February. Cold.

In the cold cell, the cold was like thin needles piercing into her bones.

Mu Yunyao leaned against the dry grass with blood dripping from her arms, but she didn't notice at all. Her beautiful face had a smile on it: "Grandmother, in a moment, in the court above, you must think carefully about how to speak. If I'm wrong, then you will die along with Master Zhang. If you're right, let him die alone. It's so simple, you couldn't have chosen the wrong one, right?"

It was clearly a melodious voice that sounded like a nightingale. When Madame Li heard this from the corner of her ears, she felt as if she was crying like an evil ghost: "Mu Yunyao, you were the one who killed that person. The county magistrate will definitely find out the truth and definitely won't let you off!"

"Heh, even the heavens are blind sometimes, let alone humans. Otherwise, after so many years of being abused by you, why didn't the heavens open their eyes and send you to hell earlier? "

"You … You are a monster, a debt collector! The county magistrate will definitely find out the truth, and then chop your head off and feed it to the dogs! " Madame Li dragged one of her broken legs and used all her strength to shrink towards a corner, as if this would allow her to stay a little further away from Mu Yunyao.

Mu Yunyao laughed in a low voice. She slowly stood up and walked in front of Madame Li, extending her pure white arms that had scars on them.

"Grandmother, people prefer to believe in their eyes. I did indeed kill them, but who would believe that I could kill a tall man?"

Madame Li's entire body was like a sieve, and with a shriek, she violently pushed Mu Yunyao to the ground.

The bailiff walked over and saw this scene. He waved the baton at Madame Li with a look of disgust in his eyes, "You're still restless even in prison. Are you asking for a beating? The county magistrate wants to be promoted to the Hall to interrogate and bury people. Let's go."

This old pious woman still bullied her granddaughter even in prison. She deserved to have her leg broken!

Madame Li raised her head to look at Mu Yunyao, and saw her cold and clear eyes. She couldn't help but feel green with regret. If she had known earlier that this girl was so evil, she would have strangled her long ago!

Mu Yunyao sneered in her heart as she stood up and followed the bailiff to the court. However, her thoughts slowly drifted back as she thought over everything that had happened in the past few days.

Four days ago, Mu Yunyao was stunned when she opened her eyes. The room in front of her was not big, there were tables and stools nearby, rough porcelain tea sets were placed on top of the table, it was clean and tidy, a wooden wardrobe stood in the corner, other than that, there was nothing else …

This was her room before she was thirteen!

She was lying on the bed, and a beautiful lady was sitting on the side with tears falling down her face. Her black hair was like clouds, and her body was slender and weak.

"Mother …"

"Yao'er, you've awoken. Are the wounds on the back of your head still extremely painful?" Su Qing hurriedly supported her as her tears fell even more heavily. "It's all mother's fault. I was the one who didn't protect you well. Granny, how could Grandma do something so severe?"

It was so painful that it made her blacked out. She suddenly remembered that right now, two months after her father passed away, her grandmother came to stir up trouble at home. She went up to her and argued for a bit, but half of her life was taken by a stick.

"Mother, mother!" Mu Yunyao threw herself into Su Qing's embrace, her great happiness reverberating in her heart, making her unable to hold back her tears. She had returned, she had returned to the time when all her nightmares had yet to begin and her mother was still alive.

Su Qing was stunned for a moment before hugging her tightly, as if she was hugging a treasure that she had recovered from a loss. She sobbed, "Yao'er."

Mu Yunyao bit the tip of her tongue tightly. Only pain could make her believe that everything was not an illusion. If this was a dream, then she would never wake up. For this, she was willing to pay any price!

Suddenly, an ear-piercing yell sounded.

"Oh my gosh, Su Qing. You really are a black-hearted person. I just want to be returned something that belongs to my son and you gossip about me and let the people in the village gossip about me? When my son was still alive, you didn't manage to give birth a son to him in the Mu family. Now that he is dead, you still want to occupy my son's things?

Hearing this voice, she felt a buzzing sound in her head, as if thousands of lightning bolts were exploding densely in her mind, causing her entire body to tremble with anger. Madame Li, this was her grandmother's voice! No matter how many years had passed, this voice was like a spell, causing her to feel a chill down her spine.