Waste material against the sky: the supreme concubine

(Because I want Lan Yao to leave the Lan family without any scruples, I arranged for Lan Yao's mother to die. If you don't like to watch this short episode, you can skip it!)

Seeing the pale face of Lan Yao who came back, Yuan Hao felt a pain in his heart, held Lan Yao's hand, and said, "Don't let yourself get hurt again, you know? Also, don't be too pushy!"

Lan Yao smiled and nodded, "I know, I will take good care of myself!"

"You, you are so brave!" Yuan Hao shook his head helplessly, persuading, "Okay, you have been in a coma for almost five days, you first..."

"What?" Lan Yao was stunned and exclaimed, "I've been in a coma for five days?"

"Yes!" Yuan Hao nodded slightly, and said, "You were seriously injured and had a high fever. I took care of you in your clothes during the five days you were in a coma!"

Lan Yao didn't notice that Yuan Hao was looking at her flatteringly, as if her husband was staring at his wife's comfort and praise.

"Mother..." Lan Yao cried out worriedly, Nangong Yan was running out of time, and he had been away from her for another five days, so he didn't know how she was doing now.

Lan Yao, who was worried about Nangong Yan, quickly raised her hands and wanted to get up.

Yuan Hao quickly pressed Lan Yao, comforting, "Yaoer, don't be impulsive, your injury is not healed yet, lie down and have a good rest!"

"Let go of me, I'm going to find my mother, my mother must be worried about me to death, and, and..." Thinking of Nangong Yan's dying appearance, Lan Yao suddenly felt extremely guilty and remorseful.

Yuan Hao quickly helped Lan Yao up and comforted him, "Don't worry about me going with you! Get dressed first!"

Lan Yao nodded slightly, put on her clothes, was held in Yuan Hao's arms, and went to the small courtyard where Lan's Nangong Yan lived.

As soon as her feet landed, Lan Yao rushed into Nangong Yan's room, and saw Nangong Yan lying on the ground, motionless.

"Mother!" Lan Yao rushed forward, knelt on the ground, hugged Nangong Yan, and stretched out her hand to feel the pulse of Nangong Yan's neck.

For a long time, Lan Yao didn't feel her pulse, she hugged Nangong Yan and cried bitterly, "Mother..."

Yuan Hao stopped in his tracks, seeing Lan Yao hugging Nangong Yan in pain, his heart ached.

"Mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all Yao'er's fault..." Lan Yao hugged Nangong Yan, knocked her forehead on the top of Nangong Yan's head, her tears were like water from a faucet, and could not be stopped.

Yuan Hao walked to Lan Yao's side, knelt down slowly, and touched Lan Yao's shoulder, "Yaoer, don't be too sad, people cannot be resurrected after death, please let your condolences pass!"

"No...it's all my fault, it's all my fault! If I didn't refuse to lose face, my mother wouldn't die. If I knelt down and came back earlier, I could save my mother. It's all mine. Wrong..." Lan Yao blamed herself painfully.

"Yao'er, it's not your fault that your aunt passed away, it's the rules of heaven and earth!" Yuan Hao hurriedly comforted Lan Yao, who blamed herself, and she put all the responsibility on herself.

Lan Yao shook her head and blamed herself, "No, all of this is my fault..."

If it wasn't because I was too proud and unwilling to kneel down, I wouldn't have been embarrassed by Cui Mingxin, injured by him, and I had been in a coma for five days. I didn't save Nangong Yan, and I didn't let Nangong Yan see her for the last time .

She knew that Nangong Yan must have been very unwilling at the moment of her death that her daughter was not by her side.

"Mother, my daughter is not filial!"

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