Lan Xi woke up suddenly. Before she could even open her eyes, she felt strong pain in her limbs. She wanted to open her eyes and get up, but she couldn't even move her fingers.

Where is this? Aren’t you dead?

The soft bedding has the familiar scent of white sandalwood, the lavender gauze bed curtain embroidered with silver thread hangs beside the mahogany carved bed, and the air is filled with a strong medicinal smell...

With a thrill, Lan Xi opened her eyes.

"Miss, wake up, go and invite the master and madam..." Before Lan Xi could recover, a voice full of surprise sounded in her ears.

Hong Yi! Lan Xi blinked in disbelief. The familiar face was still in front of her, but she was much younger.

"Miss, how are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Cuiyu, ask Ziling to bring the warm medicinal porridge; Huangxin, where's the water, miss?"

Looking at Hong Yi's busy appearance, tears suddenly flowed out of Lan Xi's eyes, her eyes full of nostalgia.

Several personal maids, as early as the year she married Shangguan Min, went home and married, and Hong Yi and Bai Ya, who had been following her, also died tragically and unexpectedly at Shangguan's house.

Now when she suddenly sees these familiar people, how can Lan Xi not shed tears?

"Miss, why are you crying? Does it hurt? Don't worry, the medicine will be here soon." Seeing Lan Xi's face bursting with tears, Hong Yi hurriedly wiped her with a silk scarf, feeling her heart clenched again inexplicably.

"You kid, how could you fall down the cliff so accidentally? I'm scared to death."

As she complained in a low voice, a beautiful middle-aged woman in a moon-blue dress with gold threads and flowers walked in quickly. Although she was smiling, her eyes were full of worry, and a tall and tall man followed closely behind her.

, a man in gray with sharp horns.

"Dad...Mother..." Lan Xi couldn't believe her eyes even more, and her tears started to flow even more quickly after she uttered these two words.

Back then, she insisted on marrying Shangguan Min despite her mother Mo Binglan's obstruction, and even risked her life to force Mo Binglan to do so. She was so angry that she fell ill. Just one month after she got married, Mo Binglan passed away.

.

And her father Lan Mo, if Shangguan Min hadn't been ambitious and colluded with Tai Fu Wu Yuanyin and set up a poisonous plot to frame him, how could he have been allowed to die in peace? Thinking of what happened before, Lan Xi cried even harder.

"Look at you, you complained about Xi'er as soon as she woke up. Are you still acting like a mother?"

Lan Mo stepped forward quickly and hugged Lan Xi in his arms. "Don't cry, don't cry. Our son Xi is blessed with great fortune. Whatever he wants in the future, his father will definitely depend on you."

Feeling the familiar embrace and warmth, Lan Xi still felt that everything was like a dream.

In her memory, when she was thirteen years old, she and her best friend Mo Xiang went out to Chang Chong Mountain and fell off the cliff for no apparent reason. The scene then was exactly the same as now. Lan Xi rubbed her eyes with her hands while recalling the past.

"Dad, it's Xi'er's fault. Xi'er just had a nightmare. Dad and mother, don't worry too much."

"Silly boy, you can cry like this in a dream. If you love crying so much, let's see who dares to marry you in the future." Mo Binglan smiled playfully and sat beside the bed, scratching Lan Xi's nose hard.

Looking at Mo Binglan with red eyes, Lan Xi couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this, Lan Mo hugged his beloved daughter with one hand and held his beloved wife with the other. His resolute face was full of gentleness.
Chapter completed!