The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

Walk all the way to the gatehouse.

The carriage and the people accompanying her had also been packed up. When the group of people saw her coming, their eyes turned red again, and they all called out "Princess" in a mournful voice, looking at Mingjin reluctantly.

Mingjin nodded to them.

His eyes moved across their faces and finally landed on Hua Sui.

"All right?"

Hua Sui nodded and replied, "Okay."

Mingjin had nothing else to say.

Ming Sheng was still by her side, and Ming Jin turned to look at her.

After this journey, Ming Sheng's mood had calmed down a lot. Although she still felt reluctant, when Ming Jin looked at her, she still smiled at Ming Jin.

"Seventh sister, go ahead. When Ninth brother has rested, I will go with him to see you."

Ming Jin nodded softly, and reminded him: "If there is anything, send someone to tell me, no matter what it is, don't take on everything by yourself."

Ming Sheng smiled and pursed his lips.

"it is good."

Her eyes were bright and she responded crisply.

Following Ming Jin to the carriage, Ming Sheng waited for Ming Jin to get on the carriage and was told to go back. Ming Sheng said yes with a smile on her face, but she did not leave. She just made way for the carriage to turn around and leave.

Seeing her like this, Ming Jin didn't say anything else.

She settled down in the carriage.

Hua Sui and others nodded to Ming Sheng and got on the carriages.

Soon, the carriage set off.

Seeing the carriage moving forward, Ming Sheng couldn't help but let the tears that she had been holding back fall. She followed it for two steps and then stopped where she was.

Just as I was about to watch the carriage leave, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind me.

——Someone is running towards this side.

Ming Sheng held the handkerchief, wiped her tears and turned around, she saw her eighth brother running towards this side, or rather, towards the carriage, desperately.

"…Eighth brother?"

Ming Sheng exclaimed in surprise, obviously not expecting him to appear at this time.

I also saw that his face was pale and his steps were unsteady.

Ming Sheng remembered that the injury on his foot had not healed completely yet and he couldn't run like that. Just as he was about to go up to him and ask him a question with concern, he suddenly remembered what he had done.

The words that were about to jump out of her mouth were taken back by her.

She pursed her lips and said nothing, just watching Ming Jingrang run forward in silence.

The other people in the gatehouse also saw Ming Jingrang at this time.

"Eighth Young Master?"

After a few surprises.

Some people also remembered Ming Jingrang's injury. Seeing that his steps were obviously different, some people were worried that his injury had worsened, so they naturally came over to help him: "Eighth Young Master, your injury is not fully healed yet, you can't..."

But Ming Jingrang simply waved their hands away: "Get out of the way!"

"Eighth Young Master..."

Some people saw him still running forward and their faces changed. They wanted to chase him, but Ming Sheng's voice came from behind: "Let him go."

Ming Sheng looked at Ming Jingrang and ran towards the departing carriage without hesitation.

She stood there, not saying anything.

Hua Sui and others also heard the noise outside.

When they lifted the car curtain and looked out, they saw Ming Jingrang running towards them.

After a brief moment of surprise, a look of disgust quickly appeared on the faces of Hua Sui and others.

Without even thinking about it.

Hua Sui immediately threw down the curtain in his hand angrily and completely ignored Ming Jingrang who was running over.

Hua Sui even said to the driver, "Hurry up."

Obviously he didn't want his master to see the person outside.

"what happened?"

Ming Jin had his eyes closed before, and when he heard the noise, he asked.

Hua Sui was unwilling to tell the truth and said vaguely: "...Nothing."

——Ming Jingrang’s voice came from outside.

"wait wait wait."

Ming Jingrang finally caught up.

The guards of the Ming family hesitated and dared not stop him because of his identity and injuries, allowing Ming Jingrang to almost catch up to the carriage.

Brother Ying glanced at Mingjin, who was standing beside him with his eyes still closed.

He flew out from the carriage which was still moving forward but obviously slower.

She usually uses a dagger.

He often keeps one hidden in his sleeves.

What he was holding in his hand at this moment was the sword of his accompanying guard.

The sharp sword was pressed against Ming Jingrang's neck, and Yingge said to him expressionlessly, "Get lost."

Ming Jingrang didn't leave.

He stared at the carriage in front of him with a dazed look and continued walking forward without hesitation.

The neck was scratched by the sword, and blood marks appeared almost immediately.

After all, the guards outside were from the Ming family, and it was hard for them not to make a sound when watching this scene.

"Young lady Ying!"

Hua Sui and Chun Yu also covered their mouths and widened their eyes.

"What on earth is he going to do?"

Hua Sui was annoyed and anxious. He was extremely annoyed with Ming Jingrang and wanted to cut him into pieces. However, he was also afraid that something would really happen to him and his master would be held accountable.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Although Chunyu was calm, he was also panicked when he saw this scene.

Seeing that Brother Ying was frowning, but still holding the sword in his hand, the Eighth Young Master seemed to be unaware of the pain and continued to walk forward, ignoring the blood oozing from his neck.

Chunyu was afraid of something happening, so she was about to turn around and talk to Mingjin.

Mingjin had already opened his eyes.

She didn't say much, just called out: "Brother Ying."

When Brother Ying outside heard this, he put away his sword and returned to the carriage.

She had already thrown the sword back to the accompanying guard, but the bloody smell in the air could not be hidden.

Ming Jingrang was no longer obstructed and rushed over immediately.

"Eighth Young Master, your injury..."

Someone saw the blood dripping from Ming Jingrang's neck and made a sound.

Ming Jingrang ignored it. He still held the red rope in his hand and walked to the carriage with one step deep and one step shallow.

"Eighth Master, what exactly are you going to do?"

"You think our master's injuries are not enough, right?" Hua Sui spoke quickly. She had long hated Ming Jingrang for what he had done. Now seeing him coming here injured, who knew what he was going to do. She immediately ignored the master-servant relationship and spoke of him with a cold face.

"Or do you think that forcing our master away is not enough, and you must let our master be talked about, accused and dealt with by others?"

When Ming Jingrang heard this, his already pale face immediately turned even paler.

He didn't look at Hua Sui, but at Ming Jin who was in the shadows in the carriage. Without thinking, he retorted: "No, I didn't think so. I..."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"What else do you want to do?"

"Shouldn't you be happy and satisfied now that you have gotten what you wanted?" Hua Sui was furious. He looked at Ming Jingrang outside the carriage with red eyes and a fierce look on his face. "You are such a good brother to someone else to cheat your own sister like this, Eighth Young Master!"

"Did you know——"

"Hua Sui."

Ming Jin interrupted Hua Sui's voice.

Hua Sui was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes again, but after Ming Jin spoke, she shut her mouth obediently, took the handkerchief handed to her by Chunyu, lowered her head, and wiped the tears from her face.

It suddenly became very quiet outside.

Ming Jingrang was left powerless to fight back after being accused by Hua Sui.

He hadn't thought about fighting back.

He still held the red rope in his hand as he looked at Ming Jin, whose face he could not see clearly in the carriage. He had a lot to say, but now he could not utter a single word. Only his eyes revealed the sadness and regret that he could not hide.

Ming Jin did not close his eyes at this time.

At this moment, she was more calm than anyone else present.

She looked down from above and saw the red rope in Ming Jingrang's hand. The red rope seemed to have been soaked in water, and even though it had dried up now, it left indelible marks.

A fragment flashed through my mind.

On that birthday, a touch of red fell into the lake.

Ming Jin didn't look at him for long, but instead looked into Ming Jingrang's eyes.

Her silent gaze made Ming Jingrang somewhat afraid to look directly into her eyes. Under such a gaze, he had almost nowhere to hide and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to bury himself in.

But thinking about why he came here, Ming Jingrang still plucked up the courage and tried to call her.

Just look at her, look at her clear eyes.

Buried in old memories, that familiar name cannot be called out.

He didn't know what to call her.

It seems... no matter how I call it, it's wrong.

"I……"

He spoke in a hoarse voice and raised the red rope in his hand, which was engraved with a small golden blessing pendant with the words "lucky change" on it, reflecting golden light under the sun.

Ming Jingrang looked at Ming Jin.

He wanted to say that he had prepared a gift for her.

He wanted to say that he knew he was wrong, and he didn't ask for her forgiveness, but only hoped that everything would go smoothly for her in the future.

He wanted to say, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

"Ming Jingrang."

But before he could utter a single word, Ming Jin's voice rang in his ears.

It was like an order, and Ming Jingrang responded immediately without even thinking about it.

"I'm here!"

"I am here……"

He still looked at Ming Jin, without blinking, his heart pounding, not knowing what she was going to say.

Ming Jin asked him, "Do you still remember what we said on your birthday?"

I didn't expect it to be a question like this.

Ming Jingrang was stunned.

His chaotic mind was blank for a moment.

After a while, some memories came to him spontaneously.

"Ming Jingrang, are you jealous?"

"Oh, I'm glad you're not jealous, otherwise..."

Otherwise, Ming Jin didn't say the rest of the words at that time, but Ming Jingrang spontaneously completed in his mind what Ming Jin didn't finish saying that day at this moment.

——Otherwise it would be too ridiculous.

Thinking of this possibility, Ming Jingrang's face suddenly lost color.

Even her steps involuntarily took two steps back, and the hand holding the red rope fell to her thigh.