Inside the Buddhist temple, the candlelight flickered, emitting a faint and warm light.
This light seems particularly precious in the dark space. It tries to dispel the darkness around it, but seems to be swallowed up by the endless night.
The mottled Buddha statues on the wall appear and disappear in the candlelight, as if silently watching everyone who enters the Buddhist temple.
The air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, intertwined with the scent of candlelight, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
The man in black reappeared in front of Lan Chuli like a ghost, his voice cold and serious: "Master has changed his mind. You are not allowed to attack Lan Chuyi. However, if she has something she shouldn't have, you must kill her immediately!"
Lan Chuli widened her eyes in shock, "Didn't you say before that I could kill her?" Her words were filled with confusion and unwillingness.
The man in black snorted coldly, and his attitude seemed to be disdain coming from his nostrils, "You don't need to know so much, just follow the orders strictly." As soon as the words fell, the man in black disappeared without a trace like a gust of wind, leaving only a trace of coldness in the air.
Lan Chuli sat alone on a cushion in the Buddhist hall. She clenched her hands so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, causing blood to seep out. However, she seemed unaware of anything.
Her eyes flashed with flames of jealousy and anger, and the hatred in her heart surged like a tide.
"Why do so many people favor Lan Chuyi?!" Lan Chuli growled with gritted teeth, her voice revealing deep resentment and jealousy, "Is it just because she's a real daughter? Who the hell is Lan Chuyi?!"
Anger and jealousy intertwined in Lan Chuli's heart. She stood up suddenly, her eyes as fierce as a wolf, "I won't do what you say! Lan Chuyi, I want you to know that if you go against me, there will be no good end!"
Her voice echoed in the empty Buddhist temple, full of madness and determination.
The noise of the dinner had just died down when Song Jiao brought Lan Chuyi back home.
The moonlight was like water, reflecting in the quiet courtyard, but it could not shine into Song Jiao's deep and cold eyes.
At this moment, a nanny came running in panic from the direction of the Buddhist hall, her voice filled with tears: "Master, it's bad, the eldest daughter has hanged herself!" This sudden news was like a bombshell, shattering the tranquility of the night.
Behind the nanny, the four father and sons moved at the sound, with worried looks on their faces, and were about to rush to the Buddhist hall.
However, Song Jiao coldly blocked their way.
"Go back and rest." Song Jiao's voice was cold and firm. "Since she wants to die, then send her in with white silk, poisoned wine, and a dagger. Let her go cleanly and don't pollute the Buddhist temple."
Zhou Xu looked at Song Jiao in disbelief, his voice tinged with anger. "Madam, even if she's not your biological daughter, she's the one you've raised for fourteen years. How can you be so heartless?"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao sneered, a fierce look flashing in her eyes. "What? She framed her own sister, shouldn't she be punished? She can frame her sister today, you and your sons tomorrow, and me in the future! Our Lan family has never seen anything like this before. I will never tolerate such betrayal and deception!"
Her words revealed an unquestionable determination and majesty, like a sharp sword pointing directly at people's hearts.
Zhou Xu and his three sons behind him were frightened by her stern gaze and tone. For a moment, no one dared to speak.
The entire house fell into silence again, with only Song Jiao's cold and determined eyes shining in the night.
Lan Chuyi watched her father and brothers leave one by one sadly, then she slowly asked, "Mother, why are you so determined?"
Song Jiao lowered her eyes, her facial expression blurred in the dim light. "You will be the head of the Lan family in the future, so I will naturally set an example. Do you know how to deal with people like this?"
Lan Chuyi pondered for a moment, "Let them fend for themselves or perish on their own." She uttered these four words calmly.
Song Jiao nodded with satisfaction, "No need to waste words."
As she spoke, she pushed open the door and looked straight ahead, "Come on, I'll show you how to deal with this kind of person!"
As soon as the door opened, Lan Chuli's crying voice immediately reached my ears.
She knelt on the ground with white silk, poisoned wine and a dagger in front of her. These were the "choices" Song Jiao prepared for her.
As soon as he saw Song Jiao, Lan Chuli hurriedly stood up, knelt down with tears in his eyes, and hugged Song Jiao's legs tightly.
"Mother, I really know I was wrong!" Lan Chuli's voice trembled, full of fear and pleading.
However, Song Jiao kicked her away mercilessly, her voice as cold as ice: "Don't you want to die? Then choose one for yourself! People in my Lan family always do what they say!" Her eyes were like knives, piercing Lan Chuli's heart.
Lan Chuli collapsed on the ground, looking at Song Jiao in horror. She knew that this time, her mother was really angry.
Lan Chuyi stood aside, observing all this quietly. She understood that this was something she would need to face and learn in the future.
In the Lan family, there is no weakness or hesitation, only firmness and decisiveness.
Wasn't it because of the original owner's favor that Lan Chuli was able to be so arrogant before? Now that the original owner's favor is gone, she is nothing.
Seeing that the other party hadn't made any movement, Song Jiao gave him a cold look and said, "Since you don't want to, then stay behind closed doors and reflect on your mistakes. Come out again in half a month!"
After leaving the Buddhist hall, Lan Chuyi and Song Jiao returned to their respective courtyards.
It was late at night, and the moonlight sprinkled like water in the quiet courtyard, adding a touch of mystery and elegance to this ancient house.
"Host, the male villain went to the heroine's room." Tuanzi suddenly reminded, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Song Jiao just smiled faintly when she heard this, her eyes revealing her full trust in Lan Chuyi, "Don't worry, she can handle this!"
She knew very well that as the heroine of the fantasy world, Lan Chuyi was not a weak person.
The obedience and docility she displayed now were only for the purpose of better developing her own power and laying a solid foundation for her future rise.
Speaking of power, Song Jiao's heart moved, and she began to seriously consider how to further help Lan Chuyi consolidate her position.
She decided to transfer the secret guard team that the original owner had given to Lan Chuli to Lan Chuyi. This team had extremely high attainments in intelligence gathering and she believed that it would be of great benefit to Lan Chuyi's future development.
Lady, just give us a little help and we'll take off faster.
She thought so and seemed to do so. The next day, she handed the badge in charge of the secret guards to Lan Chuyi.
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