The princess is rebellious and brings space to make trouble for the villain

"Mom, do you think I'm beautiful?" She stood up and put her face in front of Zhou.

Zhou looked at her when she came over, but her eyes were slow to react because they had been dull for many years.

Fang Shiwan's eyebrows were bent like willows, her eyes were clear as stars, and although her skin was a little dark, her delicate face was full of playfulness. He couldn't help but reach out and touch her face: "Beautiful, very beautiful, but a little thin."

"I am your daughter, so I am naturally beautiful. Don't you remember me, mother?"

"Are you my daughter?"

Why did she vaguely remember that her daughter didn't look like this.

"Mom, do you think I look like you?"

If you look closely, they do look a bit alike, with those big eyes and that straight nose.

“He does look like me.”

Fang Shiwan pulled up her sleeves after she finished speaking, "Mom, please look here again. This is the birthmark my daughter had when she was born. It looks like a plum blossom. Do you remember it?"

When Zhou saw that there was indeed a bright red plum-shaped birthmark on the arm, she finally reacted and confirmed that the person in front of her was her daughter, and she immediately hugged her in her arms.

"You are really my daughter, really my daughter. I finally see you. Do you really not want me anymore?"

As far as she could remember, her daughter had hardly ever visited her since she was five years old. She begged the old lady to raise the child under her wing, but the old lady refused on the grounds that she was not feeling well.

Later, the old lady saw her like this and agreed to let the child come to see her by himself. But for some reason, the child gradually became disinterested in her and stopped calling her mother.

Sometimes you have to wait one or two months to get a call.

She cried and expressed all the grievances in her heart. During this time, she kept looking at Fang Shiwan's face. The more she looked, the more similar it was.

"Wan'er, my sweetheart, woo woo woo..."

Fang Shiwan felt relieved when he saw that Zhou had finally regained her composure.

"Mom, didn't you say you didn't want your daughter these years? Why do you say your daughter doesn't want you?"

"No, how could I not want you? It was Second Madam and Mother who said that you cried and made a scene and didn't want me, so we couldn't see each other for several months. How could I not want my own daughter?"

She kept shaking her hands and explaining, fearing that her daughter would be angry with her.

Seeing that her eyes were red from crying, Fang Shiwan hugged her again. It seemed that the original body and this Zhou were plotted against in the past.

"Mom, it's over. Our lives will be better from now on."

"Okay." Zhou nodded while crying, and then took another look at the bun on Fang Shiwan's head and broke out in a sweat.

"Quick, take off the hairpin on your head. How can you wear something like this? ... And...ah...how can a girl like you wear such clothes? Take them all off quickly."

As Zhou was speaking, she was about to take off Fang Shiwan's clothes, but Fang Shiwan grabbed her hand.

"Mother, it's okay. My daughter came out of the coffin, so it's natural for her to wear these clothes."

"What?" Zhou was suddenly startled, her face full of disbelief and fear in her eyes. Her daughter came out of the coffin?

"What's going on? How could someone get into a coffin out of nowhere?"

Could it be that someone wanted to kill her daughter while she was sick?

"Mother, my daughter was pressed into the water and fainted. If she hadn't been lucky enough, you would probably be visiting her grave right now."

She originally wanted to say that she was indeed dead and had come back to life, but she was afraid of scaring her, so she could only say that she fainted.

The series of events that happened one after another made Zhou's originally confused mind suddenly clear up a lot. She looked around the room and found that the originally luxurious room was now worse than a beggar's den. The originally exquisite fabrics were now black and moldy.

"How could my yard become like this!" She shouted in shock and pulled Fang Shiwan out of the room.

On the other side, Ziyun and Nanny Zhang hurried back to Wansiyuan without waiting for the call from the Second Madam and Second Miss.

"Miss, Miss, don't be afraid, I will see you off for the last time."

"Yes, Miss, this servant and Ziyun will see you off for the last time."

The two of them ran while talking, not even taking the chance to catch their breath. They finally reached the gate of Wansi Courtyard and ran in quickly.

When they entered, they were almost scared to death again. They saw that the red lid that was supposed to cover the tattered coffin was now lying on the ground, and part of it was cracked.

"Ah, Madam, Miss...is she resurrecting from the dead? How could this happen?" Ziyun was so scared that she hugged Madam Zhang and buried her face in her shoulder.

Nanny Zhang was dumbfounded and could no longer speak. She raised one trembling foot and tried to find out what was going on.

"Mammy, why did the Second Madam and the Second Miss disappear?"

"I... Ziyun, don't be afraid, let's go check the body first and see if the young lady's body is there."

"Mammy, I'm scared." Ziyun didn't dare to go.

"Don't be afraid. Think about it, the young lady was bullied like this when she was alive, but she was still so kind. How could she want to kill us? Don't be afraid. Let's go and take a look."

Ziyun was naive, and after hearing what Nanny Zhang said, her fear subsided a little.

She held onto Madam Zhang's hand tightly and followed her. "Okay, Ziyun, listen to Madam. The young lady is so kind that she won't kill us."

Nanny Zhang was also afraid and held Ziyun's hand. The two comforted each other and mustered up their courage to move forward. From time to time, there were gusts of wind blowing, and the two trembled with fear, and kept saying strange things:

"May the heavens and the earth bless you, may all things be blessed. I have never done anything bad. If you want to find someone, go find the Second Young Lady."

Ziyun saw Nanny Zhang muttering, and she also started to mutter: "Miss, if you know about this in the afterlife, please drag the second wife down. God bless you, and I will accompany you after I have done my job well."

When the two men finally arrived at the coffin, they were stunned.

Is the body really gone? Is it really a resurrection?

"What are you two doing?"

The two were immersed in checking the coffin, but were frightened by a sudden sound behind them and screamed.

"what--"

"what--"

The two turned around, and when they saw Fang Shiwan and Zhou appear at the same time, still wearing funeral clothes, they screamed again, "Ah——" and then quickly knelt down.

"Miss, please spare me, Madam, please spare me. I didn't mean to do that. I just saw that the lid of your coffin was open, so I wanted to close it. I meant no harm." Ziyun had no ability to think at all. She was so scared that she just kept begging for mercy. It was not her fault. What she feared most in her life was demons and monsters.

"Yes, yes, but madam... why would you..." After screaming, Nanny Zhang began to beg for mercy. Halfway through her words, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the woman in front of her.