Chapter 509 My Sister
Yes, witch.

He may have been confused by Han Zhiyu's actions in the past, but he has been completely overwhelmed by longing for his sister and feeling guilty.

Now he only wants his sister to be resurrected, and he can no longer see the slightest good in others.

"She's gone, do you understand? She died of illness back then, and it wasn't anyone who attacked her, nor anyone who harmed her." Ying Yu was a little helpless: "Although I never fell in love with her, it was yours after all." Sister, apart from not giving her the affection she wanted, she also admits that she has never owed her anything else."

"I didn't want to marry her at the beginning, you knew it. Later, you begged me before I made her the queen."

Han Ying interrupted him excitedly: "Shut up! I know what you want to say without opening your mouth. You want to say that you are innocent, and you want to say that she deserved it! Why are you unwilling? Since you don't love her, then Why do you want to love someone who is exactly like her!"

Originally, the young man's complexion was red, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, like a beast.

"It's different." Ying Yu looked at him, but said quietly, "They're different."

His looks and words poured over his head like a basin of cold water.

Han Ying just stared blankly and said, "I don't need to understand this, all I want is her body."

No, he doesn't need to know what's so good about that woman now.

Everyone is grateful for her kindness. If he falls into it again, who will remember his poor sister.

The minister outside said that their Han family would teach their daughter to be virtuous, gentle and generous, and all the compliments seemed to be able to be piled on that woman.

Also because of her, the daughter of the Han family was competing for it, even if she was a concubine, it was because she married well.

Although she didn't go back to Han's house very often, she always had people send this and that one home.

Sometimes it is antiques, sometimes it is fruits and vegetables, or gadgets for basic necessities of life.

It's really like an ordinary daughter's house, and even better.

The uncles and elders in the family all talked about her, and even his cold parents praised her.

"You all think she is good, and you all miss her. What about my sister? My sister has done nothing wrong, why?"

He knew that Han Zhiyu was very good now, but that was not his sister.

Looking at his devastated state, Ying Yu couldn't help but look sad: "Ziying, everyone wants such a thing to happen. The dead are dead, you should live on."

"Don't use this sentence to persuade me anymore. You all say that the deceased is dead. It's because she is not someone you care about. Let me ask you, if the one in the harem died, what would you do? Can you Give up easily!" Han Ying sneered: "Shut up, we are the same people in our bones, but we will never give up if we have any hope."

Such words and assumptions were too sharp, Ying Yu remained silent and did not speak.

Because he also knows in his heart that if the lost person is the one he loves, then he will keep her when she goes to the poor and falls to the underworld.

But this kind of silence can't last long, after all, now is not the time for them to be in a daze and think about life.

Han Ying stood up and said first: "I won't embarrass you, you can find anyone's body, but please return my sister to me. Ever since she passed away, I have dreamed that she was crying every day, and she was thinking I want me to take her home."

"I found a way to revive her. Even if I can't revive her, I want her to be buried in our Han family's ancestral grave."

(End of this chapter)

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