After breakfast, Jiang Muyu got on a carriage and went to the Marquis of Jing'an's Mansion.

In front of the mansion gate, I met Jiang Muxue, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

She almost didn't recognize it at first glance.

You really can't blame her, it's just that Jiang Muxue has changed so much.

At this time, Jiang Muxue had no maid by her side. She was wearing a whitish plain dress, with only a wooden hairpin on her head. Her figure was so thin that she seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind. Her cheeks were slightly sunken, and her eyes had long lost their spirit, appearing cloudy and dull. Her skin was as pale as paper, and she looked a little sick.

Jiang Muyu clicked her tongue and shook her head, thinking: He is clearly not even twenty years old, but he looks older than me, a woman who is about to turn thirty.

As soon as she saw Jiang Muyu, she turned around and wanted to run like a mouse seeing a cat, but she was blocked by Yun Yan after taking a few steps.

Yun Yan stood in front of her, frowning: "Madam Jiang, why did you run away when you saw the princess? What about the rules?"

Jiang Muxue was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Muyu, who was still dressed in luxurious clothes, standing in front of the gate of the Marquis' Mansion.

It seemed like a century had passed. I had fallen to this point, living a life neither human nor ghost, but why was she still so prosperous?

Jiang Muyu smiled and looked at her: "Why are you standing outside the door instead of going in, Eighth Sister?"

Jiang Muxue lowered her eyelids and replied softly, "I just came back to take a look... and then I'll leave."

"Eighth sister, you must be homesick, why don't you come in with me?"

She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "No need, I want to go back early to avoid being punished by my mother-in-law again."

Perhaps it was because they had the same blood flowing in their bodies, Jiang Muyu couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

"You...does your mother-in-law often punish you? How about I send a nanny to help you?"

She shook her head again: "No need, my mother sent a nanny to me before, but she was disappointed with me... They all said I was wrong, maybe, I really was wrong..."

Jiang Muyu looked at her and found her very strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange about her.

Maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other for too long, she had almost forgotten what Jiang Muxue looked like originally.

Jiang Muxue raised her head and looked at her, her voice still calm: "Jiang Muyu, I really envied you before..."

Jiang Muyu frowned and said nothing.

But she didn't care, and said to herself, "I tried hard... but now I have nothing."

"Jiang Muyu, I really hate you..."

After she said this, she suddenly shed two tears, but with a smile on her face, she murmured, "I hate it so much... I hate it so much..."

As she spoke, she turned and left, her back looking sad and desolate.

Yun Yan didn't stop her and walked back to Jiang Muyu with a frown: "Madam, is she crazy?"

Jiang Muyu shook his head and sighed, "Let her hate me. I'm so outstanding. There are many people in this world who hate me. If I have to care about all of them, wouldn't it seem that I'm too narrow-minded?" After saying that, he withdrew his gaze from her, turned around and walked into the Marquis' Mansion.

Yun Yan looked at her back and the corners of his mouth twitched.

How could the Queen say such indecent words in such a serious tone?

…

Marquis' Mansion, inside Mu's house.

After Jiang Muyu sat down, he said, "I just met my eighth sister outside the mansion."

Mu was not surprised at all: "Ms. Feng is ill, so it's normal for her to come back to see her."

"It seems that she did not enter the house. She met me and said a few words and then left."

This made Madam Mu stunned for a moment, then she sighed and said, "Her temper has become more and more strange now. I heard from the people in the Zhong Mansion that she often locks herself up in the mansion for several days without seeing anyone. Sometimes she dresses up beautifully to go to Zhong Lei, but when she sees Zhong Lei and Feng Yaoyao together, she will suddenly lose her temper and make trouble. It's really... hard to describe."

Jiang Muyu listened and felt that she might really be crazy.

Now Feng Yaoyao is pregnant with her second child, Zhong Lei's heart has long been biased. Jiang Muxue, a concubine with no children, went to the main wife to make trouble. Isn't it the same as being out of her mind? Where did all her past tricks go?

Mu sighed again and said, "Forget it, forget it. I won't talk about her anymore. Zhao Zhao, why did you come back home today?"

Jiang Muyu smiled and then returned to the topic: "It's like this, I had a strange dream last night, and today I suddenly wanted to come back and ask mother, where did this nickname come from?"

"You gave yourself your nickname when you first came of age."

She was stunned for a moment: "I named it myself?"

"Yes, your father gave you many nicknames at first, but you were not satisfied with any of them. In the end, you found the word Zhao Zhao yourself, saying that it was taken from "Ling Lian Juan Xi Ji Liu, Lan Zhao Zhao Xi Wei Yang", which means bright and shining. Your father thought the meaning was good, so he respected your wish."

The boy's voice flashed through her mind again:

"Then let's just call her Zhao Zhao."

"It is the "Zhao Zhao" in "Ling Lian Juan Xi Ji Liu, Lan Zhao Zhao Xi Wei Yang", which means bright and shining, and it suits you very well."

Who is he? Why do I always dream about him but can't see his face clearly?

"Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Mu called her several times.

She came back to her senses and held her forehead: "I... I'm fine, I just suddenly thought of something."

"What's the matter? Tell me and I can help you think about it."

She pursed her lips and asked, "Mom, did anything special happen to me when I was a child? For example, did I get a strange disease, or... did I go missing?"

Mu's eyes widened: "You remember?"

"What did you remember? What did I forget?" She immediately grabbed Mu's hand, looking a little anxious.

Mu patted the back of her hand soothingly and said, "You did go missing for a while when you were a child. At that time, I took you to Putuo Temple to burn incense, and you went out to play with your maid. We walked up a mountain and suddenly disappeared."

Putuo Temple again? Mountain again?

She frowned and asked, "How long have I been missing?"

"For five days, I was so anxious that I looked for you everywhere. Finally, I found you in a meditation room in Putuo Temple. You were sleeping soundly, wearing pajamas and snoring."

"Did I have any injuries at that time?"

Mu shook his head: "There is no injury at all, but you said you couldn't remember anything no matter what we asked."

But the fire in her dream was so real, how come she was not hurt at all?

Having said this, Mu sighed again.

Jiang Muyu was puzzled: "Why is mother sighing?"

"Since that time, you have been missing quite often, sometimes for three to five days, sometimes for one to two months. Every time you disappeared, you came back safe and sound. Your father and I were afraid that if the news got out, it would ruin our reputation, so we sent you to the manor and told the public that you were seriously ill and needed to be recuperated."

Jiang Muyu was shocked: "How long have I been missing like this?"

"It took almost a year."

She recalled that when she was nine years old, she suddenly fell seriously ill and was hospitalized for nearly a year. She was often in a coma, which lasted for three to five days at the shortest and one to two months at the longest. Even the doctors could not figure out what disease she had.

Until one day she suddenly went into shock and was admitted to the ICU. After being rescued, she gradually recovered completely.

Could it be...that she had already been to this world at that time?