The heroine takes revenge on me, I am a sickly girl, I conquer the country and enjoy happiness

Jinyang, Tingxuezhai.

Lu Yingxue rubbed her aching brows, trimmed the wick with scissors, and prepared to take a break.

Lu Xing pushed the door open, looking slightly happy.

"Master, Feishuang Pavilion sent a message with news about the second young lady!"

"Really?"

Lu Yingxue stood up suddenly, and fell back into the chair due to blood circulation problems.

"Master, how are you?"

Lu Xing stepped forward and Lu Yingxue waved her hand.

"Can you confirm whether it's true or not? It won't be another empty promise, will it? I've been disappointed too many times."

Lu Xing replied:

"Well, Pavilion Master Lu has found the person, but his identity has not yet been confirmed."

Lu Yingxue frowned, picked up the cold tea and moistened her throat to hide her uneasiness.

"Lu Yan has been in the mansion for more than ten years, and his eyes have never left Xiao Shuang. Even he can't be sure?"

"It is said that it is because the other party has lost his memory."

"Amnesia?" Lu Yingxue frowned even more tightly.

"Pavilion Master Lu and his party have already entered the territory of Qi. Master, don't worry. We will soon know whether it is true or not."

"Well, keep an eye on it and tell me as soon as there is any situation!"

Lu Yingxue raised her head and looked out the window. The moon had become fuller, and its cold light was shining on the ground. It was cold and quiet.

When can our family be reunited?

“When can we be reunited?”

Lu Yan looked at the embroidered handkerchief that was beginning to fade in his palm and murmured softly. The moonlight brought back warm memories.

"what are you saying?"

After recovering from his stress, Lu Lu sat down at the desk, irritably examining a stack of portraits at hand.

Looking back at the embroidered handkerchief stained with old colors, she could not help but sneer:

"You can only look at a handkerchief and think of her. It seems that she doesn't care about you that much."

Lu Yan looked at the girl in front of him and recalled the past.

"When you are a dog, you must be prepared to be a late dog!"

At that time, the second young lady also looked at him with such contempt, wiped her hands and threw away the handkerchief, leaving him alone, going crazy and on the verge of mental collapse.

There is a lot of evidence that she is not the second lady.

For example, she is healthier than the second lady.

For example, she can drink alcohol but the second lady never drinks at all.

For example, the second young lady is not afraid of death, nor is she afraid of him. She will only look at him with interest or as if he were trash.

For example, her likes and dislikes are very obvious, but the second young lady's temper is somewhere between stable and moody.

For example, she is sincere and affectionate, and very loyal, but the second lady is cold and heartless, and treats people like playthings and ants.

These days, his men have been stepping up their investigation into Lu Lu's identity. The result is both unexpected and reasonable: the time and trajectory of her appearance are very close to when the second young lady disappeared.

Is it a coincidence or human error?

Lu Yan believed that there was an ulterior motive.

But she really looks like her, really does, even the tone of her voice is very similar.

Lu Yan tightened his palms, put the handkerchief into his arms, and asked:

"Second Miss, I've said so much, do you remember anything?"

"So what if you can't remember? You're so annoying! Didn't you say I'm your lady? Why do you care about me?"

Lu Lu cleaned up the table and then slapped Lu Yan in the face. Lu Yan frowned and grabbed her slender wrist.

"Let me go! I said let me go!"

Lu Lu struggled hard, Lu Yan's breathing sank, and his expression suddenly became calm again. He pushed the girl back to the cushion and said sternly:

"Second Miss, you have to try hard to remember. I believe you will not let your subordinates, the master and his wife, and the eldest lady down, right?"

At the end of the words, there was an obvious sense of coercion.

Lu Yan straightened the girl's body, asked her to look at the table, and said in a deep voice:

"Come on, let's recall it again.

"Your name is Lu Ningshuang, and you are the second daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo. The Duke of Zhenguo is your father, and the Duke's wife, who is from the Qin family of Yuzhou, is your mother.

You have a twin sister named Lu Yingxue, who is now the housekeeper of Jinyang, in charge of the military and political affairs of Jinyang. She is truly the number one person.

The Lu family has no other relatives. The first two uncles died in the war many years ago. As for the Qin family, you have three uncles.

Your eldest uncle Qin Zhixing, your second uncle Qin Zhenghong, and your youngest uncle Qin Yushu all dote on you because you entered the Qin family as a child, and you are also the second daughter of the richest Qin family..."

As she spoke, Lulu started to cry.

"I hate you, woo woo..."

Lu Yan couldn't help but reach out and touch the corner of the girl's eyes, and whispered:

"Second Miss, don't cry."

The second young lady seemed to be made of water, with tears in her eyes never stopping flowing.

I will cry when I am happy, I will cry when I am excited, I will cry when I am sad, I will cry when I am in pain, and my eyes will be tearful even when I am joyful.

I have known the Second Miss for more than ten years. From only being able to stand in the shadows and observe her life, to returning to her side openly, to having physical contact with her, to several life and death separations...

He didn't gain much, but he was always losing.

Lost and found again, gained and lost again.

Tossing and turning.

Already became a demon.

……

The daylight shone in through the window, and everything in the room was foggy.

Lu Ningshuang rubbed her aching head and sat up from the bed, burying her head between her knees for a long time before she recovered.

"Husband--" she shouted.

The one who sneaked in was Liu Xunfeng, who pursed his lips tightly, wanting to laugh but not daring to. The handsome man looked shifty.

"Ah, Ningning, are you calling me?"

Liu Xunfeng walked over pretending to be stupid and greeted him with the call of "husband". He must have been very happy.

Lu Ningshuang didn't joke with him, she looked up and asked:

"The doctor broke into my bedroom at night and during the day, and he just didn't do anything. Can my leg problem be cured? How to cure it? Have you figured it out?"

Liu Xunfeng's expression froze. He considerately extended half of his shoulder and half-supported and half-carried her to the dressing table.

"Okay, that is..." He hesitated.

"Say!"

"There's something wrong with the painkillers."

The main reason is that she is not sensitive to internal medications, so it may be difficult to solve the problem.

Lu Ningshuang looked at Liu Xunfeng through the bronze mirror and spoke calmly:

"It doesn't matter. I don't want to wait any longer. Tomorrow at the latest, or you'll leave. Doctor Liu should remember why he came here. I hate it most when someone lies to me."

Liu Xunfeng was stunned. The indifference in Ruifeng's eyes made his heart uneasy. When he wanted to take a closer look, she had already lowered her eyes.

"It will be very painful to reshape the broken bones. Ningning, will you consider it again?"

"Doctor, what you think is not what I think. It's better not to be too smart."

Liu Xunfeng looked at the person in the mirror. Her eyes were raised, charming and passionate. Her pale and transparent face added a sense of fragmentation. Her thin fiery red dress hung loosely on her shoulders, slightly revealing her snow-capped peaks.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror, her expression calm and indifferent.

The coldness of a fairy and the weirdness of a demon are perfectly combined in her, making her dangerous and charming.

She has changed a lot. Under her stable emotions, she is more morbid and crazy.

"Ning Ning..."

Liu Xunfeng suddenly felt a sore throat and called out hoarsely. He could imagine, but he dared not imagine how much suffering she had endured.

He was afraid that if he knew, his heart would be broken and difficult to put back together.