After the divorce failed, I brought Long Ao Tianjuan to renovate the real world

Chapter 931 Su Changluo Ningxi 12 The only winner

Nearly forty years old, the woman is extremely well-maintained. She looks like she is in her early thirties, with a beady head and a gorgeous body.

She is the mistress of the Ning family and the daughter of the imperial minister's house in the capital.

When she came to Yu Niang's grave, she backed away and began to curse.

From her words, the Wutong tree spirit knew that she regretted it.

She regretted not taking her daughter back that day, but she had searched every inch of Dasheng these days, but could not find any trace of her daughter.

After the woman had scolded her enough, she asked someone to open the coffin and whip the corpse.

One by one, the servants and guards took farm tools and started to dig graves.

But when the shovel was about to land on the grave, it felt like it had hit a steel plate and couldn't be shoveled away.

The sycamore tree spirit sat on the branch and turned his head to look at the servants who were suspicious and turned pale at the end.

Normally, he wouldn't bother to pay attention to these things.

But opening the coffin and whipping the corpse is over.

The attendants could not dig out the grave, and they were all sweating profusely.

But the woman felt that Yu Niang's soul was still in this small courtyard.

So, she cursed again.

The only thing that responded to her was the sound of the wind.

Cursing and cursing, she cried again.

She said she wanted to see her daughter, even just for a brief glimpse, to know what she looked like.

Unfortunately, she will never see it again.

In fact, if Yu Niang sent someone to bring the letter, she would have found Ning Xi immediately.

Unfortunately, she hesitated.

Not only did he hesitate, he also deliberately delayed.

And in this way, the mother and daughter completely missed it.

Never seen again.

The woman stayed in the yard for several days, but failed to dig up the grave, and finally left with no choice but to take the people. The Wutong tree spirit looked at his hands, then at the lonely grave bag in the yard, and finally sighed.

Day after day, year after year.

The seedlings in the ground sprouted new shoots, and then turned into numerous fruits. They cut their heads one after another, and the cycle began again and again.

A few more years passed, and a woman in her twenties also came to this small courtyard.

Women are very beautiful, even compared to Jiutian Fairy.

She wore a plain snow-colored dress, Sichuan brocade jade shoes, and three thousand black hair rolled up into a woman's bun. She looked simple, but there was a phoenix hairpin stuck in her hair.

In this dynasty, only the queen can wear the phoenix hairpin.

The style of the carriage was also much larger than that of the Ning family, and the attendants following him had an extraordinary demeanor.

The woman got off the carriage, raised her hand to signal the attendants to guard the door, and walked into the yard.

It was late autumn at this time, and it happened to be Yu Niang's tenth thought of death.

The yard is covered with fallen sycamore leaves, which rustle when the wind blows.

The woman walked straight towards the lonely grave, knelt down in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.

She called towards Yu Niang’s tombstone,
"Mother."

On the tenth year after Yu Niang died, her biological daughter became the queen.

The relationship between Master Ning and Mrs. Ning completely broke down and they became a pair of resentful couples.

The entanglements and grievances of that generation have not ended until this moment.

But there was only one winner, and that was her.

She knelt in front of Yu Niang's grave for a long time, cleared the weeds in front of her grave, touched her pregnant belly, and murmured softly,

"Mom, don't worry, I'm doing very well."

"I have overturned the case for my grandfather's family, and you are no longer the daughter of the guilty minister."

"It won't be long before your grandson will be born, and your blood will remain on the bodies of every generation of kings in Dasheng for thousands of years."

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