After being a widow for half my life, I found out that my husband was not dead.

Yuan Qingyue was already in a daze at this moment. She didn't know whether she was overly sad or frightened. She lay trembling under the guillotine.

"What if I glued this painting together in one stick of incense?"

"I'll spare her life."

"it is good."

The incense was already burning, Liu Yunxiang did not dare to delay, and hurriedly collected the fragments together.

Jinyan wanted to go up and help, but Jiang Yuan held her back.

"Master is angry, please don't hurt the madam. No matter whether the painting can be glued on or not, the madam will be fine."

Jin Yan stamped her feet anxiously, "Madam is kind-hearted, she is different from you!"

"What's so good about being kind? It's just asking for trouble."

"Go away, don't talk to me."

Jiang Yuan touched his nose and saw that Jin Yan's temper was getting worse, so he really didn't dare to say anything more.

Liu Yunxiang put the pieces together, then lay on the ground and pieced them together bit by bit. What others didn't know was that every time she put a piece together, it was as if a piece of flesh on her body was cut off by a knife.

The pain goes deep into the bones and blood.

Hatred destroys heaven and earth.

This woman ordered the massacre of the minister's house and killed her parents and clan members!

At this moment, she was lying on the ground, carefully pasting her portrait. She is still aloof, controlling the power of life and death, but she is still as humble as an ant, unable to control her own life or death.

Time flies so fast, and with so many pieces, it’s not easy just to find each piece and put it together, not to mention gluing it together properly. Liu Yunxiang's waist hurt when she was lying down, and her knees hurt when she knelt. She did not dare to move or even take a breath. In the cool night, sweat flowed down her face.

The incense was almost gone. Liu Yunxiang took a look and almost knocked over the bowl of paste in a panic.

She wiped her sweat and put the last few pieces together, just about to glue them on.

Yan Mu spoke: "It's time for a stick of incense."

"Give me a little more time, it will be fine soon."

Yan Mu winked at Jiang Yuan, "Go ahead."

Liu Yunxiang gritted his teeth and hurriedly glued the last few pieces together, "I've put it together!"

At this moment, Jiang Yuan had raised his knife and looked at Yan Mu after hearing this.

Liu Yunxiang didn't care. He ran over and pulled Yuan Qingyue out from under the guillotine. Then he said to Yan Mu, "You are a big man and you must keep your word."

Yan Mu stood up, walked to the painting Liu Yunxiang painted, glanced at it, and then waved his hand to Jiang Yuan, "Send her to the Kindness Camp."

As soon as she heard about Shan Nian Ying, Yuan Qingyue fell to the ground.

"You might as well kill me..."

Liu Yunxiang frowned, "You promised to spare her life!"

Yan Mu raised his eyebrows, "I didn't kill her, I just sent her to where she belonged."

"you!"

This man is too cruel and heartless.

Yan Mu stepped forward and hugged Liu Yunxiang, letting her see the painting he had put together, "You put it together in a mess, your nose is pressed to your mouth, and your arms and body are separated. Is this called a good spelling?"

Liu Yunxiang pursed his lips. He was too hasty just now and really didn't fight well.

"No matter how good I try, I can't be the same as before."

"You also know this truth?"

"Then you still let me fight?"

"It's a long night, just boring."

Without further ado, Yan Mu hugged Liu Yunxiang and forcefully led her into the house.

Liu Yunxiang turned around and could only watch helplessly as Yuan Qingyue was dragged away.

Back in the back room, Liu Yunxiang lay on the side of the bed, trying to stay on the side as much as possible, not wanting to touch this cold-blooded person.

Yan Mu lay on the outside and pulled the quilt to cover her.

Liu Yunxiang didn't want to cover him with a quilt, so he opened it and threw it aside.

"After her Yuan family ransacked her home, she and other family members were supposed to be sent to Shannian Camp to report. Before, no one dared to check here because they were in Lanyuan, so they didn't have to worry about it. But after leaving Lanyuan, if you want to live outside, You must first go to the Shan Nian Camp to report, and then redeem her. Only after going through this procedure can you regain your freedom." Yan Mu explained patiently.

After hearing this, Liu Yunxiang turned his head and looked at Yan Mu, "Really?"

"Do I need to lie to you?"

"Then you weren't clear just now?"

"Do I need to explain to you?"

"Isn't this an explanation?"

"I..." Yan Mu held Liu Yunxiang in his arms, "You threw away my quilt, I'm just cold."

He said, pulling the quilt and covering them both.

Liu Yunxiang stayed quietly in Yan Mu's arms. She felt that he was asleep. She raised her head and glanced up, then slowly withdrew from his arms. She walked to the courtyard, picked up the glued painting on the table, took a look at it, and then tore it up.

If God gives her a chance, she will definitely find a way to kill her.

By then, she and Yan Mu were on opposite sides.

Either you die or I die, this is the fate of her and Yan Mu in this life.