The neighs of horses and wild barking of hunting dogs could be heard from afar. One of the titled women standing at the entrance of the tent, waiting for the hunt results, was particularly conspicuous.

Her eyebrows were like a picture, her skin was as white as snow, and her temperament was extraordinary. She looked at the warriors who had returned from the hunt with her starry eyes.

The life-like woman with make-up was surrounded by the crowd. She was like a green leaf, surrounded by stars and a bright moon.

Suddenly, a horse flew over.

A sharp arrow cut through the air, and the tip of the arrow flashed with a blue cold light as it flew towards the titled woman.

The warriors who came back from hunting with a man and a horse jumped into the eyes of the titled women.

The beautiful woman could only recognize the woman who was sitting on the horse with a bow in her hand. She opened her mouth and was about to say something... "Puff!" The arrow hit her throat.

The woman who had surrounded her earlier fled in all directions.

In the crowd of hunters, two men in their 30s rushed over.

One was as elegant as jade, while the other was domineering and handsome.

They ran to the beautiful woman who had been shot by the arrow and fell to the ground one after another. They supported her with pity and called her nickname.

"Why? Seventh Sister..." The beauty, who had been shot by the arrow, muttered to herself unwillingly.

"To avenge my mother..." The woman who shot the bow and arrow sat on the horse, and her lips moved slightly. She was about 30 years old, and her delicate facial features had traces of time.

She looked a little older than the beauty who had been shot by the arrow.

They were sisters!

An arrow hit her. Seeing that the beauty was dead, she turned the horse's head and ran toward the cliff.

"If you want to live, you have to see the person. If you want to die, you have to see the corpse!" The man holding the corpse of the beauty roared angrily... The cavalry who took the order to kill her shot an arrow behind her.

The clothes under the man's armor were bright yellow. The people around him called him First Prince and the dead beauty as the Marchioness of Yong'an.

The refined and elegant Duke of Yong'an stared at his dead wife in the Crown Prince's arms, lost in thought...

The murderer was shot twice in the chest, and her plain dress was stained with blood. She could no longer hold on and rolled down from the horse and fell into the grass.

A wisp of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth. Not far away, there was a maple forest, and red maple leaves fell on her.

Life was as gorgeous as the summer flowers, and death was as beautiful as the autumn leaves. This had always been a life that her mother hoped to have.

She slowly closed her eyes and waited for death, but there were a few drops of warm tears on her face.

...

"Ah!"

"Madam, the Seventh Miss is awake."

The curtains were lifted, and a girl of about 12 or 13 years old sat up on the bed.

She pressed her temples, and the dream was still in her mind. Who was she?

"Yao'er? Who's calling me? Wang Zhiyao? She's Wang Zhiyao?"

"Yaoyao."

She fell into a warm embrace and a gentle hand appeared on her forehead.

She looked up and saw that the woman was about 35 or 36 years old. She had long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a tall nose. She looked heroic.

"Mom." She was stunned. How could she call her mom?

"Yaoyao has finally woken up."

"Mom, I'm fine." Wang Zhiyao answered very smoothly and leaned in the arms of the noble woman.

There was a bottle of rosewood furniture all around. The treasures on the Myriad Treasures Pavilion were quite valuable, and the entire room was in a state of panic.

Wang Zhiyao, she shouldn't be just Wang Zhiyao!

Someone was crying in her ear, so loud that she couldn't sleep. Then she impatiently asked, "Why are you crying?"

In her dream, she wore mourning clothes and killed her enemy. The calm woman told her pitifully that she didn't want to go back and be his daughter anymore!

Who was he? How terrifying?

"You'll know once you try! I only have one request to take care of my mother. My mother is the best, the one who loves me the most... but I always disappoint her." Then the woman's cry disappeared in her ears with the last sentence.

She had a dream, and after waking up, she became the Seventh Miss of the Lord Protector's Manor in the Qianyuan era.

Although Wang Zhiyao could tell what was going on, her mind was still in a mess. "What's wrong with me?"

"Time-travel? Rebirth?"

"Yao'er." There was worry in the woman's eyes. "Mom will help you get justice."

Before Wang Zhiyao could speak, footsteps could be heard from outside the room. "Fourth Madam, Old Madame is here."

Wang Zhiyao subconsciously looked at the woman... Her mother's surname was Jiang, and she was the only daughter of Uncle Han Yan, the official wife of Fourth Young Master of the Guanwen manor.

As for Old Grandma, her surname was Wen... Wang Zhiyao's head ached a little.

"Don't be afraid, Yao'er. Leave everything to me."

Wang Zhiyao's confused eyes softened Mrs. Jiang's heart. She gently touched her daughter's round and chubby face and said, "Even if your Fifth Sister brought your grandmother here, my mother is still her legitimate mother. You can do whatever you want to her!"

The Jiang family got up and left with great momentum.

Wang Zhiyao sat on the bed. "Fifth Sister? Is she a beautiful woman who was shot to death by me in her dream?"

"Mother? Could it be that the beautiful woman in my dream is the daughter of a concubine? Is she the elder sister of Wang Zhiyao?"

What a mess! Why did the woman who cried in her dream say that she wanted to avenge her mother's death when she killed her enemy? And why did she kill Fifth Sister?

Why did the crying woman refuse to come back and be his father's daughter?

Was her father very scary?

She was eager to find an answer, so she got up from the bed and hid behind the screen. She looked out through the glass window carved with flowers through the glass...

In the main seat of the living room sat an old lady with gray hair, who was dressed in a light-colored dress embroidered with exquisite longevity patterns. Her face was dignified, and there were deep wrinkles on the corners of her mouth.

There was a hint of helplessness in her gaze as she looked at Mrs. Jiang, as well as a lofty look hidden deep in her eyes.

There were two elegant and well-dressed women standing on both sides of the Old Madame.

Wang Zhiyao's eyes were fixed on the beautiful, well-proportioned girl.

She... was the noble woman who was shot to death by her sister in her dream—Wang Zhixuan.

Wang Zhixuan's name suddenly made Wang Zhiyao's mind clear.

Although Wang Zhixuan's eyebrows had not yet fully matured, she had already shown that she had the qualification to be a stunning beauty. She was dressed in a purple dress and stood gracefully in front of everyone.

Wang Zhiyao knew that she would become the most beautiful woman in the world in the future. She would be loved by the most excellent and honorable men in the world!

Wang Zhiyao was already 13 years old this year. She didn't want to be a big shot in the capital. If she completely became Wang Zhixuan's companion... The first thing she had to do was lose weight!

In her dream, although Wang Zhiyao was more experienced than Wang Zhixuan, she still looked delicate and pretty.

Wang Zhiyao's rough fingers made a crack in the closed screen... and the sound of a conversation drifted in.

Mrs. Jiang said seriously, "Mother, although Yao'er has woken up, it's not because she has regretted it. At that time, there was only Yao'er and her by the cold pool of Mirror Lake. If she hadn't pushed Yao'er down, who else could it be?"

Wang Zhixuan's face was pale, and her skin was as healthy as white porcelain. There was a hint of unyieldingness in her bright eyes. Facing the innocent accusation of the legal mother of the Jiang family, she straightened her body and did not bother to explain!

Madam Dowager said helplessly, When the Seventh Young Lady was in a coma, you punished her to recite scriptures. I followed you. Now the Seventh Young Lady is awake, and Xuan'er is also chanting scriptures in the Buddha Hall for seven days. What else do you want? Even if Xuan'er is wrong, as her legitimate mother, can't you be more tolerant and kind?

"The fourth daughter-in-law, you have to have the bearing of a legitimate mother and the way to deal with things. This is also a generation of emperor's tutor and noble inheritance. The daughter-in-law of the Wang family should have the most qualifications."

Old Madam Wen's last words were very harsh. "The Seventh Young Lady is your daughter, so is Xuan'er!"

Mrs. Jiang said coldly, "Mother said it's fair. Since Yao'er has fallen into the mirror lake, shouldn't she be the same as Yao'er? It's fair. I have the temperament of a legitimate mother—Wang Zhixuan jumped into the lake outside, and I will forgive you!"

"Fourth Sister's wife!"

"Sister-in-law!"

The other two women, who had been silent for a long time, were shocked. Their delicate and pretty faces showed disbelief. They thought, "The fierce woman who came out of the door is really different from the woman from the first branch of the Calligraphy Sect."

Wang Zhixuan bent her knees and her voice was as pleasant and pleasant as that of an oriole. When she passed by Madam Jiang, she smiled at Madam Dowager, who cherished her, and said, "Grandma, everything is in harmony. I don't dare to let my mother hate me. Let's do what she said 'fair'."

She turned around, and the hem of her skirt curled up into a beautiful arc. She walked out of the door with light steps...

She didn't seem to be suffering from falling into the water.

Wang Zhiyao, who was watching from the side, felt that Wang Zhixuan was like a member of the family, a "hero" of a concubine's daughter who calmly fell into the water in order to live in harmony and respect the "evil" legitimate mother.

Mdm Jiang frowned and ordered the people outside, "Ms. Tian, serve Wang Zhixuan into the water! Where did you find the time to waste on her?"

"Yes, Fourth Madam!"

Wang Zhixuan had yet to put on her usual posture of falling into the water by the lake in the yard. Before she could finish reciting the touching poem, she said, "If my family can get along well with each other, why should I care about this body..."

A strong fat woman rushed over from the side. She raised her arm and pushed Wang Zhixuan into the lake...

Wang Zhiyao walked quickly to the window to see what was going on in the yard.

Wang Zhixuan struggled in the lake. She was no longer calm, indifferent, and calm...

"Don't be pretentious. You'll be struck by lightning!" The corners of Wang Zhiyao's mouth lifted. Her mother, the Jiang family, was very powerful!