Rebirth: The First Daughter and the Ruthless Concubine

Meng Wan naturally knew what was going on, but she pretended not to know. She sat up holding the cloak covering her body and pretended to be confused: "What's going on, second sister?"

Hearing this, Meng Junyao's tears became even fiercer, and she cried and cried for a long time but could not say a word.

Meng Wan was not in a hurry, and just watched her cry. The heartbroken and unwilling look made Meng Wan feel good. She couldn't help it, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

Come smile.

Meng Junyao finally stopped her tears, but she still kept sobbing and wiping her tears haphazardly. She didn't care about her ladylike behavior and only focused on venting her dissatisfaction.

"It's not like you came up with that stupid idea. You asked me to go to my father to confess, and I confessed. My father also went to see the third prince, but...but..."

I originally thought that the third prince would not refuse his father's intervention. After all, even though he was a concubine, with the title of the prime minister's daughter, it would not be that high to be matched with the unpopular third prince. But who knew?

...

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became, and the more angry he became. In the end, he almost shouted at the top of his lungs.

"The third prince actually rejected his father and said that everything was just wishful thinking on my part! Tell me, if you hadn't asked me to confess to my father, how could things have turned out like this?"

Meng Junyao lost control and lost all her image at the moment. After roaring, she turned around, ignored Meng Wan's reaction and rushed out without looking back. Only Meng Wan remained sitting in the posture of hugging her knees, her lips

Jiao's smile got a little deeper.

'Sad, sad, but this is just the beginning! Back then, you ignored the relationship between sisters and stayed with Huangfu, and even caused the death of my two children. This revenge will not be avenged so easily.

!I want to watch you suffer torture bit by bit. I want you to taste all the suffering I suffered in this life!'

Meng Wan squinted her eyes, and the light and shadow were shrouded in mottled and fragmented shapes, reflected in her pupils. Such firm belief made her watery eyes shine as bright as the stars. She looked quietly, with a glimmer of light hanging from the corner of her mouth from beginning to end.

's smile.

Early the next morning, it began to drizzle again. The continuous drizzle had been falling since early in the morning, turning the green mountains and green scenery in the distance into an ink painting.

In the Bamboo Pavilion, when Huanyan put away the green oil-paper umbrella and entered the door, Meng Wan was lying by the window, resting her hands on her hands, listening to the quiet sound of wind and rain outside the window, while looking down at the book in her hand.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and saw a happy face. Meng Wan put down the book in his hand and asked, "Is there any movement on the other end?"

Huanyan carefully placed the umbrella in the corner of the door, carefully closed the door again, and then walked to Meng Wan's side: "Second Miss has been making trouble all night, so she just went to bed now."

Meng Wan nodded, didn't say much, just lowered her eyebrows and quietly flipped through the book.

Huanyan stood on one side but hesitated a little, as if she had something to say but didn't know whether she should say it or not, so she stood there with her hands folded and looked at Meng Wan.

Meng Wan raised her head: "Is there anything else?"