After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Xue Tingrong struggled to sit up from the couch and leaned against the pillow. Her face showed no anger or shame at being exposed, nor did she have that playful smile. She just frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something very long ago.

The three words "Xue Tingrong" had not appeared in her ears for a long time, and she almost forgot that there was such a person as Xue Tingrong.

Si Tui walked towards her step by step. It seemed like he was going to walk a lifetime in just a few steps. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you Tingrong?"

Xue Tingrong's face changed and she asked sharply, "Why, are you disappointed?"

Si Tui shook his head in astonishment. He was not disappointed, but it was too sudden. He did not understand the information clearly. The girl who pretended to be the daughter of the Cheng family never revealed her true identity. He thought that her relatives in the Xue family or those who had received Ting Yun's favor had never associated her with the weak little boy.

Did she dress up as a boy since she was young? This was impossible. It was easy to dress up as Cheng Wanxin, as they were of similar age, both girls, but it was absolutely impossible for her to dress up as a boy.

The son of an official family has four or five personal maids, plus the maids who do the rough cleaning and the servants at the second gate, a total of more than ten people serve him. If one of these people knows the inside story, the matter will be exposed. Xue Tingrong started to learn at the age of five and studied in the clan school. If she went to the toilet, she would be exposed. How could a girl pretend to be a boy for so many years?

Cheng Songan saw his confusion, glanced at Xue Tingrong, and asked, "Are you going to tell him, or should I tell him?"

Xue Tingrong's pale face turned red for some unknown reason. Her eyes were unfocused and she replied weakly, "You've recognized me, why are you still pretending?"

Cheng Songan didn't bother with her, and slowly said to Si Tui: "In the Xue family, the men of this generation are called Ting, and they are in charge of the imperial court, and the women are called Ting, and they are in charge of the hall. The deceased Xue Tingrong was the Ting of the imperial court, the Rong of glory, and she was the Ting of the courtyard, the Rong of powder."

Hearing this, Xue Tingrong had a faint smile on her lips, but that smile was a little bitter. Her eyes were still wandering, as if she was once again lost in long-lost memories.

"But the Xue family didn't... didn't..." Si Tui thought for a moment, and seeing Xue Tingrong's expression, he didn't continue.

Cheng Songan didn't care about Xue Tingrong's emotions. She continued, "There's no such person as her, right?"

Si Tui nodded slightly.

Cheng Songan glanced at Xue Tingyun, and seemed to be at a loss for words. After thinking for a while, he said, "She and Xue Tingrong are twins. She is Xue Tingyun's biological sister."

Si Tui's pupils suddenly dilated, and he stood up tremblingly, and asked in disbelief, "Really?"

Cheng Songan nodded: "She was not raised in the Xue family. I'm afraid even Xue Tingyun doesn't know that she has a sister."

She and Xue Tingrong were born of the same mother and had the same name, but it had different meanings and their fates were completely different. If Cheng Songan had not met her that year, she probably would not have known that the Xue family had such a little concubine's daughter.

Cheng Songan didn't understand either. The Xue family was a prominent family with officials from Beijing, so there was no point in raising another concubine. But why did they let her wander around outside?

Situi raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to touch her hair, but stopped abruptly, and Yang froze in mid-air.

Xue Tingrong glared at him with disgust and said coldly, "Get out of the way, don't touch me. Do you feel sorry for me? What qualifications do you have to feel sorry for me? Aren't you also afraid of the light and want to be Cui Yuanqing's shadow?"

Si Tui's hand trembled and he quickly stepped back, but there was no big fluctuation on his face.

Xue Tingrong did not let him go. As if she had found an outlet to vent her anger, she said bitterly, "Why does Xue Tingyun like you? Why you? Are you worthy of it?"

Cheng Songan sensed a hint of regret in her words. She really hoped that it was Cui Yuanqing who was in love with Xue Tingyun. In that way, Cui Yuanqing would develop feelings for her because of Xue Tingyun and protect her just like Situi protected her.

Si Tui's shoulders slumped slightly, he looked up and murmured, "Yes, I am not worthy of it."

"Do you think I will be grateful to you for caring about me?" Xue Tingrong spat out sharp words one after another, "You just want to get her whereabouts from me. You all use me. I hate every one of you!"

"I'm telling you, Xue Tingyun is dead. You don't have to hold out hope anymore. Hehe..."

"Now you don't have to pretend to care about me anymore. I'm useless to you. If you want her to kill me, just ask!"

When she finished her last sentence, she pointed her long nails at Cheng Songan, staring with bloodshot eyes, and said angrily: "Your useless sister is dead too, you killed me!"

Cheng Songan frowned as he watched her go crazy, and said coldly: "It's not time to kill you yet."

Xue Tingrong turned her gaze to Situi again. The latter seemed to be possessed by another spirit because of what she had just said. All the sounds around him ceased to exist for him. Only silence remained.

"It was her! It was Cheng Songan who killed my sister. She revealed my sister's whereabouts and let those people catch her," Xue Tingrong suddenly cried again, "Before my sister died, she told me that the person she hated the most was Cheng Songan. She wanted to see the entire Cheng family fall into ruin and everyone die a miserable death!"

Finally, she got off the bed tremblingly, grabbed Si Tui's arm, and finally called his name: "Brother-in-law, you killed her, you killed her for your sister!"

Her voice seemed to be bewitching, causing Si Tui, who was daydreaming, to turn to Cheng Song An and mutter, "Did she really say that?"

Xue Tingrong pulled out a yellowed piece of paper from her sleeve, handed it to him, and said sternly: "This is my sister's handwriting. The only things I have left of her are the painting and this poem. The painting has been given to Yuan Qing, and I'm giving you this poem today. From now on, I have nothing else of my sister's."

Si Tui opened it with trembling hands. There were only eight simple words on it: Although the oath is still there, it is difficult to entrust a letter to you.

When she was hiding in Biyun Lane, she didn't think about him saving her, but felt that she couldn't even send him a letter.

Although the oath is still there, it is difficult to entrust a letter to someone!

Xue Tingrong's sharp voice was right beside her ear: "It was the Cheng family that harmed the Xue family. It was Cheng Songan who revealed my sister's hiding place. My sister regarded you as her husband. Brother-in-law, won't you avenge her and fulfill her last wish?"

Cheng Songan's heart skipped a beat. If she continued to say this, Situi, who was in the process of collapse, would become a knife to her, and the tip of the knife would definitely be directed towards her.

She silently took a step towards the window. If Situi had murderous intentions, she could immediately break out of the window and rush towards Chunhui Garden desperately.

Sure enough, there was something wrong in the look in Situi's eyes when he looked at her. He also saw her way out, so he slapped the window with his palm, and the window suddenly closed.