Ruolan's words temporarily saved her life, Pan Yuanyang turned and left, Ou Ruolan's eyes filled with hatred shot out resentment like a door!

  "Go and get Yunji for me!" Pan Yuanyang took a step out the door and growled at Cui Zhu in a low voice, striding towards the study.

  "Princess?" Cui Zhu stood cautiously outside the door, having served the princess for many years, she had never seen Ouro Lan so disheveled and frightened, crouching on the ground. To be honest, Ouro Lan's appearance made Cui Zhu feel a little pleased.

  "Get out!" Orlane didn't lift her head.

  Cui Zhu lowered her head and ran out with a puff of smoke: "Go, General wants to pass on the auspicious cloud." Cui Zhu naturally wouldn't do such trivial things, so she casually instructed a little maid in the mansion to hurry up and take care of it.

  "Speak! I've only been away from the mansion for one day, how did so many troubles arise!? Where is Cong'er's corpse?!" Pan Yu Yang suddenly felt that his own mansion was hiding a huge dark fog.

  Xun Yun stood there, nodding silently, really didn't know where to start with this mess. To talk about this mess... it all started the day the princess entered the mansion.

  "...Pan Yu Yang looked at Duan Yunji, who was lowering his head and not speaking. He knew in his heart that this Ou Ruolan had been in the General's Manor for three days and had completely turned it upside down. The servants were all afraid of her, and some had even taken their own lives out of fear of punishment. Hmph, what a ruthless woman."

  "General Hui, everything was fine in the mansion at first, but now there is a young mistress in the mansion, and it's really... difficult..." Jianyun shook his head, he really didn't know what had happened.

  "Go and get a few loyal servants to take care of Yan'er, I don't want to see her threatened again, go!" Pan Yu Yang rubbed his head, he hated this life of being controlled by others.

  Her face didn't eat or drink, every day she slept drowsily, lying down tired would sit up and look out the window, autumn was already deep, withered leaves accompanied by a cool breeze swept through the room not gently, her face tightened the quilt.

  "Madam, I'll close the window." The little maid who was summoned to attend to Yan'er gently closed the window.

  Her face silently watched this girl, closing her eyes.

  "General." The little maid curtsied and looked worriedly at the person on the bed, shaking her head slightly towards Pan Yueyang.

  "Hasn't eaten yet?" Pan Yu Yang looked at Yan's feigned sleep, really didn't know how to deal with her. Feeling both angry and annoyed, Pan Yu Yang originally wanted to turn around and leave, but his heart couldn't bear it, so he slowly walked to the bedside, picked up the millet porridge on the low table: "Go heat it up."

  The little maid took the bowl and quickly walked out, but didn't forget to look back at Qian Er's face, a young and tender face full of worry.

  "Baby, we can still have children. Once you've recovered, I promise you we'll have many, many more." Pan Yu Yang hugged Yan'er tightly, the daughter in her arms was almost nothing but skin and bones.

  "Shh." She closed her eyes, placing a finger on her lips: "Don't make noise, my child is sleeping."

  Pan Yu Yang was taken aback and pulled away from her, only to see Yan Er still closing her eyes, indulging in her own fantasy. Pan Yu Yang painfully furrowed his brow: "Yan Er, don't punish yourself like this."

  Her face suddenly opened her eyes wide: "You will get what's coming to you." Another flower-like smile, closed her eyes and stroked her belly.

  Pan Yu Yang clenched his fist, took a deep breath and listened to Shan Yunji say that when the child came out, it was less than the size of a palm, and the whole body was black and purple with no signs of life, it was a girl.

  "General, porridge is here." The little maid looked at Yan'er sitting on the bed with a sympathetic gaze.

  "Here, come." Pan Yu Yang took the clear porridge and stirred it gently with a spoon, afraid of making any noise that would disturb Yan Er: "Come on, have some porridge. The child is asleep, you should eat something while she's sleeping so you can take care of her properly." Pan Yu Yang looked at Yan Er sadly, who had already collapsed, and couldn't believe he was saying the same absurd things as Yan Er.

  The little maid stood aside with her head down, touching the corner of her eye. These days, the lady had been in this state, either drowsy or staring blankly, and if there was any noise in the room, she would nervously say not to wake up the child.

  Her face turned away, her eyes still tightly closed, she wasn't crazy, she just didn't want to face reality. She deliberately avoided all the existence of reality, and would rather pretend to be crazy in her fantasy world. But Pan Yu Yang's words today, which were as crazy as hers, made her hate him instead.

  Pan Yu Yang put down the spoon, tilted his head back and poured half a bowl of clear porridge into his mouth. He turned around, covered Yan Er's head with his hand, and pressed his lips tightly on Yan Er's. Yan Er struggled, but her strength was no match for Pan Yu Yang's. Her teeth were pried open by Pan Yu Yang, and the four pieces of porridge slowly flowed into her mouth.

  Her face suddenly opened her eyes, fiercely biting Pan Yueyang's lips, Pan Yueyang frowned in pain, refusing to give up the fusion of their lips, and continued to pry open trying to feed porridge into Yaner's body. Yaner took advantage of the opportunity to twist her head hard, and half a bowl of porridge splashed everywhere between their mouths.

  "Madam?" The little maid was originally delighted to see the madam being forced by the general to drink some, but her face suddenly struggled, and most of the porridge fell on the bed sheet and the ground. The little maid quickly handed over a silk handkerchief to Pan Yueyang.

  Her face was filled with a triumphant smile as she glared at Pan Yu Yang, and a sense of revengeful pleasure arose.

  Pan Yu Yang didn't get angry from the previous action, when he touched Yan's lips, his heart unexpectedly hoped for more, defeated, he took over the silk handkerchief and gently wiped off the rice grains and porridge water splashed on Yan's face.

  "Don't pretend to care about me, you'll get what's coming to you." Yan'er's low voice couldn't hide the murderous tone in her heart, she growled.

  "Get a clean quilt for the lady later." Pan Yu Yang wiped her face clean, then took out a silk handkerchief to simply wipe the corners of her mouth and collar. She got up and left with light footsteps. When she was about to leave the room, Pan Yu Yang stopped for a moment, but didn't turn around and silently walked out of the room.

  The little maid brought out a new pair of quilts and carefully laid them on the bed, but didn't promptly remove the dirty quilt from her mistress's body: "Madam..." The little maid turned her head, not letting her mistress see her tears fall.

  "What's your name..."

  The sudden face suddenly opened its mouth to ask the little maid's name, and the little maid was overjoyed, hurriedly wiping away her tears: "I'm called Xiao Yan." This is the first time the lady has taken the initiative to speak to herself since she served these few days.

  "How old..." The tone of his face still had no emotional component.

  "You're thirteen years old now." Little Yuan crouched by the bed, looking up at Yan's face with her head tilted back, and covered Yan's icy fingers with her own small hands to try to warm them up.

  "Leave now, those who follow me will not have a good outcome." Yan's eyes closed again and slowly exhaled a weak breath.

  "No, madam, you will get better," said Little Yan sincerely, her innocent eyes gazing at Qian Er.

  Her face no longer cares about her, and she closes her eyes to indulge in her own world. Xiaoyan's weak head hangs down, but her small hands still don't leave Lian'er's icy hand.

  "It's indeed a deep bond between master and servant." Ouluo Lan was supported by Cui Zhu to the door, but she didn't intend to go further.

  A familiar voice made Yan'er open her eyes, and a pair of resentful eyes calmly stared at Ouyang Rulan, this ruthless woman. Thinking of Fenghe's death, Yan'er's hateful eyes were filled with tears.

  Ou Ruolan hated her guts, never expecting that this daughter's life would be so big at the Ghost Gate, if it weren't for this woman, Pan Yu Yang wouldn't have ignored her, even on their wedding night he was perfunctory, these days he was alone in his study room. Ou Ruolan clenched her teeth tightly, the proud her wouldn't easily lose to this woman, she is a princess!

  "Princess." Cui Zhu gently called back Ou Ruolan who was lost in thought.

  "I came here to see if you were dead or not. You should thank me for helping you get rid of the real culprit." Oulan raised her chin.

  Her face didn't say a word, still with an expression that seemed to want to kill her, glaring at Ouyang Rulan.

  "Qian Er has already confessed." Ouyang Lan said and turned to leave, originally she had prepared many words to hurt this woman, but was intimidated by Yan Er's angry gaze.

  Cui Zhu glared at Yan'er with a scowl, then suddenly spat on the ground and followed Ou Ruolan out: "Princess, why did you let that cheap person off so easily today?" Cui Zhu was somewhat resentful of Ou Ruolan's weakness.

  "That cheap woman will be dealt with sooner or later!" Ouro Lan straightened her back and stopped talking, leaving directly: "Get ready, follow me into the palace."

  Cui Zhu's face broke into a smile, and now that Ou Ruolan had entered the palace, Xiang Er, this little cheap person, would not be able to rest easy soon, hehe.

  "Ma'am?" Little Yan pulled tight on Qian Er's hands, pulling her back from the edge of losing control.

  Her face furious, she stared at the door where the two women had disappeared, then turned her head and shook Xiao Yan excitedly: "You say, you say! What's wrong with Yan'er?!"

  "Madam, madam..." Xiaoyan pressed down on her face and lost control of her body, her thin face leaning into Xiaoyan's arms: "It's okay, madam."

  "What's wrong with Yan'er?" Yan'er somewhat regained her composure: "Xiao Yuan, will you tell me?"

  "Madam, it was only after that day that I, Xiao Yan, was transferred to serve you. I really didn't know." Xiao Yan's soft voice pressed against her shoulder, but she wasn't unaware - although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, how could the people in the mansion not know about these things? It was just that the housekeeper had instructed her not to speak carelessly in front of Yan'er, and besides, seeing Madam's current mood and physical state, she absolutely couldn't say anything.

  "Xiao Yan, Feng He has been following me since I entered the mansion. Feng He...” Yan's voice trailed off, Feng He had always been diligent and devoted to serving her, yet she had never truly cared for Feng He until Feng He was on the verge of death, still faithfully protecting her. She only felt indebted to Feng He.

  "Madam, Xiaoyuan understands, Fenghe sister is a good person." Xiaoyuan slid down tears.

  "Xiao Yan? I'm begging you, I really want to know how many innocent people have died because of me!" Yan'er looked at Xiao Yan with a firm gaze, her entire being no longer the crazy person she used to be, her sincere eyes melting Xiao Yan.

  "After that day, the princess dragged out Madame Tiantian as the one who harmed her, and it's said that Madame Tiantian confessed to the crime without any defense. DouDou was beaten to death by the princess in order to protect his master from being guilty... Later, Madame Tiantian poisoned herself and was thrown into the wilderness by the princess..."