In the first year of the year of Ning Country, the new head of the country succeeded the throne and the country was in high spirits.

As the remote mountain area, the ordinary people at the foot of the mountain were not deeply touched. To them, the head was far like the sun in the sky.

There was something interesting that made them very happy.

The old teahouse added a few colors in the setting sun.

The common people, who had been busy for a day, liked to come here to have a cup of hot tea and chat to relieve their boredom.

"Have you heard that the eldest daughter of the Ye family hung herself!"

"Oh! This is a good thing worth celebrating."

"Brother, I just came back from a foreign land. What's going on?"

"Ha! It's just half a month ago when General Ye went to the Jin Prefecture's Governor's Manor to pay his respects. Miss Ye saw that the Governor's aura was extraordinary, and her lust rose. She tore off his belt on the spot..."

"Puff!!"

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Ye's Manor.

In front of the tall gate, two stone lions were extremely majestic, and the four guards were as straight as pine trees!

It was the most luxurious courtyard in this small county, with a rockery, a corridor, a lake, and a pavilion.

In front of the antique carved window was a young girl with a big bean. She was holding her chin and looking at the bare branches outside, lost in thought.

The girl was wearing a light pink apricot-lined short coat and a silver silk dress. Under the thick bangs, her palm-sized little face was a little chubby, so tender that it could be squeezed out of water.

"Creak!" The pear blossom wooden door was pushed open.

"Miss, you're in good health. Be careful not to catch a cold!"

The maid, who was wearing a brocade gown with a black braid, wrapped the little girl tightly in a crimson silk cloak and stuffed a soup bowl into it.

The girl was speechless.

She was not a young lady. She was just a fake!

Three days ago, as a special forces soldier, Ye Jiao was unfortunately killed on the mission.

She had thought that she would die a glorious death for the country, but she didn't want to open her eyes to Ning Country. She even dressed like the lecherous and unruly First Miss of Ye's Manor, Ye Jiao!

On the trip to the provincial capital, this delicate young lady was locked up by her father after making a big mistake.

General Ye's love for his daughter was like a treasure. He was just putting on an act to let his daughter learn a lesson.

But she didn't expect that the proud and arrogant First Miss would self-destruct!

Fortunately, he was rescued in time.

The servants in the prince's mansion were all scared to death, and they showed more contempt and fear for this rude Miss.

They found that Miss Jiao had become a different person since she woke up.

They were all frightened. After all, they had walked on the road to hell.

No one knew that Xin'er had changed...

The original owner's memory was incomplete, and most of them were about various kinds of handsome men and delicious food...

There was a tall man in a black cloak and an iron grey military uniform. He was handsome and dignified. It was really memorable.

If he could kiss her...

"Bah!"

"Is he tired of dying soon enough?"

"Miss, Miss Jiang is here to see you!"

She was a gentle beauty, about 16 or 17 years old. She had a pretty face and wore a honey-colored floral skirt. Her hair was in a traditional hollow bun, swaying and swaying as she walked.

Speaking of which, Yang Xixue was just the niece of the third aunt of Ye Kuotian's family. She was a close relative. Because her mother died young and her father was in the army, she lived in Ye's Manor and was raised by the third aunt.

"I brought your favorite preserved cake." Yang Xixue was as gentle as water, and her eyes were full of concern.

There were all kinds of exquisite snacks in the delicate two-piece food box, and almost all of them were sweet.

"Why don't you eat? Are you uncomfortable?" Yang Xixue was puzzled, and her big eyes were full of concern.

Ye Jiao took out the original owner's memory, and the corners of her mouth slowly lifted with a sneer.

Ye Jiao threw away the handkerchief that she had used up and said she didn't want to eat it.

Yang Xixue was stunned. She always felt that her cousin was becoming more and more different, especially her attitude toward herself.

"By the way, I heard that the provincial government has sent a letter of appointment saying that the special meeting committee of the Governor's Mansion will arrive in a few days. They say that the Governor is going to marry you."

"Puff!"

Ye Jiao spat out her tea!

Was he the one whose belt was ripped off by the original owner?

"How could he be so emotional?"