The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

Mu Ling closed his eyes hard and opened them quickly.

When he lowered his head again, his deep and dark eyes were focused and full of tenderness. He looked at Xiao Yanbao in his arms and made a solemn promise.

"Unless my uncle dies, no one is allowed to bully Yan Bao and my sister anymore."

Gu Qilin's furious voice mixed with murderous intent came from under the willow tree.

"Mu Ling, do you dare to attack the truth?"

Mu Ling glanced at the gray sky, hugged Yan Bao tightly in his arms, his voice was as cold as ice.

"Gu Qilin, today I just kicked you, but tomorrow... I will let you die in front of my sister's grave to make amends to her!"

Xiao Yanbao kept his uncle's words in mind.

She wants her bad father to apologize to her mother-in-law!

And the bad aunt!

The person who deserves to die is the bad aunt, not her mother-in-law!

Hanyan finally arrived out of breath, holding thick clothes.

"Miss!"

Seeing the general, Han Yan was so frightened that he knelt down quickly.

"General, please forgive me, my slave..."

Yan Bao looked at it, uneasily twirling his little fingers and explaining softly.

"It was Yan Bao who wanted to see Doudou as soon as possible and wanted Doudou to save Yan Bao. Yan Bao ran too fast and the fairy sister couldn't keep up with Yan Bao."

Mu Ling glanced at Hanyan with cold eyes.

Yan Bao was injured and was still a three-and-a-half-year-old child. Although Han Yan had not practiced martial arts, she was still an adult woman. How could she not catch up?

But what Yanbao said was true.

She didn't know why she could run so fast, and it was obviously very painful to fall before. Now her forehead and hands were wrapped with bandages, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

She couldn't help but rub her head against Mu Ling's chest to feel it carefully.

Mu Ling was startled: "Yan Bao, be careful, don't touch the wound, it will hurt."

Yan Bao touched the wound, but it really didn't hurt.

Yan Bao raised his little head, his fair and tender little face full of confusion.

"Doudou, Yan Bao doesn't feel any pain at all."

Mu Ling only thought that Yan Bao didn't want him to worry, and felt even more distressed.

He is only three and a half years old, and he is as skinny as an ordinary two-year-old child, but he is so sensible and heartwarming.

In the five years since he was gone, how much had his sister and Yan Bao suffered in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Looking at Gu Qilin who was crawling up from the ground covered in mud, Mu Ling carried Yan Bao to the nearest room and asked Han Yan to dress her up, and then carried her to the mourning hall to see Aunt Mu off for the last time.

In front of the mourning hall, Mu Ling carefully avoided Yan Bao's injured little hand and held her wrist instead, and asked Wen Xin to take a thick and warm carpet and spread it in front of Yan Bao.

"Yan Bao, let's say goodbye to your mother-in-law with my uncle."

Yan Bao knelt on the soft and thick carpet and raised his little head.

He looked at the mourning hall, then at Muling, and then at the huge coffin in front of him.

The big, bright and pure eyes were filled with all kinds of expectations at first, and then slowly they seemed to understand something, and the light in the eyes instantly dimmed.

"Doudou, Aniang..."

Mu Ling felt sorry for her and picked her up to take one last look at Aunt Mu in the coffin.

"Yan Bao, your mother-in-law is a fairy in the sky. Knowing that her uncle is back, Yan Bao is taken care of, so she went back to the sky to rest."

Yan Bao: "..."

Yan Bao's tears fell down.

Xiao Nai's voice was weak and her eyes were dull.

"Doudou, Yanbao no longer has a mother... wu wu wu..."

"Woooooooo..."

The people around who came to express their condolences couldn't bear to hear the child's tender voice.

Muleng's eyes were red, and he gently kissed her soft hair that she had not combed back because of the injuries on her forehead and back of her head.

"Yanbao's mother-in-law will always live in the hearts of Yanbao and his uncle. Yanbao still has his uncle. Uncle will always be with Yanbao. Uncle will take care of Yanbao on behalf of Bao's mother-in-law and see that Yanbao grows up safely. "

After finishing speaking, Mu Ling lowered his voice again, not caring whether Xiao Yanbao could understand, but he wanted Xiao Yanbao to know.

"Yan Bao, remember that your mother-in-law was killed by Gu Qilin, Yang Chaoyun, and everyone in the Gu family!"

"Gu Qilin, Yang Chaoyun, all of them will be buried with your mother in the future!"

Xiao Yanbao heard that his mother-in-law once mentioned that people are buried in a big coffin after death.

Grandma doesn’t want to be in a coffin with a bad father and a bad aunt.

The little guy shook his head almost subconsciously.

"No! You can't be buried with him!"

Mu Leng's expression froze.

Xiao Yanbao's voice was hoarse and almost inaudible.

"We need...to use another coffin, dig a big pit far, far away...and bury it, far away from...my mother-in-law."

"Auntie doesn't like them...wuwuwu..."

Mu Ling held Xiao Yanbao tightly in his arms, his eyes red and swollen and out of breath from crying, and nodded heavily.

"it is good!"

Amid Mul Ling's promise and Xiao Yanbao's cries, the coffin closed heavily.

Three-and-a-half-year-old Yan Bao cried heartbrokenly, holding the lid of the coffin tightly with his skinny little hands, whimpering like an abandoned little animal.

Calling Aniang one after another!

Everyone who came to pay their respects felt their noses sore.

Even though most of them came here for the identity of General Mu Leng, they were still blinded by Yan Bao's whimpering like a little animal at this moment.

The ladies lowered their heads and wiped away tears.

Wiping away the fake cry of compliments on her face, she slowly fell into true love.

As both mothers, I imagined that one day if they passed away, their children would cry heartbreakingly in front of the mourning hall and call them "Aniang"...

Who doesn't feel like a knife?

Soon there were cries in the mourning hall.

Yang Chaoyun, who was dressed in plain white and only wore a simple red hairpin on his head, came with his servants.

She looked sobbing and her face was thin, as if she didn't care about her manners as a housewife, so she pushed away the support of Aunt Lu beside her and went to the front of the mourning hall.

"Sister Wanwan, it's my fault. It's my sister who didn't take good care of you, so I made you leave in such a hurry. I'm here to apologize to you."

As she spoke, she wiped her tears with a handkerchief, pretending to kneel down in front of Aunt Mu's coffin.

The nanny from behind arrived and quickly supported her.

"Oh madam, I can't do it! You are the wife of the Prime Minister. Even if Aunt Mu is the sister of the General of the Hussars, she is still the concubine of the Prime Minister."

"You are able to come to the General's Mansion to see her off for the last time. It is because you are kind and kind. Thinking of her, you have added the sixth lady to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but there is a difference between dignity and inferiority."

Yang Chaoyun burst into tears.

The weeping women on the side nodded their heads and agreed with what Grandma Lu said.

"Mrs. Gu, what she said makes sense. Since she is a concubine, there is no rule for a mistress to kneel to her concubine."

Otherwise, if Yang Chaoyun kneels down, the concubines of their respective masters will be gone in the future. Will they also follow Yang Chaoyun's example and kneel to their deceased concubines?

Just thinking about it makes me sick.

The sadness that was brought up by Yan Bao's crying also disappeared without a trace.

The general's sister is good, but she is also a concubine!

Still a bitch!

They can come here because the master of the mansion is doing it for the sake of the general. Otherwise, who would know who Aunt Mu is?

Yang Chaoyun's face was filled with sadness and his expression was sobbing.

It seemed that she was particularly sad because of Aunt Mu's departure, which made all the ladies look at her with different eyes.

He secretly thought that Mrs. Gu was indeed the most virtuous and kind-hearted mistress in the capital, yet she was so caring to a concubine, like a real sister.

Mu Ling remained silent. If he hadn't seen his sister's bloody corpse, he would have been deceived by Yang Chaoyun's acting skills.

Yan Bao, who was crying and twitching in his arms and almost lost his voice, finally recovered after a while and turned his head to look at Yang Chaoyun.

The moment he saw Yang Chaoyun, Yan Bao suddenly cried out in fear.

"Doudou! It's her! It's the madam...it's the madam who had my mother beaten to death..."

"A'niang...A'niang shed a lot...a lot of blood...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Everyone was shocked.

But Yang Chaoyun was well-known as a virtuous and gentle man in Beijing, and everyone didn't know who to believe.

Yang Chaoyun had a sad expression on his face, looking at Mu Ling with deep sadness but deep meaning.

It seems to be saying, "I had her beaten to death, but do you want your sister to be known as having an affair with others after her death?"

She spoke sadly: "General Mu, Yan Bao is only three and a half years old, and there is still a long way to go in the future. Although Aunt Mu is gone, I am her legitimate mother. If Aunt Mu is really killed by me, how can she die? Let her know and let her resent me as my aunt since she was a child?"

She was threatening Mu Ling. Even if she didn't plan for Aunt Mu, was she still threatening Yan Bao's future?

After all, Yan Bao has his own mother who is having an affair with someone else!

Since she dared to come at this time, she naturally had all the evidence.