"Why is it you? Where's He Huaixuan?!"
Jiang Qingyao leaned against the edge of the bed with a pale face. When she saw the person coming, she felt a strong sense of unease in her heart.
The visitor was her distant cousin Qin Yurong, who had been living in the Ningyuan Earl's Mansion.
Qin Yurong smiled proudly again, "Wake up, cousin. Huaixuan is my husband now, not yours."
Hearing this, Jiang Qingyao's pretty face twitched slightly, and she suppressed her anger: "Do you still have any shame to think about someone else's husband?"
Qin Yurong sneered, "Husband, come in. It's time for my cousin to see our children."
The words fell.
He Huaixuan came in with three children, two girls and one boy. The boy was Jiang Qingyao's stepson, whom she had painstakingly raised and cared for for six years!
The stepson threw himself into Qin Yurong's arms, raised his chin and said happily, "Mom, now that this old witch is gone, our family of five can finally be together legitimately!"
Qin Yurong touched her slightly bulging belly and said, "An'er, it should be a family of six. You will have a little brother soon."
Jiang Qingyao's heart tightened and tears suddenly came out.
She would never be able to have her own children in this life. She treated her stepson as her own son, raising him with all her heart and soul. She even rushed into a fire to save him regardless of her own life. When he fell seriously ill, she knelt on three hundred stone steps to beg for medicine for him. As a result, she developed a leg injury and suffered from excruciating pain in the cold winter.
What do you get in return for giving everything?
His eyes were full of disgust and he called her an old witch.
Jiang Qingyao's heart ached, and she asked in a trembling voice, "He Huaixuan, didn't you say you can't have children? What's going on with these three children?"
Unprecedented anger and humiliation filled her heart, giving her a splitting headache.
As the legitimate daughter of the already impoverished Ningyuan Marquisate, Jiang Qingyao married the eldest son of the Anguo Marquisate. Who wouldn't envy her for marrying a superior husband?
However, after seven years of marriage, Jiang Qingyao had never consummated her marriage with He Huaixuan. He told her that he was impotent, but she never complained and, despite the pressure, adopted a child from a branch of the He family.
For seven years, Jiang Qingyao emptied her dowry for this family. She was bullied by her sisters-in-law, gossiped by the servants, and even had her stepson act naughty. She endured it all until she was exhausted.
Unexpectedly, she was kept in the dark her entire life, raised children for others, and now she is half dead, and has to watch others have a happy family in front of her.
All her seven years of hard work had gone to waste. She was a joke.
"He Huaixuan, you have such a cruel heart!"
After the heart-wrenching roar, Jiang Qingyao seemed to have been drained of all her strength.
"He Huaixuan, let's get a divorce. I'll make room for you. You don't have to be the mistress of the Marquis's family anymore."
"I just ask you to help my grandparents. The Xue family has been wronged."
He Huaixuan's eyes flashed: "It's too late."
Qin Yurong chuckled secretly, "Yesterday at noon, more than a hundred members of the Xue family were beheaded, and their bodies thrown into a mass grave to feed the wolves and wild dogs."
"What?"
Jiang Qingyao fell off the bed as if struck by lightning, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
He Huaixuan was a little displeased. It was just her maternal grandparents' home, so why was she so sad? In order to be angry with him, she even quit her job as the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion. It turned out that he had been too indulgent to her, making her even more unreasonable.
Seeing Jiang Qingyao's face ashen, He Huaixuan decided to forgive her for once, "Qingyao, stop making trouble. Rong'er has endured grievances for many years and has made great contributions to the He family. It has not been easy for her."
Qin Yurong wiped her tears aggrievedly and hurriedly urged, "Husband, take the children back first. I'll talk to my cousin."
After He Huaixuan left, Qin Yurong raised her hand and slapped Jiang Qingyao hard.
"Cousin, let me tell you that we were married the day you and my husband discussed our marriage. If you hadn't occupied the Marquis's mistress for so many years, why would our family have to endure the pain of separation?"
"Oh, by the way, wasn't your mother killed by you?"
"There's also the person who's behind the Xue family's actions. I almost forgot about that. My husband warned me not to tell you."
Jiang Qingyao's eyes widened as she grabbed the hem of her skirt. "Tell me, who killed my mother? And who was behind this plot against the Xue family?"
Qin Yurong laughed heartily. "Cousin, you can go to the underworld and ask them about this yourself."
"Come here, gouge out this abandoned woman's eyes, chop off her hands and feet, and beat her to death with clubs."
After seven years of forbearance, Qin Yurong finally gained power and could do whatever she wanted.
"No--"
Heart-wrenching pain.
Jiang Qingyao died with her eyes open.
If God opens his eyes and gives her a chance to start over, she will definitely turn the Ningyuan Marquis's Mansion upside down, kill this couple, send all those who bullied and harmed her to hell, and do her best to change the Xue family's fate of being wronged and killed tragically.
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"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" the maid Zhitao asked in a low voice.
Jiang Qingyao came back to her senses in a daze. Wasn’t she dead?
She looked around calmly. This scene was exactly the day when she and He Huaixuan had decided on their wedding date.
She went back seven years.
Sure enough, even God couldn't bear it and she came back to life.
In this life, she will never repeat the same mistakes and go down the same old path.
Madam Jiang was discussing the wedding date with Madam He.
"That's settled then. Two months later..."
"My granddaughter doesn't want to." A clear and firm voice interrupted the two.
Madam Jiang's face darkened as she glared at Jiang Qingyao, "How dare you! You have no right to speak here."
Jiang Qingyao refused to give in. She had died once before, so what was there to be afraid of?
"Although my grandfather arranged my marriage to the Anguo Marquisate ten years ago, he didn't specify the Anguo Marquisate's heir. If the engagement must be fulfilled, then I want someone else."
When these words came out, everyone was shocked.
The Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion has been in decline for many years and is no longer what it used to be. It is really marrying up to be able to marry into the Anguo Marquis' Mansion.
Among the younger generations, the most noble one is the prince He Huaixuan, and many young ladies in the capital want to marry him.
She actually said she wanted to change people?
Madam Jiang scolded: "Evil creature, are you crazy?"
Damn disaster star, if she wasn't useful, I would have beaten her to death with sticks.
Old Madam Jiang didn't care at all what Jiang Qingyao thought, and would not allow her to interfere with this wealthy marriage no matter what.
Marrying He Huaixuan was the beginning of Jiang Qingyao's tragedy, and she was determined to change her fate.
Seeing that she refused to budge, Madam Jiang was filled with rage, but she had nowhere to vent her anger in front of so many people. She just wanted to go back and give her a good beating.
"This girl is crazy. Her words are not counted. It's settled. We will get married in two months."
Even if a great immortal came, she would not let Jiang Qingyao act recklessly.
"Wait."
Madam He, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke, her eyes were deep and unfathomable.
"Miss Jiang, why do you want to change people?"
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