Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

"Mother wants everyone to know how important you are to the Marquis of Wushen Mansion."

Shen Zhaojun was not satisfied with her daughter's overly calm and dull performance, which made everything she had carefully prepared seem too dull.

"Let everyone know that the daughter of the first wife of the Marquis of Wushen Mansion is back. She will definitely be able to be sold for a high price in the future." Before reaching the foundation-building stage, Youhuang did not intend to fall out with Shen Zhaojun, so he could only say these words in his heart.

Looking at his silent daughter, Shen Zhaojun also chose to remain silent, while observing her quietly.

When she left, her daughter was only six months old. She missed her daughter every day while guarding the border. Only the letters from home every month could ease her pain.

The time for sending portraits was very regular at the beginning, I received one every three months, but gradually it changed from three months to six months. The style of the paintings also changed a lot, from the original frontal to various playful distant views.

When asked, he said that his daughter was able to walk, but she refused to be quiet for a moment, so the artist could not paint normally.

It was understandable that she couldn't draw the front face normally, but she was very confused by the fact that even the drawing method and style had changed. So she secretly asked someone to find out and found out that her daughter had been abducted for a long time.

At that time, there were constant wars on the border. She was extremely anxious but could not come back to look for her daughter in person, and she could not even let her husband know. She could only ask her relatives in the capital to search secretly. Unexpectedly, the search lasted for ten years, and her daughter seemed to have evaporated without any news.

"Why don't you ask me how to find you?" Shen Zhaojun broke the silence.

"Is the process important?" You Huang answered irrelevantly.

"It really doesn't matter."

Shen Zhaojun followed his daughter's words and answered, with a barely perceptible chill in his eyes.

The child had clearly been in Tiandu all along, but people had been sent to secretly investigate over the years and still couldn't find him. She understood the reason the moment she saw Bai Manman.

Someone didn't want her to find her daughter. She wanted to see how that person would explain it when she returned. She reached out to touch her daughter's head, but she just happened to touch the place where the brick hit her.

hiss……

You Huang took a breath in pain, turned around to look at Shen Zhaojun with a distant gaze, and instinctively shrank back into the corner.

Shen Zhaojun was also helpless. When she left, her daughter was still young and didn't remember anything. It was normal for her not to remember her and not to be close to her. Relationships need time to be cultivated slowly. There would be plenty of time to slowly understand her daughter's preferences in the future.

"Madam, the old lady will lead everyone to the door to pick up the girl personally."

A joyful voice came from outside, as if it was such a great thing that the old lady could come out to greet them in person.

Youhuang knew that the person who was talking about it was the nanny who had just helped him take a bath and would also be the nanny who would teach him in the future. She had never treated him so well in his previous life.

"Huang'er, your grandmother is here to pick you up. Let's get off the car." Shen Zhaojun called her daughter softly and said with a smile, "Ever since you were kidnapped, your grandmother has blamed herself very much. She always said that she didn't take good care of you and that's why you were kidnapped."

"Who said I was abducted?"

Youhuang asked coldly, "How vicious! Kidnapping and getting lost have completely different meanings."

She didn't know in her previous life that being abducted in the Fuguang Dynasty meant that her name was no longer clear. No wonder Shen Zhaojun abandoned her after she returned home.

Unexpectedly, her daughter's focus was so unexpected that Shen Zhaojun smiled and said, "Your fourth aunt said that she went to the slums to look for you in person."

You Huang snorted coldly: "Fourth Aunt... a lowly woman is unworthy of you."

"Huang'er."

Shen Zhaojun scolded lightly.

The curtain was lifted from the outside, and Shen Zhaojun had no choice but to get up and walk outside.

Holding the female guard's hand, he stepped out of the carriage, turned around and stretched out his hand to You Huang who was sitting in the carriage, saying: "Huang'er, we are home, get off."

Glancing at the gate of the marquis' mansion from the carriage, I saw a crowd of people standing on the stone steps. A beautiful and gentle face suddenly caught my eye. It was Bai Yueshuang, who was weak and unable to take care of herself and ranked second on the Tiandu Beauty List.

Bai Yueshuang, daughter of Nanlingbo and best friend of Shen Zhaojun.

Nanlingbo leaked military secrets and his entire family was convicted. It was Shen Zhaojun who used his connections to turn her from a military prostitute into a concubine of the Fourth Master of Wushenhou Mansion.

Bai Yueshuang was a very good person and she quickly won the favor of everyone in the mansion. For Shen Zhaojun's sake, the servants in the mansion all respectfully called her "Auntie".

Youhuang is from the Tianji Pavilion, so naturally he knows a lot of unknown things. Bai Yueshuang is not as simple as she seems. The Nanling Earl's Mansion was confiscated and exiled on charges of treason and collaborating with the enemy, and she is the culprit.

At this time, Bai Yueshuang stood quietly beside the old lady, glancing over here with her beautiful eyes from time to time.

I lowered my head and spoke in the old lady's ear. I didn't know what I said, but the smile on the old lady's face disappeared like magic.

The old lady looked in the direction of the carriage worriedly, with a trace of regret and annoyance on her face, and she guessed that Bai Yueshuang must have said something nice to her again.

After seeing this, You Huang smiled mysteriously, stood up and walked out of the carriage, stood on the carriage and glanced coldly. Almost all the women in the mansion were present.

It snowed heavily last night and the weather was freezing cold.

Everyone was unwilling to stand in the cold wind, but in order to please the old lady, they still endured the cold and stood in the wind. In fact, more people wanted to see the joke of the third room.

Growing up in a filthy place like the slums, even if she was born pretty, it would be useless. With this daughter as a role model, let's see how Shen Zhaojun will preach in the future.

Suddenly, everyone was stunned when they saw a girl walking out of the carriage.

Although I couldn't see her face clearly because I was far away, her cold and frail figure moved as if swaying in the wind and as weak as a willow, and her every move truly exuded the charm of Gushan.

The moment they stepped out of the carriage, they seemed to feel the spring breeze on their faces. Deep in the quiet bamboo forest, there was a beautiful woman playing the piano. The sound of the piano was ringing in their ears, and the lingering sound was clear and lingering.

Youhuang had gauze wrapped around her head and couldn't wear her hair in a bun, so she just used a hairband to loosely tie her long hair behind her back. A few strands of hair hung on her shoulders, and she exuded a kind of gorgeous laziness.

His distant gaze swept over the crowd indifferently from above. He already understood why these people were standing here. He pretended to be hesitant and put his hand on Shen Zhaojun's palm. He helped her get off the carriage with an expressionless face, and let her walk forward holding his hand.

Looking at the girl approaching slowly with light steps, everyone couldn't help but wonder: Has this child really lived in the slums for ten years?

His overly thin body and yellow hair proved that the child had indeed had a hard life, but his face, which resembled his mother, was truly beautiful and eye-catching.

The sickly beauty had no expression on her face, and her eyes were pure from all worldly thoughts. She looked like rare and precious white porcelain, thin and fragile. Everyone was afraid to breathe for a moment, fearing that it would be a lifelong regret if it were accidentally broken.

If you insist on saying that there is any shortcoming in this child, it is that his expression is too cold and his eyes are too distant.

The frost in his eyes was so cold that it seemed to freeze time, making people dare only watch from afar and not approach.

This is exactly the same as her mother...

"Mother, I am glad that my daughter-in-law has fulfilled her mission."

Shen Zhaojun stepped forward and bowed to the old lady, respectful but neither humble nor arrogant.

She turned around and waved to her daughter, "Huang'er, come here quickly and meet your grandmother."

Youhuang took two steps forward and glanced at the silver-haired old lady indifferently. While he was still considering whether to salute, the old lady hugged him in her arms.