The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

Not long after seeing Qian Manman off, Qian Haochuan and his family of three came to visit.

"The emperor has passed away. Xixi, you don't need to enter the palace for a short time. I want to take your sister-in-law and Hui'er back to Jinling first. When you have set a date to enter the palace tomorrow, I will come to Luodu to marry you." Qian Haochuan said with a sigh.

Yan Muxi thought for a moment, "My cousin should also understand my feelings. Luodu is thousands of miles away from Jinling. My cousin won't have to travel back and forth to send me a dowry."

Qian Haochuan didn't say yes, nor did he say no, "We'll talk about it later!"

Yan Muxi didn't want to dwell on this matter any more, so he changed the subject, "Because of the internal strife in the court, the court has no time to rectify the coastal administration, and the naval offices in various places have been collecting court salaries but not doing any work. In the past six months, Japanese pirates in the East China Sea have become more and more rampant. If Huadao didn't have an island barracks, it would inevitably be robbed by Japanese pirates. I think it's better to put my cousin's business in Haishi aside for now!"

Qian Haochuan has been targeted by Yu Jinzhou. The money he gambled his life for has ended up being used to support others. It would be better for him to retire temporarily and make his mark when the world is at peace.

Qian Haochuan hissed, "We actually think the same thing. Your sister-in-law and I have the same idea. Anyway, the Qian family has a solid foundation. The younger generation of the Qian family can live a comfortable life without working. There is no need to work hard to make money for others."

"I hope my cousin and sister-in-law can think more positively. After all, it was me who implicated you." Yan Muxi looked guilty.

"I already feel guilty enough for causing you to fall into the quagmire. Xixi, please don't prick my heart anymore. Your cousin was unable to protect you. You must be careful and cautious in the future and take every step carefully." Qian Haochuan blinked quickly several times, trying to force back the tears in his eyes, but the more he thought about it, the more sad and guilty he felt.

Not wanting to make Yan Muxi feel miserable, he stood up and said goodbye, "It's a national mourning period right now, so it's not convenient to visit relatives and friends. Your sister-in-law and I won't stay any longer."

Yan Muxi hurriedly stood up and wanted to save the situation, but after thinking about it, she gave up. "Okay, the journey back to Jinling is long, you must be careful."

Dong Yu sent Qian Haochuan and his family out of the city. After returning to the mansion, she handed a small note sealed with a wax ball to Yan Muxi.

This time when returning to Luodu, Yan Muxi only brought Dongyu and Yushui with him. Lichun and Jingzhe hid in the dark and gathered information by the way.

The note described what happened in the palace last night. Before Emperor Yuanjing passed away, Yu Jinzhou went to the inner hall of the Qianqing Palace. After that, the news of Emperor Yuanjing's death spread. All the palace maids serving in the Qianqing Palace were strangled to death this morning.

There was no brazier in the house in summer. After reading the note, Yan Muxi tore it into pieces and soaked them in a basin of water. The ink spread little by little, and her thoughts became like the turbid water in the basin, blurring into an incomprehensible mess.

She couldn't figure out whether Emperor Yuanjing's death was an accident or man-made. If it was man-made, why did Yu Jinzhou choose to kill his father at this critical moment?

Last night, Yan Yongchen reminded her not to worry, as he might have known that Emperor Yuanjing would die. Could it be that this was Yan Yongchen's doing? But Yan Yongchen was in the palace, so how did he do it?

On the third day after Emperor Yuanjing's death, the new emperor ascended the throne and changed the reign title to Xihe.

On the day when Emperor Yuanjing was buried in the imperial mausoleum, the former crown prince Yu Jintang committed suicide in the Dongling Palace, and the former crown prince's concubine Yan Muqing also hanged herself that night.

After receiving the news, Yan Muxi had not yet figured out whether Yan Muqing and the other two were really dead, when there was movement in Fujuyuan again. The old lady who had been in a coma for several months and had been relying on precious medicinal herbs to stay alive woke up.

Yan Yongchen had not returned from the funeral. Qian Manman received a letter and immediately sent someone to notify Yan Yongchen and the concubines and children in the mansion. She then took Yan Muxi to Fujuyuan.

Ever since the old lady fell seriously ill and fell into a coma, all the chickens and ducks in the yard had been cleared out. Even without the smell of chicken and duck manure, the whole yard still smelled unpleasant, with a faint odor of decay, and the rotten smell in the house was even worse.

Old Mrs. Yan was half leaning on a soft pillow, looking haggard and with a sallow complexion. At first glance, she didn't look like a living person.

When she saw the mother and daughter coming in, the old lady's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened up a little.

It was not a light of joy, but a vicious light that was like a poison.

Facing a ghost-like resentful look, Qian Manman couldn't help but step back as she stepped into the door.

Yan Muxi walked straight to the bedside and performed the perfunctory greeting of a junior to Old Lady Yan. No, the person in front of him should be Mingying, the witch of the Wu Yue clan.

She was really curious. Even if Mingying wanted revenge, she was still a living person with emotions and desires. It would be fine if she didn't like her grandchildren who were related to her by blood, but why did she harbor hatred that was worse than that for strangers?

Mingying fixed her eyes on Yan Muxi's face, and the resentment in her eyes became even stronger as she looked at the charming face in front of her.

Yan Muxi did not avoid or evade her gaze, but stood there quietly and let her look at her.

After a while, Mingying seemed to feel bored, and with trembling dry lips, she uttered a few words with difficulty, "Dirty thing, you are really lucky!"

The words "dirty things" popped into Yan Muxi's mind, and inexplicably, the scene from his previous dream flashed through his mind.

Her body was crawling with snakes, insects, rats and ants, and there was a sinister voice in her ear shouting, "Die, filthy thing, die, die..."

The scene in her mind at this moment was not like in the dream, which ended abruptly when she woke up.

Just when her ears and nose were blocked by insects and ants and she was about to suffocate, the snakes, insects, rats and ants on her body slowly retreated from top to bottom.

When her vision cleared up, she was met with a pair of extremely resentful eyes, and then she heard a crisp slap in her ear...

Yan Muxi realized that what she once thought was a dream might not be a dream, but a memory from the past that she had forgotten.

She tried hard to recall and look, and the blurry face in her mind gradually became clear. The owner of those resentful eyes was Mingying.

The person Mingying slapped was her father, Yan Yongchen. After being beaten, Yan Yongchen walked to the bed, picked her up, and took her away from the room full of snakes, insects, rats and ants...

Facing Mingying's vicious gaze, Yan Muxi's thoughts slowly came back to him, "My grandmother called me a dirty thing, but you are also the source of this dirty bloodline. You dragged innocent people into the muddy water with you, how noble and pure are you!"

If everything in her mind was true, then the old lady in front of her had wanted to kill her many years ago, and she no longer needed to feel guilty about her previous actions.

Being accused in return, Mingying's expression froze for a moment, then she started to giggle, and the broken laughter that came out of her throat sounded like the cry of a ghost.

Seeing her crazy look, Yan Muxi gave up the idea of ​​testing her, pulled Qian Manman out of the inner room, and went to wait in the outer room.

After a while, Aunt Ge and a few others also rushed over. After the greetings, they stood below Qian Manman. No one suggested going to the inner room to see the old lady.

As the sun set, Yan Yongchen hurried back home.

Only mother and son were left in the inner room.

Yan Yongchen stood three steps away from the bed, his expression and tone as indifferent as usual, "Yu Huai'en is dead, and the Wu Yue clan's revenge has been avenged. If mother is very tired, just rest assured and close your eyes!"

"The world of Dafeng still belongs to the Yu family. How can I be willing to close my eyes like this... Yan Yongchen, what are you waiting for? Why did you let Yu Jinzhou ascend to the throne? Why didn't you kill him?" Mingying tightly grasped the quilt under her body, her heart full of unwillingness.

She could sense that she could not hold on any longer and there was no time to wait any longer.

If she couldn't completely get rid of her enemies, how could she face her tribe members who died unjustly? And she...