The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

The person who pushed the door in had his hair standing up high, and he was dressed in white and had an elegant figure. He even had a leisurely smile on his face, and he looked unhurried.

It was Yun Shuo, it was her brother. Yun Nian's eyes were a little complicated. She tried her best to forget the pain she had experienced, but now, she had to remember it again.

When Yun Shuo approached, his expression became somewhat cold, as if he was ready to meet his sister with this expression.

"Sisi."

But no one responded to him. In this lonely house, the only few servants left had long been driven away by him in the name of "spoiling".

"Are you throwing a tantrum again?"

He snorted softly, and it was hard to tell whether it was disgust or pampering. Maybe he hated it, Yun Nian thought.

She suddenly became curious about what it would be like if Yun Shuo saw her body that had died so miserably.

Do you feel relieved that you have finally gotten your emotions out, or do you feel angry because you haven’t been able to fully express them?

After a long time without anyone answering, Yun Shuo's face became dissatisfied and stiff. He stepped heavily over the threshold and unceremoniously pushed open the door of the woman's boudoir.

How long had she been dead? Yun Nian couldn't remember, but the dust that had fallen down proved that no one had lived here for a long time.

"Cough cough!"

Yun Shuo, who was caught off guard by the dust, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and then looked at it carefully.

The decoration in the room was still the same as before, but there was no one on the bed who should be there.

"So much dust..."

His heart sank suddenly, and he couldn't help but think of the other people who coveted his sister.

Everyone wanted to get her, but no one could monopolize her. The result of the stalemate was that Yun Nian was imprisoned, and the others came in batches, as if this way, they could completely possess Sisi in a limited time.

But who broke the taboo and took away the girl he loved?

Nothing in the room moved, as if Yun Nian had never struggled.

"No, she seems to be sick and probably doesn't have the strength to resist."

Yun Shuo's thoughts flashed through his mind, and his sight fell on the outside. It was still snowing, and the new snow covered everything, swallowing up the blood. Only a small piece of open space under the corridor seemed to have a subtle sunken shadow.

The handsome man turned slowly and walked towards the direction of his sight somewhat sluggishly. The heavy snow like goose feathers fell on his cloak and then slowly turned into water.

Yun Nian floated down from the roof and landed beside him, looking at the traces on the ground with some curiosity.

That was where she had been lying. If you dug deeper, you might be able to see dried blood and snow clotted together.

It is a very strange thing to look at your own death from the perspective of a bystander.

Yun Shuo seemed to realize something. He bent down silently and picked up a shiny object from the snow.

It was a white jade earring, the sharp hook had been worn down and was about to merge with the teardrop-shaped body.

"Sisi?"

Is it hers? The girl herself didn't remember. She touched her earlobe and found that it was already replaced with another pair of earrings.

If I remember correctly, when she died, there was nothing on her ears. The earrings should have been tightly held in her hands, but she let go in the end.

"This is what I gave to Sisi, why is it here?"

The snow was only a little thick, and he suddenly started to dig with his hands. It was obvious that there was nothing underneath. Yun Nian looked at him coldly.

The pure white snow was thrown aside, revealing the dirty bottom, with dark traces entangled together, as if curled up,

"Impossible...absolutely impossible!"

He seemed to finally realize where the blood came from, flowing out from the body of his beloved sister, spreading from under the girl he loved to the snow.

So much blood, such cold snow...

"Sisi!"

Yun Shuo began to search frantically in this small house, but there was no sign of Yun Nian anywhere. It was not until he rushed out that he suddenly noticed the extra dirt slope.

Thanks to Yun Shuo's arrival, Yun Nian was finally able to leave the place that had imprisoned her for so long, and landed lightly in front of her own "grave".

The nameless wooden plaque was used as a monument. This hastily built mound of earth seemed to be burying an immature child. It was so small and simple.

He seemed to be aware of something, and he stroked the burred wooden sign with his trembling hands.

"Isn't it possible?"

How could this be possible? Sisi must be angry, deliberately irritating him. She was always willful and always had a bad temper, fooling people around and then hiding and laughing secretly.

Smiling?

It seemed like he hadn't seen Sisi smile for a long time. The last time he left, she frowned sadly and looked at him with her autumn-water eyes.

What did she say?

"Brother, I hate you."

Yun Nian spoke at the same time as him. How could she not feel disgusted? The spoiled girl who was loved by everyone suddenly fell into a situation of being tortured, and the people involved were her trusted family members.

At that time, Yun Shuo thought coldly,

Hate it if you want, but what could be more painful than letting Sisi marry someone else?

He thought he could accept it as long as she could still stay by his side, but seeing that she seemed to really think Ning Si Nian was a good man, he couldn't help but want her to recognize it.

Ning Sinian was nothing, hypocritical and cruel. He could see that the guy liked Yun Nian, but he loved power more. He wanted to marry Yun Nian and get a foothold in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Yun Shuo originally thought that this was fine, at least Ning Sinian would be under his control, as long as they treated each other with respect,

But Sisi thought that everyone in this world was a good person, and that the disguised Prince of Jinyang was so handsome and elegant, and she even had a little affection for him.

Then let Sisi not get married. Ning Sinian is easy to control, Xiyu is just a secret guard, and Zuo Mingyuan is even more of a fool.

As long as we can keep it a secret from my parents, it would be very easy to bring Sisi here.

His hands moved faster and faster. The mud and snow became dry and hard, and his hands became red and swollen, but he seemed not to notice.

"Do you regret it?"

Yun Nian propped up his chin and asked in a bored tone, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that he himself did not even notice.

The man, who had long lost his mind, naturally could not hear her words. He just dug hard and soon touched some pieces of clothing.

Such a familiar material, such a familiar color. Just seeing this, Yun Shuo suddenly paused and didn't dare to continue.

It was as if, as long as he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could continue to deceive himself.

"I'm not wrong..."

He suddenly spoke, not knowing whether he was speaking to himself or to the body buried inside.

"So am I wrong?"

The petite girl suddenly spoke up. She could never understand what twisted thoughts these people had.

When she cared about them, they spoke ill of her as if they hated her, but in this life, after she became indifferent, they suddenly came close to her.

"I don't understand, brother, do you still love me at this time? If you love me, why do you treat me like this?"

"If I can't have it, I have to destroy it. I can't do it. How can I do it, Sisi?"

"But isn't it too late for you to regret now?"

Obviously Yun Shuo couldn't hear her, but Yun Nian just wanted to say that she had so many things to say to him, wanted to question him, wanted to complain, wanted to clarify things.

But no one listened to her. It seemed that they just wanted to see her suffer so that they could be satisfied.

A strange gust of wind blew up the scattered hems of clothes, and the loosened soil also scattered, revealing the corpse inside.

The bruised and red limbs were covered with wounds, and the glaring scars were now exposed to Yun Shuo without reservation.

His fingertips trembled as he stretched forward. His hands were obviously very cold, but the temperature of the corpse was like eternal ice, and even his fingers were frozen.

He slowly dug away the remaining soil, revealing a tired, pained face. Even though it was blurry, one could still see some of its past appearance.

"I'm dead, are you happy then, brother?"

Yun Nian spoke softly in his ear.