A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

He was startled and immediately stopped what he was doing and turned around. He saw Concubine Wan walking into the mourning hall with a solemn expression. Xiao Lan's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and his body trembled involuntarily. He knew that he had killed Sikong Yan, the owner of Qitian Xiaohan Mansion, and Concubine Wan, as Sikong Yan's mother, would not let him go easily. Thinking of this, his heart was filled with fear and despair.

Xiao Lan'er quickly knelt down in front of Concubine Wan and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, Concubine Wan, I am a sinner!" His forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, and he did not dare to raise his head, for fear of seeing the anger and hatred in Concubine Wan's eyes.

Concubine Wan looked at Xiao Lan'er kneeling on the ground and sighed softly. Her eyes stayed on Xiao Lan'er for a moment, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. She had certainly seen the little princess of Jin, and the Xiao Lan'er in front of her was indeed very similar to her. For a moment, Concubine Wan's thoughts drifted back to the past, and those beautiful memories flooded into her heart like a tide. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, fate is really playing tricks on people!

The person in front of her was so similar to the little princess of Jin, but he was a fake. Even if he looked very similar, what could he do? After all, he was not the person she had been thinking about.

After a moment's silence, Concubine Wan slowly said, "Stand up! Go and do your thing!" Her voice was calm and gentle, without any hint of blame.

Xiao Lan couldn't believe his ears. He knelt on the ground in a daze. It took him a long time to react. He raised his head and looked at Concubine Wan in surprise, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

He thought he would be severely punished by Concubine Wan, and might even lose his life. However, Concubine Wan was so magnanimous that she not only did not scold him, but let him continue to work. All this was beyond his expectations, and he had no idea what Concubine Wan was thinking.

"Thank you, Empress Wanfei! Thank you, Empress Wanfei!" Xiao Lan'er kowtowed quickly to express his gratitude, his voice full of gratitude.

Concubine Wan ignored Xiao Lan and walked straight to the coffin. Her eyes fell on Sikong Yan in the coffin, her eyes full of grief and sorrow. She stretched out her trembling hands and gently touched Sikong Yan's quilt in the coffin, as if she was caressing her son's face.

"My child, your mother is here to see you!" Concubine Wan's voice was low and hoarse, and her short sentence contained endless bitterness and sorrow. Tears flashed in her eyes, and those tears were filled with deep longing for her son and endless regret.

Hearing Concubine Wan's words, Xiao Lan's heart ached. He turned his head away, unable to hold back his tears any longer, and they rolled down like beads from a broken string.

He recalled every bit of his past with Sikong Yan, and those beautiful memories were now like a sharp blade, piercing his heart. He knew that he had committed an unforgivable crime, not only killing Sikong Yan, but also destroying this originally happy family.

His heart was filled with guilt and self-blame, and he didn't know how to make up for the mistakes he had made.

The mourning hall was filled with a sad atmosphere. Concubine Wan stood quietly in front of the coffin, unwilling to leave for a long time. Her eyes were full of longing and reluctance for her son, as if time had stopped at this moment. Xiao Lan stood silently by the side, lowered her head, and kept sobbing. The entire Qingxin Cottage was immersed in grief, which moved people.

After an unknown amount of time, Concubine Wan finally turned around slowly. She glanced at Xiao Lan who was still crying, shook her head gently, and then walked out of the mourning hall with heavy steps. Her back looked so lonely and helpless, as if she had lost the whole world at this moment.

Xiao Lan looked at Concubine Wan's back as she left, her heart full of doubts and uneasiness. He didn't understand why Concubine Wan was so tolerant of him, what secrets were hidden behind this? He stood blankly in the mourning hall, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind, unable to calm down for a long time...

The breeze blew gently, and the weeping willows beside the Daning Lake swayed, as if telling the story of the years. Concubine Wan walked slowly to the Daning Lake, and her eyes were attracted by the pale mirror-like lake water in front of her. The lake water was as quiet as a painting, reflecting the white clouds in the sky. However, Concubine Wan was completely unaware that behind the seemingly calm, an unexpected surprise was quietly waiting for her.

She stood quietly by the lake, her thoughts drifting. She was thinking about her Yan'er, the child who had been with her for almost three years since she founded Qitian Xiaohan. In the past three years, Yan'er had experienced countless ups and downs and had also gained a lot of growth. And now, the kind-hearted Xiao Sizha he met had brought a different atmosphere to this family.

Little Sizhe, a child of only seven years old, has extraordinary wit. His appearance seems to be a precious gift from God to Yan'er. Since meeting Little Sizhe, Yan'er's life has become more colorful, and what is even more surprising is that the originally sick little Sizhe has miraculously recovered. This makes Concubine Wan extremely happy, and she knows that this is a rare fate.

Just as Concubine Wan was immersed in the beautiful memories of her children, a white crow flew over from a distance. Its snow-white feathers sparkled charmingly under the sunlight, like a smart elf. The crow flapped its wings and landed lightly in front of Concubine Wan, calling out happily: "Meetings to Concubine Wan, Meet to Concubine Wan..." It flapped its wings while calling, as if showing Concubine Wan its vitality.

Concubine Wan looked at the lovely bird in front of her, and an inexplicable feeling of love welled up in her heart. She smiled and said to the crow, "Hello, child!" The gentle tone was as if she was greeting an old friend who had been reunited after a long absence.

The crow seemed to understand Concubine Wan's words. It flaunted its heroic posture twice in the air, and then called out, "Qingxin Yaju, Brother Yan invites you!"

"Okay!" Concubine Wan agreed happily, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her heart was filled with joy for the upcoming reunion.

At this time, Qingxin Yajuli was a warm and peaceful scene.

Little Sizhe was busy in the Yunshanfang, his small figure seemed particularly focused in front of the stove. Since learning to cook from Huolong, Little Sizhe showed great talent, and within a few days he had learned all of Huolong's cooking skills.

Not only that, he also innovated on the original basis and incorporated his own unique ideas into the dishes.

When the delicious dishes were served, the whole Qingxin Yaju was filled with tempting aromas. Sikong Yan, who was sitting at the table, could no longer hold back his eagerness. He stared at the dishes on the table, swallowing his saliva and asking, "Can I eat? Can I eat?" He looked like a greedy child.