Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

"What did you say?" Nan Shanyun glanced at the body that had been carried to the side of Wang's house by the servants and placed on a mat. "Isn't he dead?"

Nanshan looked at the old man in front of him, his thoughts clearly written on his face: "Then please ask Dad to send someone to check if there are any servants missing in the mansion. If she has family, then comfort them well, so that the image that Nanshan Mansion has worked so hard to establish will not collapse again."

"Are you saying this person is not Wang?"

"Correct."

"Are you so sure?"

"Father, I am mother's biological daughter. Since I came back, I have been taking care of all her affairs during her illness. I know her stature and the size of her hands and feet. Even if she is unrecognizable, I can tell that the one on the ground is definitely not mother."

She gave the choice to Nanshan Yun: either go to the government office to report Wang's disappearance and ask them to look for her, or continue to be a coward.

Nan Shanyun looked at his daughter in horror. He felt that she was different after she came back. "Did your mother really run away?"

"Probably."

"this......"

"Father, you should think about whether to report it to the police."

"What? Report to the police? You can't report it!" If he reported it to the police, it would mean telling everyone that his wife ran away with someone else. What an insult!

Nanshan: ...Yes, it is better for him to continue to be a coward. To him, clinging to the powerful or selling his daughter for fame and fortune are not as important as his face. His face has to take priority in everything.

If you can't save face, no one will have an easy time.

It was the Nanshan clouds that she was familiar with.

Nanshan Yun made up his mind: "Hold the funeral as usual! Butler, where is the butler?"

Nanshan Yun yelled.

The housekeeper was waiting at the gate of the courtyard at this time. When he heard Nan Shanyun's shout, he ran in from the gate: "Master."

"Go check if the mansion is short of servants. If not, find her family and tell them that she died while protecting her master. The mansion is offering her three hundred taels of silver as a reward for her bravery and asks them to mourn her."

"Yes!" the housekeeper responded and secretly glanced at Nanshan. Seeing that she was standing there expressionless, she went out without giving him any signal.

"I will hold a funeral for Wang in two days. Nanshan Prefecture will observe a three-year mourning period! Forget about your noble lady."

"Yes." Nanshan was too lazy to talk to him, so she agreed casually and stood quietly with her head down. Seeing her indifferent look, Nanshan Yun became furious and walked out with her sleeves thrown.

Looking at Nanshan Yun's disappearing back, Nanshan silently turned his gaze to the charred corpse on the charred ground.

Nanshan walked over and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. The still active little creature inside was trying to tell the story that this body once existed vividly in this world.

Apart from Madam Cui, there were only the two maids who had just been bought in the yard. One of the maids was sent by her to deliver something to the second aunt's yard, and the only one left was the other maid.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have bought you into the mansion." Nanshan lowered his eyes, sighed softly, and injected a little of his essence into her body. With the blessing of this little bit of Nanshan's aura, she would be able to marry into a wealthy family in the future and live a worry-free life.

At this time, Aunt Cui helped Second Aunt settle Ah Chun. She was worried and brought a few servants to check on her: "Young Miss?"

"Yes." Nanshan stood up: "Tell them to quickly set up the mourning hall and put mother's body in it. Listen to the housekeeper's arrangements."

"Yes." Nanny Cui bowed and responded, waved her hand, and directed the servants to clean up "Wang's" body.

Just then, the butler came over with his men after hearing Nanshan Yun's instructions.

"Miss." After paying his respects, the butler stood aside. He spoke only after arranging for the servants to clean up "Wang's" body and carry it away.

"Butler, have you found out which servant is missing?" Nanshan probably knew that this butler had some connection with Xuan Qingyi's arrangements. After all, in their interactions with Zhao Fei, they were like subordinates and superiors.

"Yes, it is Xiaobing, the maid that Madam recently bought into her courtyard. I checked the contract of sale and found that Xiaobing has no family members at home." The butler told the story one by one as he found out.

"Okay." Nanshan nodded. "You can go back now. You will have to work hard in the next few days to bury her properly according to the etiquette of the lady of Nanshan Mansion."

"Yes." The butler responded and left.

"Miss?" Aunt Cui almost suspected that what she just heard was hallucination, "Is that Xiao Bing?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Aunt Cui couldn't digest this huge amount of information.

"Madame Cui, what kind of person is mother?" Nanshan answered the question irrelevantly.

"Madam...is a cold person." Aunt Cui looked at Nanshan's serious expression, thought for a moment, and said.

"Yes, she is cold-hearted and has never given me the warmth of a mother."

When Aunt Cui heard this, her eyes turned red again. She stepped forward and grabbed Nanshan's arm, while one hand gently soothed her behind her back.

She didn't want to know about the Madam anymore. Compared to the Madam, the eldest daughter was more important to her. What she couldn't understand was that the Madam had killed Xiao Bing and now no one knew where she had gone. What on earth was she trying to do? !

Aunt Cui didn't understand the logic of Wang's transformation from Mrs. Nanshan to a runaway woman, but Nanshan knew what she was doing.

She was probably just unwilling to "cling to the powerful and wealthy". Seeing that she, as the nominal mother, could not stop her, she used her own funeral to create obstacles for her, and even killed a person in vain.

Now she is trying to escape, and her target is still not her "daughter".

Nanshan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding her emotions. Since she wanted to kill her so much, she probably wouldn't leave Langzhou too far in the short term.

She would definitely observe in the dark to make sure that the obstacle was created correctly before she could do other things with peace of mind.

Now that I think about it, those rumors that could never be suppressed would not have spread so violently if she had taken some action to stop them.

Or maybe she played a role in it?

Nanshan looked at the place where the charred corpse lay and clenched her fists. She would eventually pay the price.

"Madam Cui, please help the housekeeper to arrange Xiao Bing's funeral."

"Okay. Miss, let's go and rest." Seeing that it was getting too late, Nanny Cui urged Nanshan to rest, so the master and servant hurried to the second aunt's yard.

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"What's that noise outside? It's so loud?!" The third aunt was awakened by the noise outside and said impatiently.

"Aunt, something seems to have happened in Wang's courtyard." Nanny Jinhua answered from the side.

"Tell them to keep their voices down. Wang is useless. What big thing could happen in the yard? Is it necessary to mobilize so many people?!" The third aunt said impatiently. She turned over without opening her eyes, covered her head and continued to sleep.

"Yes..." Nanny Jinhua pursed her lips and had to close them.

"Aunt! Aunt! Open the door!" At this time, the third aunt's courtyard door was knocked again.

"Miss Third? Why are you here so late?" Nanny Jinhua hurried out to open the door.

"Oh, I have something urgent to tell my aunt." Nan Shanqing said as she walked towards the third aunt's room. The noise outside was too loud, so she couldn't sleep well. When she went out to ask, she found out that something big had happened!

"Auntie, Auntie, don't sleep anymore, get up quickly." Nan Shanqing pulled the quilt and sat down beside the bed. "Do you know what happened in Wang's courtyard?"

"What could possibly happen to her? Go to sleep, kid. Look at my eyes. I can't even open them. I'm so sleepy."

"Oh, Auntie! Wang is dead!" Nan Shanqing grabbed Third Auntie's hand and shook it hard, "Don't sleep!"

"What's the big deal if she died? She...wait, she's dead?!" The third aunt sat up suddenly from the bed, half awake from her sleep.

"What should I do?" The Third Aunt was completely sober. "What should I do about the household expenses?"

"She has not been in charge of household affairs for a long time." Nanshan Qing responded.

"Then what about your marriage? Won't it be delayed?" The third aunt came to her senses and showed anxiety on her face.

"Delaying the marriage? That's exactly what I want." Nanshan Qing disagreed. She was not happy that Bai Wuyin disliked her.

That day in the Requiem Temple, we were all family. She had been known as the "Goddess" for several years. How could she be willing to marry that playboy?

As for Bai Wuyin, he was a well-known playboy and had arranged countless women under his control. Even if he spread rumors about her, who would believe him?