After three years of slavery, the entire mansion begged me for forgiveness

Jingguo, the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

It was a freezing day.

Qiao Nian washed the last piece of clothes in the morning. Before she could dry her hands that had been frozen purple and numb, she heard the nanny from the laundry department calling her, "Qiao Nian, hurry up, someone from the Marquis' Mansion is here to pick you up!"

She was stunned.

Marquis' Mansion, what a familiar yet unfamiliar word.

She had been a daughter of the Marquis' Mansion for fifteen years, but was told three years ago that she was a fake.

It was the nanny who delivered her baby that year who had selfish motives and switched her child with the real daughter of the Marquis' Mansion, and she found her conscience before she died and told the truth.

Qiao Nian clearly remembered how excited the Marquis and his wife were when they recognized the real daughter Lin Yuan that day. They hugged each other and cried, crying and laughing, while she stood aside and watched helplessly, not understanding why the father and mother she had called for fifteen years were suddenly not her own father and mother.

Perhaps seeing her loss, Lord Lin assured her that she was still the daughter of the Marquisate, and even asked Lin Yuan to call her sister. Even Mrs. Lin said that they would still love her as their own daughter.

But that day, they saw Lin Yuan break the princess's glass bowl, saw Lin Yuan's maid push the crime on her, saw her being scolded by the princess, and saw her being sent to the laundry bureau as a slave, but they just stood aside to protect Lin Yuan, and said nothing from beginning to end.

She knew that she could never be their daughter again.

"Qiao Nian, what are you still standing there for? Don't make the young marquis wait anxiously!" The urging voice of the nanny pulled Qiao Nian back to her thoughts.

She raised her eyes and looked at the door of the laundry bureau, and saw a tall and straight figure standing outside. The winter sun was pale, but it seemed to be stained with a layer of fluorescence when it fell on his body.

Looking at the familiar yet strange face, Qiao Nian's heart, which had been without any feeling for a long time, suddenly ached.

It was Lin Ye.

The brother she had called for fifteen years, who had traveled thousands of miles to Jiangnan to find a rare night-shining pearl for her, and who had pushed Lin Yuan down from the second-floor building for her.

After three years of not seeing each other, the sense of grievance that had disappeared for three years suddenly surged out.

Qiao Nian took a deep breath and suppressed the grievance, her face remained calm.

She walked towards Lin Ye, and knelt down to pay her respects until she was close to him. Her voice was faint, with a hint of alienation, "I greet the young marquis."

Before coming, Lin Ye had also imagined the scene when they met as brothers and sisters.

Thinking, according to her original temperament, she would either throw herself into his arms, act like a spoiled child and cry about the grievances she had suffered over the years. Or she would be full of hatred and not even want to see him.

The only thing he didn't expect was that she would walk up to him so calmly and kneel down.

This is the sister he has spoiled for fifteen years!

Her savageness and pride were all spoiled by him.

Why is it now...

Lin Ye felt that his heart was torn by an invisible hand, and his hands behind his back were tightly clenched. His throat seemed to be grasped by a hand. He took a deep breath and spoke, "Grandmother misses you very much. The Queen Mother has allowed you to leave this place because of her old age."

After saying this, Lin Ye felt that his tone was too stiff, and he frowned. He leaned forward to help Qiao Nian up, and said deliberately and gently, "Go home with brother!"

Qiao Nian's lowered eyes trembled twice.

Go home with brother!

God knows how long she has been looking forward to these six short words.

When she first came to the laundry bureau, she was looking forward to Lin Ye coming to pick her up almost day and night.

But day after day, hope turned into disappointment, and now she no longer had any illusions about returning to the Marquis' Mansion.

Unexpectedly, he came.

She stepped back, quietly broke away from Lin Ye's hand, and bowed, "Thank you, Queen, for your grace, and thank you, Old Madam, for your grace."

Her tone was sincere and her attitude was very respectful, but the strangeness and alienation between every word made Lin Ye feel more and more uncomfortable.

He retracted his hand, his eyebrows twisted into a knot, and his tone was inexplicably stained with a bit of annoyance, "Father has never stripped you of your identity. Although you have been in the laundry bureau for three years, your household registration is still in the Marquis' Mansion. You have never been a slave."

How could the spoiled girl he had spoiled since childhood be a slave?

But hearing this, Qiao Nian only felt irony.

For three years, she had to get up before dawn every day to wash clothes, washing until sunset, and washing until her hands were festering.

The nanny in charge of the laundry department would beat or scold her at any time. Her status here was even lower than that of the lowest servant.

Status? Household registration?

What's the use?

Seeing that Qiao Nian didn't say anything, Lin Ye had to take a deep breath, suppress the inexplicable anger, and said, "There is everything in the mansion, you don't have to pack anything, let's go, don't make grandma wait anxiously."

After that, he turned around and left.

Not long after walking, he would look back and see Qiao Nian following him not far away, her eyes were always on the road ahead, and she didn't even look at him. Thinking of how she used to pester him and act like a spoiled child, the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

So much so that his pace unconsciously accelerated.

After Qiao Nian was pushed down the small building by Lin Ye three years ago, her ankle had an old injury, so she naturally couldn't keep up now. When she arrived at the palace gate, Lin Ye had already sat in the carriage of the Marquis' Mansion.

The driver was an old man in the mansion and recognized Qiao Nian.

Seeing Qiao Nian coming, he bowed and said, "I've met the young lady."

Qiao Nian bowed and bowed in return, then got into the carriage and sat next to the driver.

The coachman was a little surprised, "Miss, don't you go in and sit down?"

Qiao Nian shook his head, "It's against the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, a foot suddenly stretched out from the carriage and kicked Qiao Nian to the ground.

Lin Ye opened the curtain of the car and was filled with anger, "When I first met you, your eyes were not eyes and your nose was not a nose. If you don't want to go back to the Marquis' Mansion, then go back to your Clothing Bureau and continue to be a slave!"

Qiao Nian frowned and her face turned pale with pain. She might have twisted her ankle again.

But Lin Ye asked coldly, "Or do you feel aggrieved and are deliberately trying to show off to me? Lin Nian, you have enjoyed fifteen years of blessings in Yuan'er's place, but now you have only suffered for three years in her place." "What's there to feel aggrieved about?"

"If you don't want to take the car back home, then you should walk back. Along the way, you should also think about your identity and whether you are qualified to show off to me! This will also prevent you from being like this after you return home to see your grandmother. A half-dead face only brings bad luck!”

After Lin Ye finished speaking, he threw down the car curtain and shouted coldly at the driver, "Go back home!"

The driver didn't dare to disobey. He looked at Qiao Nian worriedly and drove away.

Looking at the carriage going away, Qiao Nian didn't have too many emotions in her heart.

After all, she had been abandoned by the people she loved most three years ago.

Taking a deep breath, she struggled to get up and limped towards the direction of the Marquis' Mansion.

But not long after, a carriage stopped in front of her.

His knuckled fingers lifted up the car curtain, his eyes cold and distant, "Miss Lin?"

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