Going Against the Heavens

Qingyuan was born into this body, so she has been aware of it since she was a baby, and she also knows how unreliable her father is. She doesn't act like a patriarch all day long, but he is indeed the most powerful.

When Qingyuan was 6 years old, one night.

"Yuan, do you miss dad?" Qingfengzi asked with a smile, Qingyuan really wanted to roll her eyes at this moment, see each other every day, what was on her mind.

"Yuan, Daddy is going on a long trip, don't miss Daddy too much." Qingfengzi rubbed Qingyuan's hair, Qingyuan was stunned by his words, her amorous eyes were full of tenderness.

Qingyuan looked up at him, the warm color of the candlelight hit his face, the frivolous energy in his body disappeared, only soft warmth.

"Hmph, why don't you miss you?" Qing Yuan turned her head, expressing that she didn't want to talk to him.But his fingers firmly grasped the hem of his shirt.

His cold fingers caressed Qing Yuan again, Qing Yuan felt a sense of drowsiness, and couldn't help closing her eyes, only to hear him say: "Daddy is waiting for you to come to me."

When I woke up again, I saw my mother's red and swollen eyes from crying, and a whole body of plain clothes. What happened.

"Qingfengzi, you bastard—" His mother's roar echoed in his ears.

It turned out that my father took a group of Qing family's cronies to the Gods and Demons, and they all jumped off, and their fate charts were all shattered. The legend was false, father, this idiot, became the laughing stock of other families, and the Qing family was already in jeopardy.

It started to rain gradually, Qingyuan knelt in front of Qingfengzi's grave, the raindrops hit her face, she cursed in a low voice: "Father, idiot, why did you do that, I finally..."

This is her second life. She was only six years old in this life. Her mother rushed over and hugged Qing Yuan tightly. There is hope for the Qing family."

The funeral is over, and the Qing family is in dire straits, being closely watched by many aristocratic families, they will tear us apart at every opportunity, because father is not here, because Qing Fengzi is not here, what can the two ladies of the Qing family do, they must think so yes.

The mother is such a gentle person, her eyes are red from crying, but she can only go into battle alone, guarding all this, swallowing all the pain and tears in her stomach.

Qingyuan became the hope of the Qing family, and those disciples who had just worshiped in the Qing family pinned their hopes on Qingyuan, so from the age of six, a darkness shrouded her, practicing swords, reading, etiquette, all she had to do It is perfect, because the Qing family can only rely on her, and the rest are old, weak, sick and disabled, as well as a mother who is struggling to support.

The mother also became cruel, and her demands on Qing Yuan became higher and higher each time.

When she was 14 years old, she got Yunyin, her strength was even higher, and she could inherit the family position in two years.

Those aristocratic families finally took action, one after another desperate killers rushed to the Qing family, blood stained the Qing family, she was hidden by her mother, and her mother did not allow her to come out, because she was the only heir, the only person who could use her father's skills , is the greatest disaster for others, and the hope of the Qing family.

But how could she sit still and wait to die?She summoned those new Qing Clan disciples and joined in the fight.

Fortunately, there was not much loss, my mother slapped me, and said to me with tears in her eyes: "What are you doing out here?!" Her eyes were full of coldness and madness that made Qingyuan afraid.

This has become an obsession...

Qing Yuan was punished to kneel in the sacrificial hall, and she knelt all night.Even knee numbness, redness and swelling.Her back is straight, because she firmly believes that she is not wrong.

What her mother said to her the most was: "You must study hard, keep what belongs to your father, and lead the Qing family to glory." Every time she said this, her eyes were in a daze, and she was no longer sober.

In the end, what she said was: "The Qing family, you have to die on the battlefield. No one is a coward, and you are the same. I don't care who you were in your previous life. In this life, you are Qing Yuan, the hope of the Qing family!" , her eyes were only Qingjia.

She was exposed by her mother, although her mother's face was already ferocious, but Qingyuan could still feel her love.

No matter how hard and tired she was, she never yelled or complained, because this was her responsibility, a lifelong, inescapable and heavy responsibility.

"It's just a bereaved dog, dare to be so rampant." The disciples of the aristocratic family trampled her hard, but Qing Yuan never cried out that it hurts, because things will always reverse one day.

My mother's last words were: "I'm sorry for you." Her eyes were so gentle and loving that day, as well as clear.

Everyone left me, and my mother only left me a flute named Shuanghan.

She finally did it, studying to become the master's apprentice, and this time it was her turn to trample them under her feet.