Nalan Zhiyin looked at the man beside the coffin in disbelief: "Husband, what are you doing?"

Yin Yizhi still had that deceptive smile on his face: "Yinyin, you know the situation at home. I really have no other choice but to use this method to get along with you.

Don't worry, I will never forget your contribution to me and will take good care of my parents and our children.

And promise not to let other women in. You will always be my wife, Yin Yizhi."

After saying this, he ignored his wife's horrified look and stuffed Nalan Zhiyin's favorite handkerchief into her mouth.

Then he closed the coffin without mercy.

Nalan Zhiyin lay powerlessly in the coffin. Just when she thought she was going to be buried alive, the sound of a hammer suddenly came from above the coffin.

Her heart beat up and down with the sound of the hammer. Just as she was wondering what the hammer was for, an iron needle pierced through the coffin lid and went straight into her heart.

Unable to move, she could only watch as the nail pierced her heart.

With her remaining consciousness, she could feel her limbs were also nailed by iron nails.

But what really dealt her the fatal blow was the iron nail that was driven into her head.

She wanted to scream loudly to vent her pain, and she also wanted to come out and see who really did it.

But her soul and body were sealed in the coffin, and she could only hear vague conversations.

"Master, will this really work? She won't suddenly appear, right?"

"Don't worry, no one has been able to break my formation yet. You can build a garden here and let it be nourished by water. With water as your companion, your family's business will reach new heights."

In this way, Nalan Zhiyin was trapped in the Yin family's courtyard, and she could occasionally hear the servants praising Yin Yizi.

"Today, Master Yin brought his son to visit his father-in-law and mother-in-law again. He is a truly wonderful man. Not only is he deeply devoted to his wife, he also shows great respect to his deceased wife's parents."

"If my husband were half as good as him, I would be very satisfied. He's such a good man, no wonder his business is growing bigger and bigger."

After listening to them day after day, Nalan Zhiyin's resentment towards her husband dissipated a lot. She began to believe what these servants said and thought that Yin Yizi was really a good person.

The truth told by the victim himself can make bystanders more convinced.

The father and son, who had just been overjoyed at seeing their relatives, had become depressed. They had never imagined that there was such a secret in their family.

However, Su Yan no longer sympathized with her situation, or rather, she did sympathize with her at first, and thought that her overwhelming resentment was directed at the murderer who hurt her.

Now it seems that she blames everything on others, feeling that she did not enjoy the life of the Yin family and that the servants should not enjoy it either.

Seeing so many innocent people injured or even lost their lives because of her, her compassion disappeared.

"Mrs. Nalan, I'm very curious. Everything you've experienced was caused by your husband. After your soul was released, why didn't you seek revenge on him? Instead, you hurt innocent people."

Nalan Zhiyin still maintained her elegant demeanor: "My husband and I are one. Only when he is well can our family be well. How could I hurt the most important person in my life?

But it’s different for those servants. They take money from my family, so they naturally have the obligation to make me happy.

As for how much this obligation will cost, it depends on my mood.

After all, they will receive a generous compensation after the accident, so it’s not too bad.”

Such arrogant words were unbearable for Yin Shijing, who had always felt superior to others since childhood. Considering that this was his grandmother, he advised her in a gentle voice.

"Grandma, please open your eyes and see clearly. It's the 21st century now. The days when your mobile phone held the servant's indenture and could be sold at will are over.

Now everyone has the right to life. If you are caught by the police, you will be shot."

Nalan Zhiyin looked at his grandson with disdain: "But I am from the previous era and must abide by the laws of my time.

Considering that this was our first meeting, I forgive your disrespect for me. If you do it again, I will discipline you properly."

Yin Shijing wanted to argue but was stopped by his father.

Master Yin thought further than his son. He was afraid that Su Yan would not be able to deal with his mother, and that his son would be punished if he offended his grandmother.

After Su Yan learned about Nalan Zhiyin's experience, she wanted to deal with her gently.

Now she understood that gentle methods were useless because Nalan Zhiyin's thinking had become rigid.

There are some people in this world who, in their hearts, can forgive everything their family does, and no matter how much harm others suffer, it has nothing to do with their family.

Nalan Zhiyin keenly sensed the danger to Su Yan, and when she saw that there was no one in front of her, she wanted to escape.

Before leaving the place, Qian Xueying stopped him and asked, "Did my master let you go?"

Nalan Zhiyin's face flashed with anger, and she tried to persuade him, "My fellow ghost, we are both ghosts. Why do you want to serve humans? Could it be that this master has trapped you with magic?

If that's the case, I have a trick. We can work together to kill this stinky woman, and you can be free again."

Qian Xueying smiled brighter than the sun: "I'm sorry, I followed my master willingly and will never betray her."

Su Yan asked the last question in her mind: "Madam Nalan, if your husband and the former master appeared in front of you, would you kill them?"

Nalan Zhiyin nodded and then shook her head: "I would kill that stinky Taoist priest, if he hadn't deceived my husband. My husband loves me so much, he would never do anything like using me to exchange for the family property.

As for my husband, he was deceived by someone else. As long as he apologizes to me, I can forgive him."

This double standard behavior made Su Yan laugh in anger, and she threw a talisman into the air.

Nalan Zhiyin felt that the strength in her body was dissipating bit by bit. She looked at Su Yan angrily, wanting to fight to the death to take Su Yan away with her.

Qian Xuying, who was guarding beside her, saw what she was thinking and pinned her to the ground before she could make a move.

When the soul was about to dissipate, a glimmer of clarity suddenly flashed in Nalan Zhiyin's eyes.

She transformed all her magic into a red line and flew away.

Su Yan looked at the direction the red line left and for the first time did not try to stop it.

Even though he knew that his mother had committed many evil deeds, when he saw his mother's soul scattering in front of him, Master Yin still shed tears of sadness.

Only Yin Shijing looked curious, and he showed a lot of respect when facing Su Yan: "Miss Su, didn't the Taoist priest say that my grandmother's soul would always be suppressed? How did she break free and escape?"