The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"Why is A Niang's Buddhist temple so lively today?"

Mother Xing said, "Oh!" and looked at Fu Ling with a smile: "It's the Third Miss who came to see Madam."

As they were talking, Xue Zhiyi had already stepped into the door.

She was wearing a light yellow jacket and a turquoise skirt. The beads on the velvet flower on her head swayed gracefully, making her round almond-shaped eyes look lively and intelligent.

But as soon as she entered the room and saw the people all over the floor, she was stunned. Everyone in the room was also stunned when they saw her.

"Am I here at a bad time?"

She smiled and said, "Mom, what happened?"

Fu Ling's eyes faded slightly, and her tone was as gentle as ever: "It's not a big deal for a dishonest maid to steal a hairpin. I can just sell it later."

After these words were spoken, Youlan, who had originally given up struggling, now almost regarded Xue Zhiyi as her last straw.

She crawled to Xue Zhiyi's feet on her knees: "Miss Third! I don't have it! I don't have it!"

"Third sister!" Xue Hanshu was afraid that Youlan would say something, so she quickly interrupted him and said, "I didn't expect Youlan to do such a thing behind my back. I almost let down Third sister's kindness."

She spoke earnestly, with sincerity flashing in her misty eyes.

"Is that so?" Xue Zhiyi frowned slightly, seeming hesitant.

Qiuyun handed over the golden hairpin at the right time: "Miss, this is the one. We caught the criminal red-handed, so I think it can't be wrong."

Xue Zhiyi picked up the hairpin and looked at her for a moment: "Shu'er has always been honest and would not lie."

Upon hearing this, Youlan silently let go of the hand that was holding Xue Zhiyi's skirt, and lowered her head sadly, like a clay puppet, without any hope in her eyes.

"But..." Xue Zhiyi suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "But this matter, I think it's a misunderstanding."

Youlan suddenly raised her head and looked at Xue Zhiyi in confusion.

She just smiled gently, and then turned her gaze to Xue Hanshu, which made Xue Hanshu's heart skip a beat.

"Shu'er, did you remember it wrongly? This hairpin originally came in a pair. I only gave Shu'er one, and the other is in my hand."

After that, she raised her hand holding the hairpin and said to Fu Ling, "Mother, this hairpin is not for Shu'er, but for my daughter. My daughter asked Youlan to take it out."

Fu Ling didn't understand for a moment: "Zhiyi means..."

Xue Zhiyi handed the gold hairpin to Fu Ling and sighed with a guilty conscience: "My daughter originally wanted to give one to Shu'er and me, but last night, my daughter accidentally dropped the gold hairpin, and the pink tourmaline on it cracked. So I thought of having someone take it back to the mansion and replace it with a new tourmaline to re-inlay it."

Fu Ling took it and took a look. He found that the tourmaline on it did have faint cracks.

After that, Xue Zhiyi said to Xue Hanshu who was already standing there in a daze: "If Shu'er doesn't believe it, you can ask someone to go back and take a look. Is Shu'er's branch still in Qingluzhai?"

Stroking the hairpin, Fu Ling asked her, "Why don't you let someone from Jiangxuexuan do this kind of thing?"

"Because..." Xue Zhiyi paused: "Cousin Rongxin is coming, Zhiyi is looking forward to it, so he asked the people in Jiangxuexuan to clean up the east wing, just waiting for cousin Rongxin to come."

Xue Zhiyi felt that he was really stupid in his previous life. There were so many cousins ​​in the Fu family, but Fu Ling just had a special liking for Fu Rongxin and liked to bring her to the Xue Mansion to live for some time whenever he had time.

How come she didn't notice?

She was eager to confide in Fu Rongxin and treat her as a sister, but she didn't know that Fu Rongxin was treating her as a fake who had taken over her and hoped she would die.

In this life, she was looking forward to Fu Rongxin's arrival and was busy preparing a generous gift for her.

She really was looking forward to seeing Fu Rongxin...

Recovering her thoughts, she continued, "So my daughter's men couldn't spare the time, and seeing that Youlan was free, they sent her on the journey."

Fu Ling obviously didn't believe it completely. She asked, "Even so, why does Youlan have to hide it?"

At this point, Xue Zhiyi lowered his head and muttered like a child who had made a mistake: "My daughter didn't let her say it. Mother always told her to be more cautious. My daughter was worried that if mother knew, she would think she was rash, so she casually told Youlan to cover it up for me. Who knew that Youlan was also a simple-minded person, and she refused to say anything even if she was about to be sold out."

Xue Zhiyi, however, held her hand and started to act coquettishly: "Mom, it's all my fault. Please don't blame Youlan, okay? I won't be so reckless in the future."

Fu Ling almost instinctively wanted to shake off Xue Zhiyi's hand, but fortunately she stopped in time. She glanced at Xue Zhiyi, who was puffing up his face and laughing, and Youlan, who was kneeling on the ground and had not had time to wipe her tears.

Finally, he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, forget it, now that everything has been explained clearly, why sell her out? It's pitiful."

Outside, Fu Ling is always so compassionate and understanding, just like a living Buddha.

But Xue Zhiyi knew that Fu Ling's blood was cold, the kind that was bone-chilling, but she always liked to show hypocrisy to others and deceive herself with hypocrisy. After a long time, she was afraid that even she herself believed that she was really like that.

Xue Zhiyi smiled, she looked at Xue Hanshu: "So Shu'er, don't blame Youlan, it's all Third Sister's fault that you misunderstood."

Xue Hanshu felt extremely guilty at the moment. How could she not know whether the gold hairpin was hers or Xue Zhiyi's?

It was obvious that Xue Zhiyi knew all about this, and everything he said was a lie just to help Youlan out of the predicament.

She also tried to make amends: "Third sister, Shu'er really didn't sell the gold hairpin that third sister gave her."

Xue Zhiyi's smile deepened: "Third sister knows."

Xue Hanshu was stunned, his mouth corners seemed to be glued shut, he moved slightly but couldn't utter a word.

Tears were streaming down Youlan's face. She knelt on the ground, looking up at Xue Zhiyi with a devout and earnest expression, as if she were looking at a goddess.

Qiuyun took the opportunity to help up Youlan, who was covered in wounds.

"Alright." Fu Ling was already exhausted from all the torment. "Now that the truth is out, Si Niang can take the man back."

After saying yes, Xue Hanshu stood up.

Looking at Youlan again, Xue Hanshu's expression changed slightly, and she forced a stiff smile: "It was just a misunderstanding. I'm sorry you've been wronged. Youlan, let's go."

Youlan just lowered her head and hunched her chest. Her expression could not be seen clearly, and no one knew what she was thinking. She just stood up and left, and then helped the limping Xue Hanshu out of the Buddhist hall.

The two servants also retreated angrily, leaving only Mother Xing and Fu Ling and Xue Zhiyi, mother and daughter, in the room.

But it was obvious that Fu Ling didn't really want to see her, so he asked, "Zhiyi, what are you doing here?"

Xue Zhiyi sat down next to Fu Ling as usual: "I came here to ask mother, mother said a few days ago that she would take a few cousins ​​from the Fu family to play for a few days, I wonder when they will come? My daughter can't wait to see cousin Rongxin."

Hearing this, Fu Ling's face darkened: "Your cousins ​​can't come for the time being."