The mistress was reborn and broke off the engagement, the regent cried and begged to marry into the

"I've gone crazy a long time ago!" Zhou Jingqing smiled bitterly, "If you hadn't forced me and threatened me and his parents, I would rather die than marry you. I want to go with the flow, let go of the past and live a good life. But I can't forget, I can't forget that he hanged himself on the day I gave birth!"

Shangguan Yunshu's face turned pale and she took a step back, shaking her head with tears in her eyes. No wonder, every year on her birthday...

Zhou Jingqing's eyes were red, she was angry and helpless: "I can't forget the days and nights when you touched me, the disgusting touch that made me want to vomit. The bastard she gave birth to never called me mother for a single day. She has your stinking blood in her bones, I only regret that I didn't strangle her to death with my own hands when she was young!"

Shangguan Yunshu shed two lines of tears, turned his head away, covered his face and cried bitterly.

Zhou Jingqing laughed loudly, feeling that his life was not worth living: "So I want to destroy you and the entire mansion. Confiscating your property and exiling you is nothing, beheading you in public is not enough to relieve the hatred in my heart! I have been in the mansion for so many years, suffering every day. I have had enough!"

It’s not that I haven’t thought about compromise, and it’s not that I haven’t endured it.

The more you endure, the more unbearable it becomes. Trapped in a disgusting place, smiling at the person you hate the most.

Humiliation and pain are like a blunt knife cutting into my heart bit by bit.

She could endure it, but she couldn't endure the man's foolish satisfaction.

"My life is so perfect with my beautiful wife and concubines."

The happier the man was, the more miserable she felt. This misery tortured her day after day, and it almost drove her crazy.

Why can men enjoy happiness by stepping on her pain?

Why should she keep enduring it?

This mansion that trapped her, that hateful man, go to hell!

Unfortunately, the effort failed.

Man proposes, God disposes…

Zhou Jingqing looked up at the sky, but he only saw the beams of the house.

She smiled sadly, turned around, rushed out and slammed the pillar hard.

Everyone was shocked.

Shangguan Yunshu rushed over and said, "Mom, don't scare me. Mom."

Aunt Zhao hurried over, her eyes filled with tears.

Zhou Jingqing fell to the ground with blood all over his head, moved his fingers slightly and slowly closed his eyes.

Her daughter finally called out "Mom"...

Yang Lanyi stood up blankly, her mind going blank.

The blood flowed on the ground like a slowly blooming flower.

The cries gradually faded away, like smoke drifting towards the vast sky...

The questioning came to an end, and Shangguan Yunshu took his mother's body back to his room.

She wanted to dress up her mother herself and send her off for the last time.

Nanny Zhao was locked up in the woodshed, awaiting her fate.

Shangguan Haitong opened the door: "I admire your loyalty, but unfortunately..."

Aunt Zhao knelt down and kowtowed: "Miss, I have something I want to give you. It's up to you to decide what to do with it."

"What is that?" Shangguan Haitong wondered.

Aunt Zhao couldn't hide her sadness: "There is a secret compartment next to the bed in the master's room. Please go there, young lady."

"Okay." Shangguan Haitong turned and left.

Aunt Zhao kowtowed heavily and said, "Thank you, young lady."

The door was closed and the servant locked it.

Shangguan Haitong went to the Lian Cinema and ignored Shangguan Yunshu and walked to the bedside to look for the secret compartment.

There was a hollow part in the wall. She knocked on it to make sure, then looked for the mechanism and opened the secret compartment.

There was a wooden box inside. Shangguan Haitong opened it and saw letters.

Zhou Jingqing wrote a letter to her biological daughter. She had been writing since she was pregnant. She opened a letter and read it.

Desperate words, twisted heart, and greed for the little warmth brought by his daughter.

Each letter was filled with Zhou Jingqing's extreme grief at the time, as he was on the brink of life and death.

Among them was a recent letter, the paper and handwriting were very new, it should have been written in the past few days.

Shangguan Haitong opened the letter and was deeply shocked. She had guessed correctly...

Zhou Jingqing hid these letters, and he definitely didn't want his daughter to see them.

Nanny Zhao left the matter to her.

Shangguan Haitong pondered for a moment, then turned around and placed the wooden box on the bed: "Take a good look at it."

With tears on his face, Shangguan Yunshu stared at his mother without moving.

Shangguan Haitong turned and left: "There are words she left for you inside."

The footsteps faded away.

Shangguan Yunshu turned her head and looked at the wooden box. She took it and read every letter from beginning to end.

I couldn't stop crying, the pain between the lines was so suffocating.

The only light is her. She as a child, she as a toddler, she as a smile...

Shangguan Yunshu opened the last letter, which was also the newest one.

"My son, Yunshu, you are already thirteen years old. In two years, you will be a big girl. The thought of you getting married one day, or meeting the wrong person, or being cheated by someone makes me sleepless and restless. I just want you to stay by my side forever and be happy."

"I'm sorry, I just can't bear it any longer. I have to resort to extreme means to retaliate, otherwise I'll go crazy. Maybe I've already gone crazy. I've taught you a lot. Even without the identity of a girl, without the glory and wealth, I believe my child can still live well."

"Mother named you Yunshu, hoping that you would go wherever you want, and live in peace and leisure. It's a pity that I never heard you call me mother in this life. If mother was not a concubine, you would not be so wronged. Yunshu, promise mother. You must marry the one you love, and never be a concubine. Mother's last words."

Tears blurred her vision, and Shangguan Yunshu threw herself on her mother and cried bitterly: "Mother——"

Call me mom, can you hear me?

Can you turn back on the road to the underworld and listen to her call?

Late courtyard.

Shangguan Haitong stood in the corridor, not happy at all even though she won the game.

Zhou Jingqing, you have been paving the way for your daughter, teaching her knowledge, practical skills, and cultivating her character.

Normally, the third sister was on good terms with them and was filial to her stepmother. Before Zhou Jingqing died, she even cut off all ties with them.

The debt of motherhood could not be passed on to her daughter. So when she was dying, she clearly wanted to touch her daughter, but she held back.

It was the same in my previous life.

Zhou Jingqing caused the Shangguan family to have their property confiscated and was exiled, but his hatred did not extend to his third sister.

Compared to the second sister, the third sister knows more. Even in exile, she can make a living with her own hands.

Shangguan Haitong was in mixed emotions. It wasn't her who won, it was Zhou Jingqing who made her win.

He broke out decisively, attracting all the hatred. Then he resolutely went to his death, holding his own daughter high in his arms.

She laughed out loud, tears welling up in her eyes. As a woman, she could understand Zhou Jingqing's pain.

At this moment, she also hated herself. Why didn't she let Zhou Jingqing win?

I have to stand on the opposite side and have no choice.

Huan Shuang approached worriedly: "Miss, my aunt..."

"Don't call her aunt in the future. She has a full name. Set aside some money and bury her properly." Shangguan Haitong held onto the pillar.

If she had been weaker in her previous life, she would have been in excruciating pain.

Marrying the wrong person will ruin your life.

A woman's life is full of thorns.

Shangguan Haitong remembered the storybook she had read before, and she ran to the study to find it.

Holding him in his arms, Shangguan Haitong became more determined.

Power must stand at the pinnacle of power.

To break the rules created by men and to surpass the achievements made by men.

I don't seek to leave my name in history, but I must make contributions in the present.

She laughed heartily: "Huan Shuang, we still have a long way to go."

Huan Shuang smiled: "It doesn't matter, I will go with you, young lady."