Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

picture!

so similar!

The same soft figure.

The same stunning beauty.

The same cool temperament.

But it seems like there is something different?

It was hard to tell whether it was her temperament or her aura, but the woman in front of her seemed to give her a subtle sense of intimidation, causing her heart to unconsciously shrink again.

After decades of experience in the backyard, she quickly adjusted her mindset and immediately put on a warm smile and said, "Oh my! It's Qian You who's back! It's been fifteen years. Come closer and let mother see you."

Qian You smiled sweetly, her steps as light as willow branches, and she walked towards Madam Li in small steps, then she put her hand softly and naturally on Madam Li's arm.

Mrs. Li's body stiffened immediately and she wanted to shake him off immediately, but she had to maintain her proper demeanor.

Qian You felt the changes in Madam Li's body and the disorder of her breathing, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. At the same time, he raised an even brighter, more brilliant and gentle smile, facing Madam Li's struggling smile.

"My dear child, I have wronged you over the years. I sent you to the villa to avoid disasters. Now that your fortune has just improved, mother has sent someone to bring you back."

Mrs. Li had to maintain the image of a good wife and mother that she had established over the years. Because there were so many people on the road outside the gate, she had to explain tactfully.

"It's okay, ma'am, I'm fine. Ahem..."

After a short cough, Qian You held Madam Li's hand tightly and continued, "I'm sorry, Madam. I've been weak since I was a child. I'm a little tired after traveling for several days."

Qian You looked gentle, lovely and weak, holding Madam Li's arm, a picture of loving mother and filial son.

"Yun Qianyou, this is the Prime Minister's wife, you should call her mother."

Yun Wanqing could no longer suppress her inexplicable jealousy or resentment, and spoke in dissatisfaction.

"Oh! I'd better call you Madam. Please forgive me. I grew up in the mountains and don't have the concept of mother. It's more natural to call you Madam. Please don't be offended."

Qian You turned his gaze to Yun Wanqing and looked at her face to face.

"You! An unruly little..."

Before she could say the word "bitch", Li said quickly, "Don't worry, don't worry, you can call me mother when you are familiar with me, now hurry in."

Li took the opportunity to brush away Qian You's hand that was hugging her arm and turned around to go back.

"Madam, before entering the mansion, it is better to make things clear in front of the neighbors, so that old servants like Li Mama will not be able to bully me, the second young lady from the mountain village."

Li stood there in shock, unable to react for a moment.

"I left home when I was young, and I never expected to return to the place where I was born one day. It was you who said that I was the second young lady of the mansion, and sent Madam Li to Anxi Town to pick me up, saying that you missed me and wanted me to come back to enjoy life. But today, as soon as I arrived at the gate of the mansion, Madam Li asked me to go through the corner gate for people to walk, and said that I was not a young lady of the mansion! I don't know if this is the intention of the mansion, or the intention of this old slave herself? Does it mean that who is a young lady in the mansion is now decided by the old madam?"

Qian You looked aggrieved, blinking his innocent big eyes as he stared at Madam Li, telling her everything that had just happened outside the mansion.

"Yes! This old slave was arrogant just now and was very rude to this young lady."

"Yes! Yes! I saw it too, the whole thing. The little girl was sent to the countryside when she was little, it was hard enough, and she finally came back, but she was bullied by the old servants before she even entered the house. The family tradition of this Prime Minister's Mansion is not very good!"

"Alas! It's not easy for the little girl! Seeing her sick and weak appearance, she is so pitiful!"

"Little girl, you'd better go back. You've been looked down upon by this old servant before you even enter the house. Who knows what kind of suffering you'll have to endure if you follow him into the mansion!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, and the dignity that Mrs. Li had worked so hard to maintain almost collapsed on the spot.

Qiao Nan glanced at the onlookers and saw several familiar faces speaking eloquently, stirring up the emotions of the spectators around them.

Madam Li glanced at Nanny Li who was sitting on the ground, and Xiao Cui was squatting beside her to support her.

Her old face was dark red, her cheeks were puffed up with anger, she was breathing heavily, and her triangular eyes were wide open.

Mrs. Li was extremely angry at this moment.

It was this Nanny Li who whispered in her ear that there was a concubine's daughter of marriageable age in the mansion who could break her daughter's bad marriage.

It was also this Nanny Li who arranged for people to investigate, and the replies all said that Yun Qianyou looked honest and cowardly.

It was this Nanny Li who went to pick her up in person, and came back saying that the little bitch lived a hard life and seemed easy to control.

Ah! She is going crazy now!

This is clearly a little fox, now she is acting so delicate, even more hateful than her dead mother.

"This old slave was rude and deserved to be beaten. You were right to beat him just now."

She suppressed her anger and put a smile on her face again as she spoke to Qian You.

Li looked at the face in front of her, which was most likely similar to the woman named Yi Yi, and even more calm and bright than that woman, and she felt very angry.

"Madam, I didn't hit her. She is your person. How dare I, a junior, punish your person?"

Qian You said seriously with a sincere look, looking weak and innocent.

"Yes, the little girl didn't hit the old lady just now. She just didn't stand properly and fell down the stairs."

"Yes, she broke her head herself. It has nothing to do with the little girl."

The crowd was in an uproar again, and everyone was talking in defense of the weak woman in front of them.

Nanny Li fell down the stairs and cut her forehead. A streak of blood stained her gray hair, mixed with tears. She looked in a disheveled state, and looked at Madam Li nervously.

Mrs. Li bit her back teeth hard and glanced at the onlookers.

If Nanny Li is not punished today, who knows what will happen to the Prime Minister's Mansion tomorrow.

"Madame Li is disrespectful to the young lady in the mansion. Take her away and give her twenty strokes of the cane."

Madam Li glared at Nanny Li fiercely and thought, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself. It was you who brought such a little evil creature back home.

"Madam, I know I was wrong, but I won't do it again. Twenty strokes of the cane will kill me."

Madam Li glanced coldly at the servants around her, and two servants ran up quickly, carried Madam Li from the ground and returned to the yard.

After a while, the sound of crackling boards could be heard, accompanied by the hoarse shouts of an old man.

The maids and servants who followed out looked at the girl in white with sparkling eyes.

Looking at the gentle and lovely person, with a soft and gentle smile on his face, his breath was restrained, and he was not moved at all by the noisy sounds in the yard.

This woman should not be underestimated. She beat the wet nurse of the mistress of the house before she even entered the house.

How did she do it?

What will she do next?

Will this house soon no longer be as peaceful as it was before?

Everyone was thoughtful, with their hearts beating quietly.

Just as Li was about to turn around and go back into the mansion, she heard the sound of horse hooves from the corner of the street, and the rumbling sound of a large carriage was getting closer and closer.

The crowd automatically made way for the road in the middle, and the carriage stopped at the gate of the prime minister's residence.

The young guard stepped forward, opened the curtain and brought the footrest.

A man in a maroon official uniform slowly got down from the carriage. As he stepped off the horse and onto the wooden steps, he glanced grimly at the many onlookers around him, and finally fixed his gaze on Li who was walking quickly towards him.

Madam Li hurriedly ran to Prime Minister Yun Xuanzhi and said in a controlled voice with a hint of joy, "Master, you are back."

"Ok!"

Yun Xuanzhi looked at the onlookers and asked what was going on.

"Master, the second young lady Yun Qianyou just came home today. I told you before that I would ask Madam Li to pick her up a month ago."

Li looked at Yun Xuanzhi nervously, tugged at his sleeve, and spoke softly.

"Who?"

"Yun Qianyou, the daughter Miss Yi Yi gave birth to fifteen years ago."

Madam Li whispered in Yun Xuanzhi's ear.

Qian You watched the couple's conversation and smiled coldly in his heart.

It seems that it was Mrs. Li's own idea for her to come back this time, and her stepfather had long forgotten about her.

Only then did Yun Xuanzhi notice that there was a carriage parked in front of the door and three people standing at the door.

Mother Chu had not changed much, and he recognized her at a glance. It was he who had chosen her and sent her to serve Yi Yi.

On the day when Yi Yi gave birth to a dead child, he was furious and wanted to throw the child away. It was this maid who knelt down and begged to take the child away. Fifteen years had passed in a flash.

He rubbed his frowning brows with his hands, looking a little dazed.

The woman in white smiled gracefully and bowed to him tenderly, "Father, you are well. Your daughter, Yun Qianyou, is back."

Qian You straightened her back without waiting for Yun Xuanzhi to ask her to stand up.

On the bright smiling face, the eyes were like two crescent moons, shining brightly.

There seemed to be a myriad of emotions rippling in her eyes, making it hard to fathom the meaning of her smile.

Those eyebrows, those eyes, that small and tall nose, the upturned corners of the mouth, the moist red lips, and the soft and gentle yet cool and free-spirited temperament all reminded him of her.

The one who happened to look back at him when the pear blossoms were falling from the tree.

It was that glance that made him bear a deep sense of guilt in this life, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, he still had emotions that were difficult to dissipate.

He once wanted to give her the utmost tenderness in this life.

Accompany her to drink tea under the pear tree, watch her paint in the study, and find various happy little things for her...

He was worried about her and tried every way to please her, but there was no response.

She is always feeling a little melancholy, with her brows slightly furrowed and sighing slightly.

Many times at night, he stopped in front of her courtyard and listened to her plucking the strings of the piano.

That song was also the one he missed the most in his youth, and it brought back different memories.

He didn't dare push the door and enter, fearing that he would not be able to bear the heavy regret and hatred.

He took good care of her pregnant body, and was determined to make her the happiest woman after she gave birth to the baby.

For her, he can be loyal to her and no worse than that person.

He would let her slowly fall in love with him and forget the melancholy.

But, but, before everything began, before he had done everything he vowed to give her, she passed away in shock.

He left silently, just like the first time I saw her, a glance back, a turn, and left silently.

Fifteen years have passed, and he feels that he has forgotten her and that past.

When I saw the woman in front of me, the frames of her whereabouts flashed through my mind quickly.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, not knowing whether he wanted to shut off the images in his mind or just want to review them quietly by himself.

"Father, my daughter is back."

The clear and gentle voice brought him back from his thoughts.

It was still the same white color in his memory, with a smile brighter than her biological mother's and a gentle and lovely demeanor that made him feel as if his heart was being tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands.

"It's good that you're back. Let's all go in."

He didn't look at the woman again, but strode into the yard.

The door of the Prime Minister's Mansion slowly closed.

The Prime Minister's Mansion abandoned a baby girl and left her to fend for herself in the countryside for fifteen years. The news that Yun Qianyou, the second young lady of the mansion, had just been taken back spread like wildfire and became the topic of conversation among the various mansions in Kyoto.