In winter, the mountains are covered with weeds and there are no good scenery. This season, the wind on the mountain is strong, making people feel upset.

Zhong Yihuan stood in front of a grave, pulled out the surrounding weeds, and put the prepared tributes.

Yuehua glanced at the words on the tombstone and knew who this person was.

Zhong Yihuan's biological mother, Duanmu Chun.

There was no sad or nostalgic expression on Zhong Yihuan's face. She was born with a weak relationship, and even if she didn't have much feelings for Zhong Suiyan or Lao Gongzi Su.

Zhong Suiyan said that this is the blood of their Zhong family, and it is born like this.

It's like being cursed, bad bloodline.

Zhong Yihuan explained: "My mother died of dysfunction when she gave birth to me."

Yuehua wanted to persuade her to mourn her, but before she finished speaking, Zhong Yihuan said: "My grandfather is a miraculous doctor and has magic medicine. The probability of dying from labor is really low."

Yuehua didn't answer the words, so they were not easy to answer, and they couldn't answer them.

Zhong Yihuan looked at the tombstone and looked at it for a while and said, "Don't get me wrong. I have no feelings for this woman in the grave, but she is my mother. When I was a child, I actually envied my mother's children, especially Wei Ping'an. The old princess was very kind to him. I also thought about whether to kill Duke Wei so that the old princess could marry my father."

Yuehua "..." He had long seen that Zhong Yihuan was different from ordinary women, but he didn't expect it to be so different.

Zhong Yihuan said: "I had doubted it before, but I didn't think about it carefully, but now I suddenly feel that my mother's death may not be that simple. After all, once she died, all the people who followed her disappeared. Isn't that strange?"

Yuehua frowned: "Miss, do you suspect that the wife was killed?"

Zhong Yihuan: "What do you think?"

"This..." Before Yuehua could speak, Zhong Yihuan suddenly turned around and looked at him: "Yuehua, I only asked you once, is your face scratched?"

Yuehua was stunned, her pupils shrank, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "How did Miss discover it?"

Zhong Yihuan: "I followed my grandfather to dissect the body when I was six years old. I can tell at a glance that each kind of knife wound, how strong, what tools were used, and how they scratched it."

Yuehua looked up at her: "Okay, I admit, I scratched it myself."

He added: "I just...I never thought about being a vital lady."

"But you've been using me, haven't you?

It was not a coincidence since we first met. I was in a bad mood today. You better give me a reason to convince me, otherwise I will pull down your teeth one by one... You know?"

Yuehua nodded. He understood that he was shocked when he entered Zhong Yihuan's treasure room.

"I want to take revenge, but I have never found a way. I have a low status and it is impossible to take revenge by myself."

Zhong Yihuan: "Switch on."

Yuehua: "That day, I knew Chen Bin followed Mr. Xiao to Yunshangju, so I suggested that I go there too. I knew I would meet them. As long as I instigate a little, they would naturally cause trouble for me."

Zhong Yihuan thought for a while: "Is Chen Bin the one who exposes her palm?"

Yuehua nodded: "It's him."

That was a test, to test what step Zhong Yihuan could do for him. As a result, Zhong Yihuan was really the most ruthless person in Xinjing. Her background was tough enough, and Yuehua knew that her chance had come.

He has a low status and is not young anymore. If this continues, he will never get revenge, so he decided to seize this opportunity.

But after that, Zhong Yihuan did not come to him again. Yuehua was nervous and he thought of an idea.

He managed to anger Chen Bin, provoke him, and let him attack him, but the people Chen Bin called were all cowards, and he only interrupted one of his hands and threw him into the backyard. Yuehua knew that Zhong Yihuan was interested in his face.

So he cruelly gave himself a knife.

He won the bet.
Chapter completed!