Chapter 8: Pushing Hands

  "Don't be surprised that I knew, fat people are prone to heat, I had a bowl of iced tea at the wine house in front and saw everything clearly." The fat man is doing business, the first thing to pay attention to is not the opponent, but the occasion of the transaction.

  Nan Yue Lan let out a soft "oh".

  "Look at me, seeing the young lady's elegant attire, I took the liberty of speaking out of turn for a few sentences. Please forgive me, and perhaps we'll meet again someday." The curtain falls, and she walks away.

  The sedan chair had gone several zhang away, but Wang Lin still stared at Nan Yue Lan's birth, not even looking at a beautiful girl like Hua.

  "She... " She should have drowned to death, why is she still alive? But the woman that day was pale and weak, and seemed not to be her, perhaps it's a pair of sisters? And if she were her, she should be afraid of him to death.

  "Which family's young lady are you?" Better ask clearly first before speaking.

  "Your reputation precedes you, who dares to tell you? " Nan Yue Lan raised an eyebrow and covered her mouth with a smile. "Old Jing is leaving soon, hurry up and send him off. We live in the same town, are we afraid of not having a chance to meet again?"

  The more they chatted and laughed together, the less she seemed like that woman. She had said something right, in this town, he could always figure things out. Wang Lin rode his horse forward, thinking to himself, but when he turned back, he saw the woman elegantly sipping tea.

  "It's strange, Wang Lin clearly saw you as if he had seen a ghost, but pretended to be calm as if it was the first time they met. Miss, didn't you say who you were that day? Mrs. and Madam Wang have some dealings with each other, Wang Lin should know you." asked Hua.

  "That day, things happened suddenly, I don't remember very clearly." Nan Yue Lan Sheng replied, also having doubts in her heart. She thought that Wang Lin was lustful and didn't get what he wanted, mistakenly pushing her into the water, why did his face show surprise and a hint of cruelty?

  "Miss, go back." Wu Guo said.

  "It's time for me to go back, maybe there are guests coming home." Nan Yueping left in the direction of her home, would she have guessed that someone was coming to her house?

  Wang Lin sent Jing's boss on board, seeing that there was no one around, he lowered his head in fear and anxiety. "That woman may just look similar, maybe she's a close sister, but I think it doesn't make sense that I'm still alive, it's my own hands that..."

  The boss's chubby cheeks piled up, "Then did you see her die with your own eyes?"

  Wang Lin was taken aback, "She fell into the water and sank, obviously couldn't swim, and at that time there was no one else..."

  "Answer me, did you see her die with your own eyes? Or did you send someone to fish her out and confirm she's stopped breathing?" His smile didn't reach his eyes.

  "No... nothing." Wang Lin heard Old Jing hum, and immediately lowered his head even more, "Don't worry, I'll go back and investigate thoroughly. If it's really that woman, I'll definitely take her life."

  Fat hands placed on Wang Lin's shoulder, feeling him tremble. Old Jing smiled in response, "Indeed, it doesn't seem quite right. The woman that day was like a startled bird, her eyes dull and lifeless, running with a stumbling gait, born to be short-lived. But the woman in the teahouse had deep-set eyes, a smooth forehead and high broad eyebrows, looking sharp and fierce."

  "Yes, yes." Wang Lin hastily said.

  "It's just... you look too much alike." Old Jing withdrew his hand and stepped onto the punt.

  "But we just took a look at her." Wang Lin didn't dare to think about taking responsibility, so he tried to shirk it off, "I pushed her from behind when I caught up with her, and she turned around halfway before entering the water."

  His boots stopped on the board, his head didn't turn around, his voice was cold and emotionless, "If you can't be certain, it's better to kill by mistake. Otherwise, it will be your death. Do you understand?"

  Wang Lin bowed his head and nodded repeatedly.

  Plum Mansion

  "Miss is back." Steward Ningjiu stepped forward, "Madam has ordered the kitchen to prepare a cooling soup, I'll have the maid send it to your room immediately."

  "I knew that Ning Bo was an old man in this house, but I didn't know how many years you had been by my mother's side." Nan Yue Lan said.

  "I entered the Wu family at 15 years old, and this year I will be 50." Ning Jiu replied.

  "It's been thirty-five years, but I'm still twenty, how can I catch up?" Nan Yue Lan continued.

  "What's the young lady in such a hurry for?"

  "Ning Boeruo has also taken care of me for 35 years, can't he turn to me just once?" Hurriedly measuring loyalty.

  Ning Guan's expression changed after he understood, "Miss, I think you were born and raised well, if not for the lady and you, then who else would you be close to?"

  "Towards Madam, you can't be towards me, you know best. Otherwise, tell the truth, why did I come back and drive me back to my own room?" When did that become the mother who was thinking of the summer heat-relieving soup?

  "...although things have been delayed slightly," "Miss, Madame has always been concerned about you."

  "But she was more concerned about her husband." In fact, she was no longer the daughter of that person, but by accepting this body, she had to accept Nan Yue Lan's relatives and family.

  "Miss......" The mother and daughter were actually quite alike, both having strong personalities that refused to back down, neither willing to easily compromise.

  "There are guests at home, but I'm afraid you can't be seen by people." Nan Yue Lan turned her foot and walked towards the main courtyard, "This is not good, it makes people think that her daughter doesn't understand etiquette, even the younger sisters from the same family avoid seeing her."

  "Miss, how did you know it was..." Ning Guanshi stretched out his hand to stop her, while looking at You Hua.

  There were flowers everywhere. "In the tea pavilion, drinking tea, I heard a girl say she was the daughter of Da Guo Shi, named Nan Yue Ping." Ning Bo said, "Is our master Da Guo Shi?" She and Wu Guo had been picked up by Wu Mei on the way to Yao Town, and for over ten years they hadn't left Yao Town. Wu Mei didn't mention anything about Nan Yue's family, and she rarely socialized with people in town, so naturally she wouldn't know.

  "What is Nan Yueping doing here?" Hua Wu Guo didn't know if she had any feelings, but Nan Yue Lan should have known. It's just that after her rebirth, she was completely confused and couldn't say anything too unfamiliar. "She doesn't look like the little girl who used to wipe her nose at all, I almost didn't recognize her."

  Ning Guanshi indeed did not doubt it, "When we left Nan Yue Fu, Fourth Miss was only three years old, now she's sixteen, of course she doesn't look the same."

  "For so many years, no one from the Nan Yue family has come here, and now they're sending a 16-year-old Nan Yue Ping. My mother must be feeling very upset. I'll go and comfort her." Nan Yue Lan looked at Ning Guan Shi, "Ning Bo, after all, I am her flesh and blood. What are you afraid of?" The identity is revealed, but still has to pretend to be calm.

  Ning Guanshi glanced back at Nan Yue Lan Sheng, slowly put down his arm, and smiled warmly, "Miss is really sensible now, Madam will be relieved."

  Nan Yue Lan walked away, "Don't think I'm too weak-willed, I just can't bear to see others bullying me and her."

  A concubine who has been kept outside for over a decade, with great ambition, a daughter who may be targeted by the young tyrant and is best avoided. Only when sharing honor and shame can one be wise. On the way back, she suddenly thought that she couldn't leave Yao Town, but if her mother wanted to leave, she could follow. As the daughter of the Southern Moon's family and with her father being the Grand Master, interpersonal relationships are inevitably complicated, and her mother will have no heart or energy to care for her when adapting to a new environment. At that time, perhaps there will be an opportunity that belongs to herself.

  But how can she help her mother return home? Just as she was thinking about it, she found herself outside the hall and heard a crisp sound.

  Who knocked over whose cup?