"They did not abandon me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the sneer in the other person's eyes.

"You have thought about it," Bu Zhan looked at her, his pupils dark, "If they don't die, you will die."

Jiang Ling's fingers did not loosen, but instead held him tighter.

The man watched from the corner of his eye as the woman's thin white fingers tightened little by little on his wrist. Finally, his eyes moved slightly, as if emotions flashed through his eyes.

He sneered: "How stupid."

Just when Jiang Ling thought there was no hope, there was a sudden force on her wrist. Bu Zhan leaned down and held her broken waist with his other hand.

With a "stab" sound, the bed curtain was pulled tightly from inside.

…

I don't know who he was punishing, but this time, he was so cruel that Jiang Ling's throat became hoarse from crying. She closed her eyes and seemed to see the mourners everywhere in the Jiang Mansion. The rain, snow, and tears... seemed to destroy her whole body.

submerged.

She almost fainted.

There was a pain in her shoulder, and the stinging sensation made her wake up a little. The heavy rain outside the window, and the gray night light showed that it was still far away from dawn.

What used to be a back-and-forth discussion is now more like torture.

Her eyelashes trembled as she heard Bu Zhan chuckle in her ear.

After an unknown number of times, Jiang Ling finally ran out of energy and collapsed limply, as if he had turned into a puddle of water.

She felt like she was going to die.

Gradually, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, and watched helplessly as the man put on his clothes and stood up. Bu Zhan picked up the long sword hanging on the side, leaving her with an indifferent back.

She huddled in the tattered bed tent, trembling with tears.

…

When we arrived at Jiang Mansion, it was almost dawn.

I thought the building was deserted, but little did I know that over at the Jiang family, no one, no matter the age or sex, had moved.

Jiang Wenhuai wore an upright official robe and stood calmly under the pavilion. Beside him stood his wife and two ladies from his concubine. Except for the young child, the rest of the people in the yard were calmly waiting for the butcher's knife.

arrival.

A few days ago, a strange man sent a message saying that he was willing to help his family move south.

Knowing that A Yan had gone to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Wenhuai, the head of the family, was furious.

"Jiang Yan! Your sister is already married, do you have to bring her into this muddy water?"

The innocent and ignorant young man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he looked at his middle-aged father.

Mr. Jiang actually has silver threads on his temples.

"My Jiang family is full of loyalty and will never serve the two masters. The day when the country is destroyed will be the day when our Jiang family will perish. I, Jiang Wenhuai, will never live an ignoble existence. As for Ling'er... whether she lives or dies, it all depends on her future.

What is your destiny?"

The eldest lady burst into tears on one side.

"Master, don't scare Ayan."

Jiang Yan raised his head and looked at his father blankly.

At this moment, he suddenly understood everything - why his father forced my sister away, why the whole family did not recognize my sister, and even... deleted my sister's name from the family tree.

He remembered the time he met his sister at the foot of Jinshan Temple.

Like a warbler, she bursts into everyone's sight.

When he saw her at that time, his father was startled for a moment, then turned coldly and looked away as if to avoid suspicion.

The mother's hand supporting her father trembled secretly.

"Ayan, come here."

Jiang Wenhuai's face softened and he waved to him, "Dad knows that you and Ling'er have a deep relationship, and you have been protecting your sister since you were a child. This time, let's protect your sister one last time with dad, okay?"

Just as he was talking, the sky suddenly burst into flames outside the door of the mansion, the sound of horse hooves broke into pieces in the long night, and the cold sound of iron weapons was heard.

Jiang Wenhuai hugged Jiang Yan and looked around.

The man tightened his reins and sat high on the horse. The howling wind and snow blew into his emotionless eyes.

Bu Zhan's voice was cold and he ordered: "Take it down."

…

In Zhengrong Pavilion, Jiang Ling gathered her clothes and got up from the couch.

There was a lot of noise outside the courtyard, and the servants were all talking about the same thing.

"The prime minister just led a group of people to the Taifu's Mansion and surrounded the Jiang family! I heard that the Jiang family was full and no one escaped."

She dug her fingers tightly into the edge of the door, her eyes bloodshot.

"Jiang's Mansion? Isn't that our eldest lady's natal family?"

"Yes, our Bu family is related to the Jiang family by marriage, and the eldest lady is from the Jiang family. Do you think the prime minister will kill Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Ling's steps faltered, and he stumbled, almost slipping.

Fortunately, she had quick eyesight and quick hands, and she held on to the table on one side. Unfortunately, she pushed over the vase beside the table, and the delicate porcelain fell to the ground with a clang, shattering all over the table.

"Hey, our Prime Minister really shows no mercy at all."

Sighs flowed into the ears along the night wind.

Her eyes were full of grief, she covered her lips with her hands, and suppressed a very low sob from her throat.

Her tears had dried up and her throat was hoarse from crying.

Before she could cry again, she suddenly felt a chill in her abdomen. Without warning, Jiang Ling held on to the wall beside her and retched.
Chapter completed!