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"Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't do anything stupid!"

In a daze, Lin Jinglan seemed to hear a familiar voice.

This sounds like the voice of Qiao Yan.

Did they enter hell together?

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a young and delicate face in front of him. This was Qiaoyan.

"Qiaoyan, why have you become smaller?"

Lin Jinglan said something puzzled, and then felt that her tone was also very clear and translucent.

No, after months of suffering from illness, her voice has become hoarse and hard to hear.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you mad?"

Qiaoyan's eyes, which were still crying, suddenly stopped crying and looked at Lin Jinglan blankly.

Lin Jinglan was confused and turned to look around.

The window is bright and clean, with a large bookshelf full of books, a few paintings on the wall, and a guqin on one side. On the small dressing table, there are some jewelry boxes and some headdresses that I haven't had time to put away.

The breeze blows, and the curtains in the house float slightly, elegant and pure.

Isn't this the room she had before she was married?

But she clearly remembered that after she got married, this room was accidentally burned down by Lin Qingxue.

From then on, even if she returned to Dingbei Hou Mansion, she had no place to stay and had to leave even late at night.

Originally, she wanted to seek justice for herself, but her parents said that she was a married girl, so the room was no longer occupied, and being burned was not a big deal.

Thinking of this, Lin Jinglan immediately stood up and walked to the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

In the mirror is a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with lightly swept eyebrows, bright eyes, outstanding facial features, and is beautiful and dignified.

This is me when I was younger.

For a moment, Lin Jinglan didn't know if it was a dream or reality.

"Qiaoyan... what year and month is it now..."

Thinking of something unlikely, Lin Jinglan asked Qiaoyan, who was still anxious, with some difficulty.

"This month, it is the seventeenth year of Dachu Tiancheng. Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me. I know that you are not happy to marry Prince Xu. If we don't marry, how about we think of other ways? You Don't do anything stupid."

After Qiaoyan answered, her tears continued and she hugged Lin Jinglan's arm in fear.

Lin Jinglan pinched her arm hard, it hurt, it hurt.

But Lin Jinglan smiled. She seemed to be reborn, back to the seventeenth year of Tiancheng, before she married Xu Huaian.

In this life, she will no longer let others dictate her destiny, she will live for herself.

If she wants to make everyone who wronged her pay the price, she will never be the submissive Lin Jinglan again.

But before she could get used to the excitement of just being reborn, the door to the room suddenly opened.

A woman with two little girls burst into the room directly.

"The eldest lady is awake. It seems to be nothing serious. If that's the case, then go to the flower hall quickly. The Marquis and his wife still have something to talk to the eldest lady."

The old woman raised her eyes and spoke condescendingly to Lin Jinglan who was sitting there.

Slightly stunned, Lin Jinglan remembered that this was the day when Princess Zhao sent someone to ask the Lin family daughter to marry Xu Huaian as soon as possible. She even carried the betrothal gift directly to the Dingbei Hou Mansion so that they could not have anything. Room for objection.

Lin Qingxue then cried not to marry, but accidentally mentioned the idea of ​​letting herself get married for her.

And her biological parents agreed without hesitation to let her marry Xu Huaian. She was so angry that she fainted.

"Okay, mama, please wait a moment. I'll freshen up and go over."

Ever since her parents brought Lin Qingxue back to the capital, everyone in the mansion knew that she was not to be pampered, so their attitude towards her was no longer so respectful.

"Miss, please hurry up. The Marquis and his wife have been waiting for you for a long time."

After the woman left, Lin Jinglan's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Miss, these people are getting more and more outrageous now. You are the most distinguished eldest daughter of Dingbeihou Mansion."

Qiaoyan also looked very unhappy and spoke to Lin Jinglan angrily.

"Don't worry, Qiaoyan, I guess my father and mother will definitely force me to marry Xu Huaian when they see me."

Moreover, the method is very fierce and heart-breaking. If she refuses to agree, she will be unfaithful, unfilial, and unkind.

"Then what are we going to do, miss? If you marry Prince Xu, your whole life will be ruined."

Qiaoyan's eyes turned red again, her young lady was so good, why was she so miserable.

The Marquis and his wife only saw the second young lady in their eyes, but could not see anything good about the eldest lady.

"Otherwise, let's go find the old Marquis. The old Marquis loves you so much, and he will definitely not agree to let you marry Prince Xu. The old Marquis will definitely be on your side."

"No! My grandfather is far away in the Valley of Divine Doctors. It takes a month to go back and forth. Moreover, he is currently recuperating and cannot bear to travel long distances."

Lin Jinglan shook his head slightly. The only people in Dingbeihou Mansion who were good to him were his grandfather and grandmother. His grandmother passed away three years ago, and his grandfather suddenly fell ill because of this.

Later, I was invited by an old friend to go to the Valley of Miracle Doctors to recuperate.

Not only was she short of time, she also didn't want her grandfather to worry about her.

"Then what should we do?"

At this time, Qiaoyan was just a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, and her face turned pale with fear.

Patting Qiaoyan on the back, Lin Jinglan felt heartbroken when thinking of the scene in her previous life when she was killed by a guard.

"Good girl, don't be afraid, I have a solution for your lady."

As he spoke, Lin Jinglan walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and started writing on the rice paper.

In just a moment, it was written and handed into Qiaoyan's hands.

"Qiaoyan, I will delay it for a while with my parents. You must be quick and deliver the letter to Prince Jin's Mansion and hand it over to Gu Junheng."

Lin Jinglan said solemnly to Qiaoyan.

That person was Prince Jin, who had been engaged to her since childhood, and what she wrote in her letter would definitely make Gu Junheng come to help her.

"Don't worry, miss. Even if you risk your life, Qiaoyan will deliver the letter."

The little girl's face tightened, and she agreed solemnly.

Lin Jinglan packed up and walked out of the room, following the old woman to the flower hall, while Qiaoyan quietly slipped away from the other side and left the Dingbei Houfu.

After waiting in the flower hall, she saw her parents comforting her sister, a pretty girl with red eyes.

"Meet father, mother."

Lin Jinglan bowed slightly, but before she could get up, she was greeted by an angry shout:

"Rebellious girl, I only asked you to help your sister once, but you were so unwilling and even fainted on purpose. Do you have to ask the family law for your father to be obedient and obedient?"