After the zombies traveled through time, they were tricked by the villain into becoming a stepmother

"Mother, let's listen to Duke Wu and don't fight with him for now. Let's wait until Lord Shen comes over."

Lin Youan's mouth was filled with bitterness. He was not one of those ignorant children who were foolish and didn't understand anything. Of course, he understood what Duke Wu meant, and he also hated himself for being so weak and incapable of protecting his mother.

Fortunately, Chu Chi never doubted any decision made by the smart An An. She nodded obediently and sat down, waiting for someone to come and catch her.

Seeing his nephew coaxing his sister, Chu Zongyuan dared to quietly breathe a sigh of relief. As long as this aunt stopped doing anything rash, nothing serious should happen to them next.

After all, it was the Dingwang Mansion that was in the wrong, and it was also the Dingwang Mansion that started it first. They were right, so what were they afraid of? If you want to compare the backstage, ha ha ha, then who doesn't have two people on top?

With someone like his cousin, he should be able to easily defeat the fallen royal family like Prince Ding's Mansion.

After thinking about it carefully, he slowly calmed down.

Well, not a big problem.

There's no need to panic.

What we should deal with most right now is the troubles in Prince Ding's Mansion. Chu Zongyuan sighed and turned to look at Pei Dingyang and reminded him.

"Prince Ding seems to be in poor health, and Concubine Zheng also looks unwell. I wonder if Princess Ding can come out to take charge of the situation?"

This sentence hits the point.

At this time, what is Ye still doing in the inner courtyard of the house? Come out and do something! You may have to go to the palace to judge the case later, so you should hurry up and make a confession.

Pei Dingyang is also a smart child and he understands things immediately.

"Everyone please sit in the hall and wait. I'll be right back!"

After saying that, he raised his leg and ran towards the west courtyard.

I didn't dare to stop all the way, and rushed to the familiar courtyard panting. The gate was still closed, and the bare branches that were already higher than the flower wall made it look particularly bleak.

He blinked his eyes and took a deep breath, then walked up and knocked on the door.

"Here it comes, stop knocking so hard, I can hear you."

The person who answered the door had a crisp voice. The door was opened from the inside, and a pretty woman in her thirties suddenly froze in place.

"Aunt Qing."

Pei Dingyang called out.

Qingzhu trembled all over when she was called. She stretched out her hand tremblingly, but before she touched the young master's sleeve, tears began to roll down her face uncontrollably.

"My dear, why are you out in broad daylight? Come on, hurry up and hide in the house!"

He hurriedly dragged the child into the yard, but was afraid that the light in broad daylight would hurt the ghost, so he hurriedly protected him over his head and pushed him into the house.

"Go to a cool place quickly. You just became a soul not long ago. How can you be exposed to the sun like this? Forget those ghost stories Aunt Qing told you before. If you are not careful, you will be reduced to ashes..."

This familiar sense of incoherence made Pei Dingyang unable to help but curl up the corners of his mouth even when he was feeling so uncomfortable.

"Aunt Qing, I'm not dead, I'm alive."

"........."

Qingzhu's hand that was wiping her tears suddenly stopped!

His eyes widened in disbelief, his lips trembled violently, but he couldn't utter a word.

Pei Dingyang always had extra patience for the woman who had brought him up. So he reached out and touched her hand, and the warm touch finally brought Qingzhu back to her senses.

She burst into tears, tears streaming down her face.

"… Not dead, really not dead! Wuwuwu…

Master, Master, please get up and take a look! Our Yao brother is not dead. Wuwuwu...

He is still alive and well!"

He dragged the child's arm and ran into the inner room. The weak woman lying on the bed finally opened her eyes in a daze after being awakened by the noise.

Ye Chuxue is as beautiful as her name, as beautiful as a handful of fresh snow, with a clean and clear temperament, not like a girl from a farm family at all. It's not just her appearance, but the feeling of pity on her body, which can easily arouse a man's surging desire for possession.

But it makes sense. If she hadn't been gifted with such beauty, even if there were various reasons, she wouldn't have been able to seduce the royal prince, who had seen countless men, to marry her.

It’s a pity that fireworks are easily dispersed and glass is fragile. No matter how passionate the vows of love were, they can’t overcome the shackles of the world and the man’s natural bad nature of getting bored with the old and loving the new.

Such a rare beauty in the world could only gradually wither in this dark inner courtyard of the house. Relying on the man's illusory so-called love, she barely protected her young son and survived.

She had no powerful maternal family to support her, only a husband who had broken his old vows, and the empty title of Princess Ding.

But even so, she still tried hard to endure.

She had been waiting, waiting for her son to grow up, waiting for the day when she could finally break free from the four-cornered cage that had trapped her for more than a decade.

But in the end, she only waited for her son, who disappeared quietly from her life.

Ye Chuxue thought, maybe it's time for her to leave? She actually saw her son coming to pick her up.

"Yao'er."

She smiled gently and held out her hand to her son.

"mother."

Pei Dingyang walked to his mother's bedside, leaned down gently, and held the white and almost sickly fingers. He knew what his mother was thinking, so he responded softly.

"My child is not dead. Someone saved me. If you don't believe me, feel me. I am alive."

He guided his mother's fingers and let her gently feel his pulse, and then tried his breathing under his nose.

“…still…alive?!”

Suddenly, two clusters of scorching light burst out from Ye Chuxue's eyes, which were originally dead, and were breathtakingly beautiful.

"Yes, yes, our Yao brother is still alive! Woohoo, it must be my second uncle and second aunt who are blessing us from the underworld, so that their grandson can come back safely..."

Qingzhu was crying on the side, happy for the mother and daughter. She was not only Princess Ding's close confidant, but they were also real cousins.

In her early years, her husband died and she had no children, so her husband's family would not tolerate her and her natal family would not accept her. It was this cousin who later became a princess who reached out and pulled her out of the fire pit.

She has always been by the princess' side through all these years of fighting and treating Pei Dingyang like her own son. How can she not be excited to see them reunited?

Ye Chuxue finally struggled to sit up, her whole body shaking violently, and she cried bitterly while hugging her son who had been lost and found again.

“…My…my child…!”

The beauty was delicate, but also full of a loving mother's heart. Every word she cried out was her tearful expectation during the days and nights when she lost her son.