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Chapter seven hundred and fifty-eight Lan Lan's bitter plan (1)

If Ye Weilan is really not Ou Ruoqinghan's daughter, it means that the bloodline of the Ou Ruo family will be destroyed in this generation and in her hands...

Ye Weilan looked at her mockingly: "Look at what you have done in your life? The pope was cowardly and incompetent. During his reign, he was bullied by the elders. You are not very powerful. Why didn't you help your husband at that time? After he died, he left such a lot of trouble for his son. If you framed your daughter-in-law, she would never forgive you for your whole life! Your only son hates you as much as his bones, and he hates you for not even wanting to look at you until his lifetime! If I am really not Ou Ruoqinghan's daughter, then this blood family that has been passed down for so many years has been ruined in your hands!"

She smiled coldly: "As a wife, you are not virtuous; as a mother-in-law, you are not kind; as a mother-in-law, you are even more hateful; as a younger generation, you are sorry for your ancestors; if you are so unfaithful, unrighteous and unfilial, you will be in hell in the future, and I will worry for you that you will be skinned and cramped by the ancestors of the Ouruo family."

Without breathing, Madame Camilla said trembled all over. She was pale, and a chill in her heart rose up. She wanted to scold Ye Weilan, but couldn't find any refutation.

Because what she said was the truth, although her original intention was not like this, the final result was all facts.

Ou Ruoqinghan spent twenty-six years to make her repent for the rest of her life.

Everyone around them lowered their heads and was silent.

This princess is too bold and too disrespectful to her elders.

Maya looked at the master's face worriedly and shouted: "Madam, don't listen to her nonsense. The Pope is still young. He will figure it out one day that the blood of the Auror family will not be ruined."

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ye Weilan shivered. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, it might rain soon. She had no time to delay with this woman here, and her fate was all caused by her own fault.

If I had known today, why should I be the first one?

Ye Weilan looked at her with a cold look: "When you hurt my mother, you should have thought of this day, and you will live your whole life, but before you die, there is not even a person to die. No one in this world will love you. It's so sad."

As she finished saying this, Mrs. Kamila squirted out blood and dyed her clothes red.

Ye Weilan raised her eyebrows and vomited blood.

Because of the chaos in an instant, the maids ran to find the doctor. Maya cried heartbrokenly and stared at her with a look of murder.

Ye Weilan smiled slightly and left in her arms with Xiaoxue's clothes.

Soon, everyone will know that His Highness the Princess vomited blood when she angrily and vomited blood, but she didn't know if His Majesty the Pope would go to see his old mother.

Ye Weilan's eyebrows were condensed. She didn't believe that the old woman was defeated by her so easily. She had studied this woman's behavior, which was vicious and vicious. She had experienced the storm and waves for most of her life. Even if her words were indeed heartbroken, she would not cause harm to her kind-hearted person.

Ye Weilan touched her gentle and harmless face, but wasn’t it just a bitter trick to act?

She can do it, she is younger and more beautiful than the old woman, so she should be more convincing when she cries, right?

It should...

Miss Ye is embarrassed.
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