A journey to Beijing leads to transmigration. After crossing over, she learns that to survive, she must speak the ancient language and follow ancient customs! Only then can she live peacefully! She...
"Madam, what should we do with Miss Yan Ning?" The two executioners looked at the once lively courtyard, now suddenly deserted, and then at the unconscious Yan Ning, asking helplessly.
"Take her to the woodshed and lock her up. If anything happens to my grandson, I won't let her off the hook!" The two nannies obeyed and dragged the unconscious Yan Ning to the woodshed, which was filled with miscellaneous items, and locked her up.
When they were all alone, Li Mama, who was standing beside her, looked at Old Madam Fucha with concern and asked, "Old Madam, have you thought this through?"
Madam Fucha closed her eyes in anguish, her crimson lips stained with tears. "Even the biggest secret is far less important than my grandson's life."
Xiang'er hurried towards the Fu residence. Everyone there was in the mansion, and no one stopped her. She ran to the rockery and found the grotto that You Yuanzhi had mentioned. Sure enough, she saw the unconscious Delin. She reached out and checked his breathing, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiang'er picked up Delin and prepared to return to the mansion. Just as she reached the garden, she heard voices coming from the front yard. She knew that the old lady had sent people to search the Fu residence, so she retreated to Liuxiang Garden. The searchers drew closer and closer, and Xiang'er had no choice but to hide in Yan Ning's room.
It was inevitable that they would find this room. Xiang'er knew that the old lady had long disliked her, and Fukang'an no longer loved her. Looking at Delin in her arms, she thought to herself that if they caught her kidnapping Delin, she would be kicked out of the Fucha Mansion before Fukang'an returned. Even if Fukang'an came back, he wouldn't forgive her, and then it would truly be the end between them.
"Yan Ning, I'm sorry. You have the General's love, and now that De Lin is alright, he won't blame you. But I'm different. The General won't let me off the hook. I promise that once you enter the manor in the future, I will get along well with you." As Xiang'er spoke, she placed De Lin under Yan Ning's bed, pulled out the hairpin from her hair, and stabbed it into the unconscious De Lin.