But now, Han Baoqin has lost her innocence and reputation. How can she enter the Zhao family again?

She can't even be a concubine!

Zhao Mengyu is worthy of being Zhao Zeyuan's son. He inherited his cold-blooded and selfish character. He immediately knelt down and grabbed Zhao Zeyuan's clothes: "Dad, Baoqin and the second lady and I don't have much contact. Baoluo is always present when we meet. Baoluo, please testify for me, so that Mr. Cui won't misunderstand."

His voice was pleading but commanding, and it was obvious that his attitude towards her had not changed yet. He still treated her as the Han Baoluo who used to obey him in everything.

Han Baoluo left the table and came to Zhao Mengyu, looking down at him and sneered: "Testify? Haha, Zhao Mengyu, you are so ridiculous."

Before Mrs. Zhao, who always loved her son as if his life, could get angry, the smile on her face suddenly fell, and she said sternly: "You were so affectionate with Han Baoqin in public, and treated me, your fiancée, as nothing! You scolded me to my face for being ugly and fat, and unworthy of entering your Zhao family! You threatened to break off the engagement with me and marry Han Baoqin! What, have you forgotten what you said? You forgot, but I didn't. I remember every word clearly."

She tapped her heart.

Cui Mi was angry and distressed when he heard this. How dare the Zhao family bully him like this! Mo Feiyang looked at Zhao Mengyu as if he were a dead person.

Zhao Mengyu was about to explain, but was interrupted by Cui Mi's shout: "Enough! Bring me the token. I'm canceling this marriage! We, Baoluo, can't afford to marry the Zhao family!"

Seeing that he was really angry, Zhao Zeyuan was afraid that if he continued talking, he might offend the dean even more. He sighed, took out a long wooden box from his arms, and handed it back to him with both hands.

Cui Mi opened it and took a look, and immediately her eyes were filled with tears.

Inside lay a jade sandalwood hairpin, which he had carved with his own hands and inserted into Yue Niang's hair when she came of age.

Jade sandalwood is an extremely precious wood that has always been supplied only to the royal family. It has a delicate and warm texture, and a clear and gorgeous grain. It is warmer than jade and more transparent than ordinary wood. It has always been in short supply.

He asked around for help before he was able to get this small piece, and it took him more than ten days to carve it into shape.

He still remembered how happy Yue Niang was when she received the hairpin.

Later, she even threw away all other jewelry and only wore this jade sandalwood hairpin.

The fact that Yue Niang used this hairpin as a token of engagement between Bao Luo and the Zhao family shows how much importance she attached to this marriage at that time.

However, Zhao Mengyu is obviously not a good match for Bao Luo.

The Zhao family let her down.

Cui Mi handed the hairpin to Han Baoluo and said, "Child, this hairpin is your mother's favorite thing. Please keep it well."

Han Baoluo took it solemnly and said, "Well, I will definitely keep it well."

Cui Mi took one last look at Han Zhengqing and said to Cui Fu, "Take out the gift I prepared."

Cui Fu took off a rectangular box that he had been carrying on his back and handed it to Han Zhengqing with both hands.

"This, just consider it as a way of repaying your kindness in taking Yue Niang in."

After Cui Mi finished speaking, he took Han Baoluo away.

Han Zhengqing didn't even bother to look at the gift in the box, and hurriedly followed and accompanied him all the way.

Cui Mi waved her hand, "Go back, no need to see me off."

Han Zhengqing insisted and sent them all the way to the gate.

He looked at Han Baoluo and raised his hand to touch her head. "Baoluo, although we are not related by blood, you have called me dad for so many years. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me."

Han Baoluo once had hatred and resentment towards this father, but when she learned that he was not her biological father, all those emotions disappeared.

Hearing Han Zhengqing say this, she couldn't help but feel a little bitter in her heart. She lowered her head to hide her expression and said, "Well, I will. You should also take good care of yourself."

In the hall, as soon as Cui Mi and the others disappeared, Zhao Zeyuan kicked Zhao Mengyu fiercely, "Asshole! You are more likely to cause trouble than to help!"

Just as Zhao's mother was about to howl, she was frozen in place by his fierce glare.

She didn't dare move until he had strode away, and hurried to help her son up.

After coming out of Han Mansion, Cui Mi and Han Baoluo got on the carriage. Cui Fu drove the carriage, and Mo Feiyang followed on horseback.

Han Baoluo took out the jade sandalwood hairpin and carefully stroked the patterns on it. "Grandpa, please help me put it on."

"good."

Cui Mi took the hairpin and inserted it carefully into her hair. She stepped back and looked at her face, which was very similar to Yue Niang's, and couldn't help but fall into memories.

"Grandpa? Grandpa..." Han Baoluo called him twice before he came back to his senses.

"Does it look good?" She asked playfully while touching the hairpin in her hair.

"Beautiful, beautiful, as beautiful as your mother." Cui Mi nodded continuously.

A group of children whizzed past with laughter, and the lively hawking sounds carried into the carriage. Han Baoluo lifted the curtain and looked out.

Cui Mi took the opportunity to touch the corners of his eyes and wipe away the tears that were oozing out.

"Grandpa, today is the Ghost Festival. I almost forgot." Han Baoluo couldn't help feeling annoyed when she saw many stalls outside selling lanterns, paper money, gold ingots and other items.

She actually forgot such an important day.

Isn’t Cui Mi the same?

He lifted the curtain and looked at the various paper-made objects on the stalls. He couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of Yue Niang lying alone in the cold coffin.

"Grandpa, let's go see mom."

Under Han Baoluo's guidance, Cui Fu successfully drove the car to his destination - a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

This place is backed by mountains and faces the water, with beautiful scenery. It can be called a Feng Shui treasure land. Many families in the city bury their deceased family members here.

Han Baoluo brought Cui Mi to her mother's grave with familiarity.

Mo Feiyang and Cui Fu followed silently behind.

The closer he got, the slower Cui Mi's steps became, and the more timid he became.

However, the tomb finally appeared in sight.

Unlike other places that are overgrown with weeds, the area around this tomb is surprisingly clean. Not only is there not a single weed, there are not even any fallen leaves.

There are four words engraved on the tombstone: Yue Niang’s Tomb.

No last name.

Since Yue Niang was still alive, why didn't she go home? Cui Mi asked Han Zhengqing this question at the time.

At that time he replied: "Yueniang said that when she woke up, she didn't remember anything from the past, and only remembered the name Yueniang..."

Cui Mi suddenly burst into tears, fell down in front of the grave, and cried bitterly. Those who heard it could not help but feel sad and shed tears.

Even the cynical smile on Mo Feiyang's face disappeared.

He looked at Han Baoluo. The little girl was kneeling there, with snot and tears streaming down her face, crying without any image.

He walked over, knelt on one knee beside her, and held out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

The handkerchief was as white as snow and as soft as silk, obviously not an ordinary item.

Han Baoluo didn't notice it at all at this time. She took the handkerchief and blew her nose.