The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Mu Luan was still immersed in her own surprising discovery. If it was really as she thought, then wouldn't she have to suffer from illness anymore?

"Prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone," Mu Luan ordered immediately.

After a moment, Mu Luan picked up her pen and dipped her ink at her desk, and memorized the ingredients of the detoxifying soup she drank every day.

There are seven medicinal herbs in total.

She is not a professional doctor and would not joke with her own body without permission. She needs to find a doctor to ask.

But as a girl in the boudoir, she couldn't easily get contraceptive drugs.

If the news leaked accidentally, it would not only damage her reputation, but also bring disgrace to the general's mansion.

Mu Luan supported Xici's little face with one hand, picked up the rice paper with the other hand, and stared at the small words on it, feeling troubled.

After thinking for a moment, Mu Luan said, "Change your clothes. I need to go out."

Soon Mu Luan walked towards A Niang's yard, and made sure to tell A Niang so that she wouldn't worry.

Just as he passed through the garden, he saw three or four servants and maids who were cleaning the garden gathered together and chatting animatedly.

They didn't notice that Mu Luan had come closer, they were very engaged in the conversation.

"Our general is such a kind man. Not only did he not blame the mother and her two children for leaving their bodies in front of the general's mansion, he even gave them money to rest in peace."

"That's right. I didn't expect that she would come to my house crying and shouting a few days ago, looking desperate. The general even kept her in the backyard to do odd jobs."

"You are ignorant of this. I heard that the man who died before was called Qiao Fugui. He was the general's lifesaver. The general is a man of great integrity. How could he be ungrateful?"

"There is such a thing. You might as well tell me in detail what happened."

"Cough cough cough," the maid Yinxin coughed heavily a few times.

The servants and maids were startled and turned around, looking towards the source of the sound.

Seeing that it was the eldest lady and Sister Yinxin, they were shocked and knelt down to beg for mercy, "I'm sorry for talking too much, I hope the eldest lady will forgive me..."

Mu Luan stiffened and pulled his sleeves tightly.

Jiang Yanyun, mother and son finally entered the mansion!

She had no intention of paying attention to the servant and maid who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. She lifted up her skirt that was in the way, quickly climbed the stone steps, and trotted towards A Niang's courtyard.

She thought that after being reborn, the gears of fate had quietly changed and everything might become different.

Now she understood, it was just a time difference, and what was supposed to happen was still happening without her noticing.

Mu Luan was feeling uneasy. Just as she turned the corner of the corridor, she heard her mother's gentle voice coming from the main hall.

"Can't you just give them some money and let them find a living somewhere else? Look at what has been spread in the mansion in just a few days."

My father sighed and said, "What they said makes sense. If Qiao Fugui had not been able to find reinforcements, both my husband and His Majesty would have been in danger."

Ah Niang scolded, "Back then, Qiao Fugui caused so many troubles in the military camp, and you were the one who covered them all. If you want to say that you should have repaid him for saving my life, you should have repaid him long ago."

Dad comforted him, "You should repay a life with a spring. Now that Qiao Fugui is dead, the family has no one to rely on. The General's Mansion doesn't lack three rations, so let them stay in the mansion."

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head, and Mu Luan's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

"Boom..."

The sky was clear just a moment ago, but suddenly it was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled.

The birds perched on the branches in the yard also flapped their wings and hurried away.

On the streets, passers-by were walking in a hurry, and vendors were busy setting up their stalls and closing up their stalls to prepare for shelter from the rain.

Only a very small number of peddlers remained unmoved, feeling that the thunder was loud but the rain was light, and there was no need to take shelter from the rain.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

But soon, heavy rain came pouring down, covering the entire capital city.

Those vendors who were lucky enough to stay were not only soaked, but all the things they could sell on their stalls and in their baskets were instantly soaked by the rain.

Everyone looked panicked and regretful, but they could only hurriedly carry their heavy belongings back home.

In the general's mansion.

Mu Luan was ultimately unable to go out. She returned to her boudoir with a lot on her mind and fell on her back in the soft bedding.

It seems that it is not feasible to ask my father and mother to drive Jiang Yanyun and her son out of the general's mansion.

She had no choice but to think of another way...

Another half a month passed, the snow on the eaves grew thicker and thicker, and the smell of deep winter became stronger and stronger.

Mu Luan was practicing calligraphy at his desk as usual, with a focused and serious look on his face.

Suddenly, there was a heavy knock on the door.

Mu Luan paused with his pen, looked up and stared at the door in a daze, was silent for a moment, and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a guard in a navy blue robe and carrying a sword slowly walked up to Mu Luan and said solemnly, "Miss, Qiao Yuanan is making a move."

Mu Luan tightened her grip on the pen and her peach blossom eyes blinked slowly.

The man's name was Yun He. He was the guard that Mu Sinian left with Mu Luan, responsible for taking care of Mu Luan's travel and safety.

Ever since he heard the conversation between his father and mother that day, Mu Luan had been sending Yun He to keep an eye on Jiang Yanyun and the other two, and finally the truth was revealed.

An hour later, at a remote alley in Gufang Road Mill, an inconspicuous carriage was parked, accompanied by three or four guards in military uniforms and carrying swords.

"Miss, here we come!"

Yunhe tapped lightly on the car wall to remind Mu Luan who was in the car.

Mu Luan was wearing a crescent-white long skirt, a fluffy cloak, and a light veil on her face, revealing only a pair of watery peach blossom eyes that were blinking.

Hearing Yun He's voice, Mu Luan stretched out his knuckles, slowly lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked across the street.

Qiao Yuanan was still dressed as a servant, holding the purse around his waist in his hands, looking excited.

When he reached a corner alley, he looked around furtively and finally turned in.

"Why did Qiao Yuanan come here?"

As soon as Mu Luan said this, he felt it was a bit redundant.

Qiao Yuanan already had something to hide. If he was conspiring with others to frame the General's Mansion, this place was in the middle of nowhere and very quiet, making it the most appropriate place to plot.

Yun He didn't know what Mu Luan was thinking, so he reported the information he had found out: "According to my investigation, Qiao Yuanan is addicted to gambling. He must be going to the gambling house when he came here."

"Gambling house?"

Mu Luan was puzzled and lifted the curtain up with her fingertips to reveal a wider view.

She looked around and found the area very quiet, with very few passers-by.

Apart from a few dilapidated mills, there were no shops or stores, let alone the noisy gambling houses.

Yun He raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Luan. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Miss, this is the intersection of Youming Inn."

Mu Luan paused, raised her eyebrows and looked towards the place where Qiao Yuanan disappeared.

Legend has it that underground in the capital city of Youzhou there is a city with lights on day and night, called Youming Inn.

The so-called inn is a place where both the living and the dead stay.

It is a den of vengeance for the living and a cenotaph for the dead.

The sun cannot shine in there, human life is as cheap as an ant, and it is filled with decadent singing and dancing, fighting and duels, as well as shady black market transactions.