After saying this, Wangshu ran away without looking back.

Jiang Huaishu's face darkened and he turned to look at the servant beside him.

"Where's Yan'er? Mother has been gone for so long, why is there still no sign of her?"

When Jiang Yan came back, it was already dark.

When she saw the white cloth and white lanterns hanging at the door, she was dazed for a moment.

"Whoever hung these unlucky things on my doorstep, take them down!"

"Miss, you can't take them! The old lady is gone, and these are indispensable."

"Nonsense, my mother was fine when I went out!" Jiang Yan glared at the doorman unhappily: "You don't want to take it, right? I'll do it myself!"

Jiang Yan said as she was about to take action.

However, she had just grabbed a corner of the white cloth and had not had time to exert any force.

Jiang Huaishu's voice slowly came from inside.

"stop!"

"Brother, they hung something unlucky at the door, you should punish them..."

Bang!

Without waiting for Jiang Yan to finish her words, Jiang Huaishu raised his hand and slapped her hard.

Jiang Yan covered her face in pain and looked at him aggrievedly.

"Mom is dead! I heard from the servants that you were the last person she saw before she was alive.

Why did you go back to my mother's room, and what did you do to her?"

"I...I didn't, I just..."

Jiang Yan stopped talking halfway through her words.

She shook her head, unwilling to accept this reality.

"Mom is dead? How is this possible? Mom just fell down, how could she... die?"

"It turns out you killed my mother!"

Jiang Huaishu gritted his teeth, grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the mourning hall.

"Go to the mourning hall now and kowtow to your mother and repent!"

"No, I won't go, Tan Lang, save me!"

Tan Xin watched Jiang Yan being pulled in by Jiang Huaishu, took two steps back, turned around and ran away.

Looking at his leaving back, Jiang Yan's hand froze in mid-air.

"Tan Lang..."

Midnight.

The door of the mourning hall was suddenly blown open by the wind.

Jiang Yan was alone, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, trembling with fear.

"It's not me, mother, it's not me who hurt you!"

"Don't look for me. If you want to look for yourself, go look for Yun Wanrou."

"Yes, it's all Yun Wanrou's fault. Ever since she married into the Marquis' Mansion, nothing good has happened in the Mansion."

[Bah, how shameless]

Yangyang was sleeping in a daze.

She spat at Jiang Yan in her dream.

Yun Wanrou slowly woke up and glanced in the direction of Yangyang.

Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he shook his head helplessly.

What did the little guy dream about? He was even cursing in his dream!

Bang!

Yun Wanrou was just thinking when the window was suddenly blown open by the wind.

The cold wind blew in through the window, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Yun Wanrou was afraid that Yangyang would catch a cold, so she got up quietly and closed the window again.

However, as soon as she turned around, the window was blown open again.

Why is it so windy tonight?

"Yun Wanrou, I want you to die!"

Qian's ghost suddenly floated in front of Yun Wanrou.

She was filled with resentment, which made her already harsh facial features even more ferocious.

Seeing Qian suddenly appear, Yun Wanrou widened her eyes in shock.

"Aren't you dead...dead?"

"I want you to go to hell with me!"

Qian suddenly stretched out her hand and strangled Yun Wanrou's neck.

Her expression was very ferocious, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Yun Wanrou frowned and suddenly felt that her breathing was a little difficult.

She struggled, trying to move Qian's hand away.

However, her hand could not touch Qian's wrist at all and passed directly through her wrist.

[Damn old witch, she still won’t stop even after she’s dead. ]

[It was Jiang Yan who killed you, not my mother! ]

Yun Wanrou heard the inner voice and turned to look in the direction of the small wooden bed.

She saw that Yangyang had woken up, slowly stood up from the bed, and came in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"Yangyang, it's dangerous, hurry...go!"

Yun Wanrou frowned, and her eyes were filled with worry as she looked at Yangyang.

Qian is dead.

Now appearing before her was Qian's ghost.

Yangyang is still so young. What if she is hurt by Qian?

[Don't worry, mother. I have experience dealing with this kind of ghosts.]

[I won't waste my Heavenly Thunder Talisman on an old ghost like her. ]

Yangyang raised his fist and punched Qian on the knee.

Qian cried out "Ouch", loosened her hands that were strangling Yun Wanrou, and knelt in front of her.

[Is it too late to kneel down and admit your mistakes to my mother now? ]

As soon as Yangyang's voice fell, Yangyang's fist hit Qian's head again.

Qian was forced to kowtow to Yun Wanrou.

Yun Wanrou widened her eyes, stunned.

Is she dreaming?

She actually saw Yangyang beating a ghost with his bare hands!

"I'm a ghost, how could you touch me?"

"Monster, this child is a monster!"

Qian is going crazy.

She lived a humiliating life during her lifetime and thought that she could seek revenge on Yun Wanrou after her death.

Unexpectedly, even after she turned into a ghost, she was pinned to the ground and beaten by a little bastard.

It’s so frustrating!

"Evil ghost, get wet!"

Yangyang was beating him while muttering.

Qian finally couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"I was wrong, please stop hitting me!"

"What's wrong?"

"I...what did I do wrong?"

Qian was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that she still didn't know she was wrong, Yangyang punched her in the eye, causing Qian to cry out in pain.

"If you don't know your fault, beat me!"

"I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."

Qian covered her eyes and sobbed softly.

"I shouldn't have come to seek revenge on your mother. I was wrong. Please let me go. Wuwuwu..."

"besides……"

"What else?" Qian thought for a moment and said, "Yes, yes, I...I shouldn't have tortured your mother when I was alive.

I shouldn't have helped Shu'er and concealed the affair with my mistress. I will definitely change, please don't hit me anymore."

[Don’t beg me, beg my mother! ]

"kowtow"

Yangyang turned and looked at Yun Wanrou.

Qian was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around and kowtowed to Yun Wanrou.

"Wanrou, it was all my fault before. Look, I'm already dead, why don't you just forgive me!

If you have any anger, go to Chu Qiu instead of making things difficult for an old woman like me!"

Qian kowtowed and cried.

If she knew that Yangyang, this little bastard, was so powerful.

She said she would never come here, as it would only lead to her own death.

Yun Wanrou was a little confused when she heard Qian apologizing to her.

She looked at Qian, then turned to look at Yangyang, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Yangyang met her eyes and waved his hand.

"Mother, it's not difficult."

[Mother, don't feel any psychological burden. This old witch deliberately tortured you when she was alive, and she wants to take your life after she dies.]

[It's reasonable for you not to forgive her, so don't feel embarrassed.]

Hearing this, Yun Wanrou felt warm in her heart.

Her daughter is still so young, but she always thinks about her.

It would be fine if Qian was only targeting her, but she could not forget that she and Jiang Huaishu wanted to take Yangyang's life.

What qualifications does she have to forgive her on behalf of Yangyang?