She loses if she divorces, the reborn mistress only divorces her husband

"Stop!" Zhao Yunying shouted without thinking, then ran forward, "Who are you? Let her go!"

Her sudden appearance startled the two men.

One of them had a ferocious look on his face and twisted her wrist as she rushed forward.

The small basket in his hand fell to the ground, the food box fell to the ground, and a few pieces of mung bean cakes also fell out.

The man threatened in a low voice, "Get lost if you want to live, and watch your mouth!"

But the other man said, "No, she has seen it, we can't let her go."

"Let go!" Zhao Yunying yelled, turning her head so much that her hat fell off, "Why did you tie her up..."

Her voice was loud and clear in the quiet alley.

The man who was restraining her immediately covered her mouth and said, "If you scream again, I will send you to see the King of Hell."

"Wait." Another voice sounded.

Zhao Yunying's struggling slowed down because this was the voice of a woman she was familiar with.

As she stared in disbelief, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a face hidden by a veil.

But even through the white veil, Zhao Yunying still recognized her.

She couldn't believe that the person who kidnapped Lin was actually her biological daughter Song Qingyan!

"Mmmmm..." Zhao Yunying struggled desperately to rush forward, but was hit on the back of her neck.

Her legs went limp and she fell. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes was the crushed mung bean cake on the ground.

-

When Zhao Yunying opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was pain in the back of her neck, and the scene before she fell into coma immediately flooded into her mind.

She was startled and immediately sat up, only to find herself lying in an unfamiliar room.

Looking through the window, it was still daylight.

Zhao Yunying quickly got off the bed and just as she walked to the door, it was pushed open by someone outside.

Song Qingyan, without her hat, stood in front of her.

"Mom, are you awake?" Song Qingyan's face was calm, just like when she came to the mansion every time, "These rough people hit you without restraint, are you still upset?"

"Yan'er, why did you tie her up? What are you doing!" Zhao Yunying's voice was excited.

"Go in and talk."

Song Qingyan pushed her in.

"Let her go quickly." Zhao Yunying had an ominous premonition in her heart, "Yan'er, don't make the same mistake over and over again."

Song Qingyan shook her head, "Mom, I do this for you."

"I didn't ask you to tie her up!" Zhao Yunying said sternly.

"You promised me that you wouldn't do anything to her. But you actually asked someone to kidnap her without telling me. If I hadn't seen you by chance, you..."

She didn't dare to say her guess, but Song Qingyan continued her words, "Yes, I want to get rid of her. Even if you catch her, she must die."

"Your daughter has seen how much you've been suffering these days. If you get rid of her, you can sleep peacefully."

"No!" Zhao Yunying shook her head, "I don't need it."

She didn't want to argue anymore, so she walked past Song Qingyan and went straight out to find Lin.

"Mom, you don't have to go." Song Qingyan turned slowly, "It's too late."

Zhao Yunying turned her head suddenly, her face showing shock and anger, "...What do you mean?"

"I have ordered someone to feed her poison, and she has already had an attack."

These words were like a huge hammer, hitting Zhao Yunying hard on the forehead.

Her mind went blank, and for a moment she forgot what to do and just stood there in a daze.

"Mother." Song Qingyan stepped forward and told her plan, "This is the road from the capital to Zhaoyun Temple. Lin's body will be thrown into the river to create the illusion of robbery and murder."

"She went to Zhaoyun Temple to burn incense several times a month. She happened to run into robbers and died. Even if Yingtian Prefecture investigated, it would be impossible to find out..."

She stopped abruptly before she finished her words.

Because Zhao Yunying slapped her.

This palm strike was delivered with all the strength possible, and Song Qingyan's face tilted to one side, causing her to stagger back a step.

Growing up, Zhao Yunying rarely spoke harsh words to her, let alone slapped her.

Song Qingyan felt angry and aggrieved, "Mom, are you just going to sit there and wait for your identity to be exposed and for us to be abandoned?"

Zhao Yunying was heartbroken and did not answer her question, but slowly shook her head.

"Song Qingyan, I raised you with all my heart, but I didn't expect you to have such a vicious heart..."

She couldn't say any more and turned to walk out.

Song Qingyan didn't chase after him because it was no longer meaningful.

Lin was fed poison, and even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn't save her.

Walking out of the room and looking at the things placed around her, Zhao Yunying guessed that she should be in a farmyard.

The yard was not big, and the man who covered her mouth was standing outside a house.

Lin should be inside.

Zhao Yunying ran over quickly, but the man did not stop her and let her push open the door of the woodshed.

Inside the room, Lin was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, holding her chest in agony. The poison was slowly taking effect, corroding her internal organs.

Zhao Yunying's intrusion made her raise her head, and her purple lips trembled as she uttered a few words, "Help, help..."

"Hold on, I'll take you to see a doctor." Zhao Yunying took two steps over and squatted down to help Lin.

As soon as he touched her shoulder, Lin suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splashed on her dress.

At the same time, the door of the woodshed was slammed shut.

Zhao Yunying turned her head, tears falling, her heart filled with despair.

Can't go.

The increasingly severe pain made Lin's forehead covered with sweat. His complexion was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he slowly fell to the side.

Zhao Yunying supported her, her voice starting to sob, "Mrs. Lin, please don't... don't leave... aren't you looking for your daughter? Please hold on."

"It's...you..." Lin recognized her voice, "Young...young lady..."

"Yeah..." Zhao Yunying nodded, tears falling on Lin's hands, "It's me..."

"Don't worry about me..." These few words consumed her limited strength. "Run...Run..."

"I...I can't walk...anymore..." Lin stopped, took a breath, and gathered some strength, "Please help me...I'll tell you..."

Zhao Yunying cried so hard that she was speechless.

The poison that Lin drank seemed to have entered her body, causing her internal organs to burn and she was in excruciating pain.

"Tell...Tell Jing...Jingwan..." Lin used her last bit of strength, her breath getting weaker with every word she spoke, "If...if you find...my...daughter, tell her..."

Lin spat out another mouthful of blood, which still splashed on Zhao Yunying's body, but she was completely unaware.

"Tell her...I...I was wrong...I shouldn't have...shouldn't have let her be...taken away...Tell her...I really...really want to..."

Blood gushed out again, blocking Lin's throat.

She was unable to utter a word, but just looked at Zhao Yunying expectantly, wanting her to agree to her request.

Zhao Yunying cried so hard that her whole body trembled, and regret almost knocked her down.

Lin stretched out a hand and placed it on her wrist, still waiting for her consent.

Zhao Yunying opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Then, under Lin's gaze, she reached out and pulled down her collar, revealing the butterfly-shaped birthmark under her right collarbone.

Lin stared at him, like an old monk in meditation.

Then, a hint of life was injected into her eyes, and she stretched out her other hand towards the birthmark.

Noticing the blood on her hands, she lowered her hands and looked at Zhao Yunying with disbelief and surprise in her eyes.

"daughter..."

Zhao Yunying nodded while crying.

At this moment, all the pain disappeared, and Lin felt only great satisfaction.

"Die'er..." A smile appeared on her face and tears flowed down at the same time.

Seeing Zhao Yunying's panic, Lin smiled and closed her eyes.

She died in her daughter's arms.

Song Qingyan, who had been waiting outside, suddenly heard a suppressed and extremely painful cry -

"mother--!!!"

-

When the carriage stopped, Li Jingwan opened her eyes at the same time.

She was a little tired after riding the horse all day, so she got into the carriage to rest.

Although she slept for a short while, she felt uncomfortable and had an unexplained feeling in her heart.

As soon as I opened the car window, I saw Chu Tingyu riding a horse, looking up at the front.

It seemed that every time she was in the carriage, Chu Tingyu would ride the horse in sync with the carriage.

Li Jingwan couldn't help but wonder, was it just a coincidence?

Chu Tingyu looked over at this time, his expression unconsciously softened a little, "Awake? We're in Tacheng."

Li Jingwan hurriedly looked forward.

In front of us, a towering city gate stands under the vast sky of the northwest. Several goshawks fly low over the city gate in the setting sun, giving people a sense of grandeur and boldness.

At this moment, Li Jingwan felt that she had become more open-minded and finally understood why the poems written by frontier poets were so grand and bold.

Li Jingwan jumped off the carriage, and Chu Tingyu, Zhu Gaozhi and others also got off their horses and gathered together.

"I sent someone to inform the commander of the Northwest Army, General Luva, in advance. He will send someone to pick me up at the city gate. So we will act separately first, and I will go to the Northwest Camp."

Chu Tingyu looked at Li Jingwan when he said this, "You and the caravan should settle down first, I will send four guards..."

"Your Highness, don't worry." Li Jingwan interrupted him.

"With Coach Zhu and so many escort masters here, and last time Uncle Xiang has already prepared a branch office and shop for the escort agency, we are not only safe, but we also have a place to stay."

She was worried that Chu Tingyu would encounter things from his previous life again, so she absolutely could not take the people away from him.

Zhu Gaozhi then said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will protect the young master. I promised the old lady that if the young master loses even a hair, I, Zhu, will not have my head anymore."

Everyone laughed, and Chu Tingyu also raised the corner of his lips, "Okay, then protect your young master."

"Your Majesty must be very worried too." Li Jingwan was worried, "This place is not like the capital, the Western Rong are more powerful."

"I know." Chu Tingyu nodded, looking at her concerned eyes, and couldn't help but add, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Xu Rui beside him widened his eyes slightly, his eyes moving back and forth between Chu Tingyu and Li Jingwan.

He seemed to smell something different.

This became more and more obvious along the way.

"I will come to you after everything in the Northwest Camp is arranged." Chu Tingyu already knew the location of their branch office and shop.

After giving the instructions, Chu Tingyu left first with his guards, and Xu Rui followed him.

Li Jingwan felt inexplicably melancholy, thinking that maybe they had been together all the way, but suddenly they separated.

"Young Master, let's go too." Xiang Mingfang reminded.

Li Jingwan nodded.

The caravan had all the necessary documents and was allowed to pass after inspection by the city defense officials.

After entering, Li Jingwan looked around curiously and found that in addition to the people from Sheng Dynasty, there were also many people from other ethnic groups walking around.

There are many shops on both sides of the street. Although they are not as luxurious as those in the capital, there are still many of them and many customers.

On the way here, Li Jingwan heard Chu Tingyu talk about the situation in Tacheng.

Since Li Beiwang died on the battlefield, the command of the Northwestern Army was handed over to Luva.

He was a general promoted by Li Beiwang, and he inherited Li Beiwang's style in managing the army - strict military discipline and harmonious relations between the military and the people.

The governor of Tacheng was named Gao Yuanjia, who was quite capable and volunteered to come to Tacheng.

He had a good relationship with Luva, and the two worked together to make Tacheng the largest and most prosperous city on the northwest border.

"Coach Zhu, what kind of animal is that?" Li Jingwan pointed curiously at the animal being led by a foreign man in front of her.

"Master, that's an alpaca." Zhu Gaozhi has been in the northwest for several years and is very familiar with the place.

"Alpaca's wool is thick and warm, perfect for making clothes, but the meat is not tasty, it's very tough."

Li Jingwan looked at it several times. The alpaca looked a little stupid, but still quite cute.

Xiang Mingfang said at this time, "Miss, let's eat something first, and then you go to rest. It's getting late now."

"Ah?" Li Jingwan looked at the sky, "The sun hasn't set yet."

"It gets dark later in the northwest. If we wait until sunset, it will be at least after midnight." He laughed, "I didn't understand it when I came here. I was wondering why I felt sleepy so early."

Zhu Gaozhi laughed and said, "You'll get used to it after staying here for a long time. You have to follow the sun in your schedule. It's bright here now, but it would have been dark in the capital long ago. Come on, I'll take you to try the most authentic restaurant in Tacheng."

At this time in the capital, night had already fallen completely, covering the earth.

As October approaches, the capital has become colder, especially at night, so you have to wear more clothes.

Zhao Yunying was still wearing the same dress she had worn during the day, sitting motionless in the room where she had woken up.

There were large patches of black blood on her dress, which was a bit creepy.

But she paid no attention and just sat there motionless, her hands clenched tightly, as if she was trying to grasp something that didn't exist.

Song Qingyan walked in with a tray, closed the door, and put the food on the tray on the table.

"Mother, please have some dinner."

As expected, Zhao Yunying did not reply and kept her head down.

The dim candlelight was like a layer of gauze, blurring the swelling on Song Qingyan's right face.

She sat opposite Zhao Yunying and spoke to herself.

"I have asked Lian Ye to go back and tell my grandmother that I did not go to An Xuanhou Mansion today for some reason, and I happened to run into you. So I went to Zhaoyun Temple with you to worship Buddha, and I will stay there for two days before returning."

"My right face will have recovered by then, and Lin's body will be found tomorrow. Her death will have spread throughout the capital by the time we return, and it has nothing to do with us."

These words made Zhao Yunying clench her fists even tighter, and she finally reacted.