Rebirth of Lillian Harris

The waves crashed against the cliffs of Nova Scotia with an almost musical rhythm, but Aria Morgan knew better. After three years of studying marine biology at the remote Blackrock Research Station, she had learned to distinguish between natural ocean sounds and something more... peculiar. Tonight, there was definitely something different in the water's song.

Standing on the observation deck of the research facility, her long dark hair whipping in the salty breeze, Aria focused her night vision binoculars on the churning waters below. The full moon cast an ethereal glow across the surface, making it easier to spot any unusual movement. That's when she saw it - a flash of iridescent scales, much too large to be any known fish species.

"You're out here late again," a deep voice spoke behind her. Dr. Nathaniel Cross, the facility's new head of cryptozoology, stood in the doorway. His presence had been causing quite a stir among the female staff since his arrival last month, with his storm-gray eyes and the mysterious scar that ran from his left temple to his jaw. But Aria had noticed something else about him - the way he always seemed to appear whenever the strange occurrences happened.

"There's something out there, Dr. Cross," Aria said, not taking her eyes off the water. "Something big."

"Please, call me Nate," he said, moving to stand beside her. His proximity sent an involuntary shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "And I know. That's why I'm here."

Before Aria could question what he meant, a haunting melody drifted up from the waters below. It wasn't quite singing - more like an otherworldly humming that seemed to resonate in her very bones. To her surprise, she found herself taking an unconscious step toward the railing, drawn by the sound.

Nate's hand shot out, gripping her arm. "Don't listen too closely," he warned, his voice tight with concern. "They're hunting tonight."

"They?" Aria tried to shake off the melody's lingering effect. "Who are 'they'?"

Just then, a figure emerged from the waves - a woman with silvery skin and long, phosphorescent hair. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light, and when she opened her mouth to continue her song, Aria saw rows of sharp, pearl-like teeth. The creature's beauty was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"Sirens," Nate whispered, his grip on Aria's arm tightening. "Real ones. Not the sanitized versions from your fairy tales."

The siren's gaze locked onto them, and her song changed, becoming more focused, more enticing. Aria felt Nate tense beside her, and when she looked at him, she was shocked to see his eyes had taken on a silvery sheen, reflecting the moonlight like a cat's.

"We need to get inside," he said through gritted teeth, though he seemed to be fighting the urge to move closer to the railing himself. "Now."

But as they turned to leave, Aria caught sight of something in the water that made her blood run cold. Dozens of glowing eyes had appeared beneath the waves, and more figures were rising to the surface. Their songs began to intertwine, creating a symphony of supernatural beauty and terror.

"Dr. Cross... Nate," Aria's voice trembled slightly. "What's really going on at this facility?"

He finally turned to look at her fully, and in the moonlight, she could see that his scar was glowing with a faint blue light. "It's not just a research station, Aria. It's a containment facility. We monitor and protect humanity from ancient creatures that most people think are myths. And right now," he glanced back at the water where more sirens were emerging, "something has disturbed them. Something that hasn't happened in over a hundred years."

"What?" Aria asked, though part of her feared the answer.

"They're looking for their lost queen," Nate's voice was grim. "And for some reason, they think she's here."

A particularly powerful wave crashed against the cliffs, sending spray high enough to reach the observation deck. As the droplets hit Aria's skin, she felt a strange tingling sensation, and for just a moment, her reflection in the window showed her eyes glowing with the same ethereal blue light as the creatures below.

Nate saw it too. His expression shifted from concern to something more complex - fear, fascination, and what looked almost like recognition. "We need to talk," he said quietly. "About your mother. About why you were really assigned to this facility. And about why you've always felt so drawn to the sea."

The siren's song grew louder, more insistent, and Aria felt something stir within her - ancient memories that couldn't possibly be her own, yet somehow were. As she followed Nate inside, one thought kept repeating in her mind: her life as she knew it was about to change forever, and there would be no going back to the simple world of marine biology and research papers.

Behind them, the sirens continued their haunting chorus, their songs now carrying a note of triumph. They had found what they were looking for.

The facility's underground laboratory was a maze of steel and glass, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that made everything look clinical and cold. Aria followed Nate through a series of security checkpoints, each requiring increasingly complex biometric scans. Her mind was still reeling from the events on the observation deck, the sirens' song echoing in her memory.

        "How long have you known?" she finally asked as they entered what appeared to be his private office. Unlike the sterile corridors outside, this room was filled with artifacts that looked ancient - shells with strange markings, crystals that seemed to pulse with their own inner light, and walls covered in charts mapping underwater ley lines.

        Nate moved to a heavily secured cabinet, his fingers dancing across a complex lock. "Since the moment you arrived at Blackrock. Your bio-readings were... unique." He pulled out a thick file with her name on it. "But your mother knew long before that."

        "My mother?" Aria's voice cracked. "She died when I was three. All I have are some photos and my father's stories about her love for the ocean."

        "Your mother didn't die, Aria." Nate's voice was gentle but firm as he placed an old photograph on his desk. "She returned."

        The photograph showed a woman standing on these very cliffs, her wild dark hair streaming in the wind. She looked exactly like Aria, except for her eyes - they held that same otherworldly blue glow Aria had seen in her own reflection moments ago.

        "That's impossible," Aria whispered, but even as she spoke, memories began to surface - the way she could hold her breath for impossibly long periods, her uncanny ability to predict storms, the strange songs that sometimes filled her dreams.

        Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a low vibration ran through the building. Nate's expression turned serious. "They're testing the barriers," he said, moving to a bank of monitors showing underwater footage. Multiple figures darted past the cameras, their movements too quick and graceful to be human.

        "What barriers?" Aria asked, joining him at the monitors.

        "Electromagnetic fields designed to keep them at bay. But with their queen so close..." He glanced at her meaningfully. "They're stronger than usual."

        "I am not their queen," Aria said firmly, though something deep inside her stirred at the words.

        "No, but you're her daughter. The first successful hybrid in centuries." Nate pulled up more files on his computer. "Your mother was their queen, and when she fell in love with your father, it created a diplomatic crisis. A siren queen choosing a human was unprecedented."

        The vibrations grew stronger, and somewhere in the facility, an alarm began to sound. On the monitors, the sirens' movements became more coordinated, more purposeful.

        "They're not just testing anymore," Nate muttered. He grabbed what looked like an ancient trident from a wall display. "They're breaking through."

        Aria's head suddenly filled with voices - not speaking English, but a fluid, musical language she somehow understood. They were calling to her, telling her to come home, to take her rightful place.

        "Make it stop," she gasped, pressing her hands to her temples.

        Nate reached for her, but stopped short when he saw her eyes - they were glowing brighter now, and her skin had taken on a slight iridescent sheen. "Fight it, Aria. You're not just one of them. You're both human and siren. That's what makes you special."

        The facility shook more violently, and the lights went out completely. In the darkness, Nate's eyes glowed silver again, and Aria could finally ask the question that had been nagging at her.

        "What are you?" she whispered. "You're not entirely human either, are you?"

        Before he could answer, the reinforced windows of his office exploded inward in a shower of glass and seawater. In the opening hovered three sirens, their beauty terrible and magnificent. The one in the center spoke, her voice carrying both authority and disdain.

        "Step away from the princess, Guardian. She belongs with her people."

        Nate raised the trident, which began to glow with an electric blue light. "She belongs where she chooses to belong."

        As seawater swirled around them, Aria felt power surge through her body - raw, ancient, and demanding to be released. She had a choice to make, but first, she needed answers.

        "Tell me everything," she said, her voice carrying a new note of command that surprised even her. "About my mother, about what you are," she looked at Nate, "and about why I'm really here."

        The siren queen smiled, showing those pearl-like teeth. "Oh, little princess. You're here because a war is coming. And you," her glow intensified, "are the key to everything."

The seawater swirling around Aria's feet felt alive, responding to her emotions like an extension of her body. The three sirens remained suspended in the shattered window frame, their ethereal forms casting an otherworldly glow throughout Nate's flooded office. The lead siren - who had introduced herself as Cordelia, First General of the Deep Realm - watched her with ancient eyes that held both wisdom and cunning.

        "Your mother's choice started this war," Cordelia said, her voice carrying the rhythm of waves. "When she chose your father, she didn't just abandon her throne - she disrupted a balance that had existed for millennia. The Deep Realm has been without a true queen for twenty years, and the dark ones grow bolder each day."

        "The dark ones?" Aria asked, acutely aware of Nate's tension beside her, his grip tightening on the glowing trident.

        "The Abyssal Court," Nate answered grimly. "Think of them as your people's darker cousins. While the sirens of the Deep Realm protect the oceans, the Abyssal Court seeks to corrupt them. Without a queen's power to maintain the barriers..."

        "They're breaking free," Cordelia finished. "Even now, they gather in the deep trenches, preparing for war. Only a queen's song can reinforce the ancient seals."

        Aria felt the weight of their expectations pressing down on her like the ocean itself. "And you think I can do this? I don't even know how to control whatever... this is." She gestured to her still-glowing skin.

        "That's why I'm here," a new voice spoke from the doorway. Aria turned to see a woman she'd only known from photographs - her mother. Nerissa, former queen of the Deep Realm, stood in the threshold, looking exactly as she had twenty years ago. Her presence made the very air vibrate with power.

        "Mom?" Aria whispered, emotions warring inside her.

        Nerissa's eyes - the same otherworldly blue as Aria's now were - filled with tears. "My daughter. My beautiful, brave daughter. I'm so sorry I had to leave you, but it was the only way to keep you safe while your powers matured."

        "Safe from what?" Aria demanded, anger suddenly surging through her. The water around her feet began to churn in response.

        "From those who would use you," Nate interjected, his voice carrying an edge of bitterness. "The Guardians weren't always noble protectors, Aria. Some believed that controlling a hybrid princess would give them power over both realms."

        "Like your father did?" Nerissa's voice turned cold as she addressed Nate. "Is that why you're so close to my daughter? Following in Marcus Cross's footsteps?"

        The tension in the room sparked like electricity. Nate's silver eyes flashed dangerously. "I am not my father."

        "Enough!" Aria's voice carried a new power, making everyone in the room freeze. The water around her feet rose in spiraling columns, responding to her command. "I want the truth. All of it. No more cryptic warnings or half-answers."

        Suddenly, the facility's emergency sirens blared to life. On Nate's monitors, dark shapes appeared in the deeper waters - humanoid figures with shark-like features and glowing red eyes.

        "The Abyssal Court," Cordelia hissed. "They've found us."

        "They found her," Nerissa corrected, moving to Aria's side. "They can sense your awakening power, daughter. We're out of time."

        The facility shuddered as something massive struck it from below. Through the broken window, Aria could see dark forms rising from the depths, their movements predatory and purposeful. The water around her feet turned ice-cold.

        "You have to choose now," Nate said urgently. "But know this - whatever you decide, I'll stand with you." His eyes met hers, and in them she saw not just duty or ambition, but something deeper, something personal.

        "As touching as that is, Guardian," Cordelia interrupted, "she needs to come with us. Only in the Deep Realm can she learn to control her powers in time."

        Another impact rocked the facility. In the distance, Aria could hear screams - the research staff, she realized with horror. They were unprotected, unaware of what was really happening.

        "I won't let innocent people die," Aria declared, feeling strength flow through her. "Mom, Cordelia - help me protect the facility. Nate..." she turned to him, "teach me how to fight."

        "Always choosing both worlds," Nerissa murmured, a mix of pride and worry in her voice. "Just like your mother."

        As the Abyssal Court's forces surrounded the facility, Aria felt something click into place inside her. She was neither fully human nor fully siren, neither wholly of land nor of sea. But perhaps that's exactly what both worlds needed.

        "Well then," she said, as power coursed through her veins and the song of the sea filled her mind, "let's show these dark ones what a hybrid princess can do."

        The water around her erupted upward, turning into a swirling shield of liquid crystal, just as the first of the dark figures burst through the facility's lower levels. The war for two worlds was about to begin, and Aria stood at its center, with a Guardian at her side and the power of two realms flowing through her blood.

The next few minutes dissolved into chaos. The Abyssal Court's warriors crashed through the facility's lower levels like a dark tide, their shark-like features twisted into snarls of hunger and hatred. Aria's crystalline water shield held against the first wave, but she could feel their darkness pressing against her power, trying to corrupt it.

        "Channel your emotions through the water," Nerissa instructed, her own powers creating whirlpools that trapped several attackers. "The sea responds to authentic feeling, not just will."

        Nate moved with inhuman grace, the trident in his hands leaving trails of electric blue energy as he fought. "We need to evacuate the research staff," he called out between strikes. "They're gathering near the main lab."

        Aria closed her eyes for a moment, and suddenly she could feel every drop of water in the facility - in the pipes, in the air, in human bodies. The awareness was overwhelming. "I can feel them," she gasped. "Everyone. Everything."

        "That's your queen's sense awakening," Cordelia explained, her own song turning violent as she fought. "You're connecting to your realm."

        An explosion rocked the lower level, and through her new awareness, Aria felt something massive entering the facility. The temperature of the water dropped dramatically, and even the sirens looked concerned.

        "Thalassos," Nerissa whispered, fear evident in her voice. "The Abyssal Prince himself."

        Through the broken floor emerged a figure that seemed made of living darkness. Unlike his warriors, Prince Thalassos appeared almost human, devastatingly beautiful in a cruel way. His eyes were the color of the deepest ocean trenches, and when he smiled, his teeth gleamed like black pearls.

        "The little princess awakens," his voice was like the crushing depths given sound. "How convenient. I was afraid I'd have to wait longer to claim my bride."

        "Bride?" Aria and Nate spoke simultaneously, his voice sharp with anger, hers with shock.

        "Did they not tell you?" Thalassos moved closer, his presence making the water around him turn black. "The only way to truly end the war between our courts is through union. Your mother refused me twenty years ago. But you..." his dark eyes roamed over her face, "you're even more powerful than she was."

        Nate stepped between them, the trident glowing brighter. "She's not a prize to be claimed, Thalassos."

        The Abyssal Prince's laugh was like ice cracking. "Ah, the Guardian speaks. Tell me, son of Marcus Cross, does your protection come from duty... or jealousy?"

        Before anyone could respond, a scream echoed from the main lab. Through her water sense, Aria felt the research staff's terror as more Abyssal warriors surrounded them.

        "Choose quickly, princess," Thalassos said smoothly. "Surrender to me, and I'll spare them all. Refuse, and watch your human friends feed my warriors."

        Aria felt rage build inside her - pure, hot, and powerful. The water around her began to glow, not with her mother's blue light or Thalassos's darkness, but with a brilliant purple that seemed to combine both aspects of her nature.

        "You want an answer?" Her voice carried the crash of waves and the strength of tidepools. "Here it is."

        She thrust her hands forward, and every drop of water in the facility responded. It rose from pipes, condensed from air, pulled from the sea itself. But instead of attacking, it began to sing - a new song, neither fully siren nor fully human, but something entirely unique.

        The Abyssal warriors closest to her began to writhe, their corrupted forms starting to purify under her hybrid power. Thalassos's eyes widened in genuine surprise, then narrowed in fury.

        "Impossible," he snarled. "No one can purify the Abyssal taint!"

        "She's not no one," Nate said, pride evident in his voice. "She's both of your worlds, and neither. And that makes her stronger than either."

        Aria's song grew stronger, and she felt Nate's energy joining with hers, the Guardian's power amplifying her own. Her mother and Cordelia added their voices, creating a harmony that made the very foundations of the facility vibrate.

        But Thalassos wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, he released his own power - a wave of such absolute darkness that it threatened to swallow all light. "If I cannot have you," he growled, "then no one will!"

        The two forces met in a spectacular clash of energy. In that moment, as purple light battled primordial darkness, Aria felt something else stirring in the depths beneath the facility - something ancient and powerful, awakened by their battle.

        "The Leviathan," Nerissa breathed. "The battle... it's waking the ancient ones."

        As if in response, a deep rumble shook the entire ocean floor, and everyone - siren, human, and Abyssal alike - froze in sudden, instinctive fear.

        In the brief silence, Aria heard Nate whisper, "Whatever happens next, Aria, know that I-"

        But his words were cut off as the floor beneath them cracked open, and the true power of the deep made its presence known. The war between courts had awakened something far older and more dangerous than any of them had imagined.

        And deep in her soul, Aria knew - this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1

"Lillian Harris, do you plead guilty?"
"Lillian Harris, Cromwell never touched you, and the baby you're carrying isn't his."
"Go to hell!"
"HPCleaseQ, s&acvep my bZauby!d".
Lillian Harris awoke from her dream in a cold sweat and sat up. She was in a side hall that had been left unkept for years, with only a simple table and a dim oil lamp.
A few days earlier, she had been summering in Harper County, but had been wrongly accused of cheating by her own sister, Isabella Harris, and had been removed from her family's honor, ultimately choosing to sink into a pond. When Isabella pushed her into the lake, she thought her life was over, but she never thought God would give her a chance to start over.
Now, a few years ago, everything has not yet begun. Subconsciously, she touched her abdomen, and it was flat. Once upon a time, there had been a little life here. If it wasn't for Isabella's scheming, it wouldn't have disappeared.
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It was funny that Mrs. Harris, as her mother, had to ask Michael's permission to visit her, but Lillian had always thought that Mrs. Harris had a strong bond with Michael, and that was why she obeyed him, but as time went on, events made her realize that was not the case.
"Lillian!"
Just as she was thinking of Mrs. Harris, Mrs. Harris arrived.
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"Mom."
Lillian's voice was a little hoarse, still remembering the scene in her previous life, when Mrs. Harris was on her knees in front of everyone begging for Michael's forgiveness.
"Lillian, are you all right? It's all your father's fault, letting you practice calligraphy, you don't want to go to the imperial exams in the future, what's the use of learning this." Mrs. Harris looked unusually disgruntled.
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"Mom, I'm fine."
"That's good. Here's a snack I made myself, eat it while it's hot."
Mrs. Harris's eyes showed her love, Lillian took the snack, her heart was filled with the warmth she hadn't felt for a long time, since she got married, she hadn't eaten Mrs. Harris's handiwork for a long time.
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"Go ahead."
"Mom, can you tell me what happened between you and my father?"
Mrs. Harris looked a little surprised at the sudden question, had the dissimulation between herself and Michael been discovered?
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Lillian knew that Mrs. Harris could not easily reveal what had happened between her and Michael, after all, it was not something that could be explained in a few simple words John.
"Are you thirsty? Have some water."
Mrs. Harris stood up, calling, "Lily, pour some water in here!"
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"A few days ago she told me that this courtyard is haunted."
"This little girl is talking nonsense! What ghosts can there be? I think she's just looking for an excuse to be lazy!"
Lillian was actually wondering in her heart, although Lily in her previous life came into the side hall with her, she didn't say anything about being haunted. Could it be because her rebirth had changed everything, or was it because she hadn't noticed these details at that time?
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Mrs. Harris is getting angrier and angrier, as a maid, how could she leave her master behind and just run for her life?
"Mom, did you hear anything?"
"No." Mrs. Harris frowned, thinking that Lillian had become suspicious because of Lily's words.
"No, lióstSen )ca*rLefuZl&léy.)"
Mrs. Harris perked up her ears, and the unheard "brush-brush-brush-brush-brush" didn't sound like the wind, it sounded more like clothing rubbing together.
The cottage had been long deserted and unoccupied, except by Lillian and Lily.
"I heard it, but it doesn't prove it's haunted."
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She took a few steps forward and opened the door to the room, "We'll know if it's a man or a ghost when we see it."
On the other side-
"Miss, please take me in, that side room is really haunted."
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"I'll do anything you want, just don't let me stay in that place!"
Lily was really fed up with being around Lillian, she was sick of Lillian, and there was really something unusual going on in that side room, the noises she heard in the night gave her the creeps, and if it went on like this, she'd rather die.
"Oh?" Isabella put away the needle and thread, the smile emerges, "then I let you in Lillian's meal drug, you dare?"
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Isabella snorted coldly, "I'm just kidding, do you think I really dare to harm my own sister?"
Lily was already timid, seeing Isabella's contemptuous attitude, she panicked and kneeled down, "Miss is wronged, I don't dare to think so! It's just that Missy often told me that you are inferior to her in everything, so I mistakenly thought that you two are not on good terms."
"What? She said that I am inferior to her in everything?"
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Lily saw Isabella's reaction, she felt happy that she had done well in provoking her, "Miss, I really don't want to stay beside Missy, I have no other choice but you."
Isabella told Lily to get up and whispered a few words to her.
"Do you understand? Go and do it."
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Meanwhile, Lillian and Mrs. Harris came out of the room, and saw the scene in front of them, but could not help but be speechless.

Chapter 2

Daisy light like water, the night sky is filled with a faint aroma, the oil lamp lit in the house shines brightly around. Two men dressed in black in front of the door looks out of place, a tall and a short, odd posture.
Mrs. Harris almost exclaimed, but Lillian Harris covered her mouth in time.
Lucas Ashton had not expected to find a woman in such a remote compound as the Chancellery.
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"Who are you?" Lillian Harris asked calmly.
Sammy Baker impatiently replied, "Told you to keep quiet!"
"You're hurt." Lillian Harris said.
SpamnmKyO BwakQerl,X thUinkiHng *tHhis was gt$hpej molst KcoCmpos)ed hZi(jacJking ZviSct.iamN h,eó'ldt nevetr vsekeUn, c&as_tS ag pMuzCzOlemd wloodk aNt L!uYcasS As$htRon),. pwQho )jjuOsyt Oshowok jhhis qheóadA.
Sammy Baker pushed Lillian Harris and Mrs. Harris into the house, with Lucas Ashton close behind, quickly locking the door behind them.
Lucas Ashton sits down and pulls his sleeve up, exposing a still-bleeding wound. He grits his teeth, pulls strips of cloth from his shirt, and begins to bandage it.
Lillian Harris quietly surveyed Lucas Ashton, whose face was covered by a black cloth under the oil lamp, revealing only a pair of wry, gentle eyes and delicate eyebrows.
"qWIhy d$id' zyhoÉu ébreak in,to Qtthej uHyaHrr^isO Mansiion?"h askeOd pLVilltiZan 'Huarrwis cta*lmRlHy.
"Aren't you afraid?" Lucas Ashton asked rhetorically.
Lillian Harris nodded, "If I am correct, the knife-wielder only listened to you, and you were afraid I would scream and attract the guards. There is no movement in the mansion today, and today you look wounded, which means you were not wounded here. Since you are not here for the Harris Mansion, there is no need for me to fear you at all."
"You're quite right." Lucas Ashton signaled for Sammy Baker to let go, and Sammy Baker reluctantly did so.
"SóoArqrDy.a"$ qLupcas nAshAto(ns UsPaidT.p
Lillian Harris pointed to Sammy Baker's foot, "Your foot is hurt too."
"It's just a small injury, nothing serious." Sammy Baker replied.
Mrs. Harris didn't have the calmness that Lillian Harris had, she pulled Lillian Harris aside and whispered, "Lilly, you know if his hand slipped, you'd be dead!"
"VI kn$owD,. Hb*uxt whYat'Qs tkheW pFoxi^nXt. Mnolm, kjustH rnelaYxI,D TI'mW ósOureO thDey wZotn'tv dLo aniyth.iéng to& uasm.Z"_ LsildlIiKan óHar&riUsQ csBo,oRtfheqdS.d
"You're just too big-hearted." Mrs. Harris said helplessly.
At that moment, Sammy Baker hovered in front of Lucas Ashton, looking slightly annoyed. "Young master, do you think they'll call someone? Shall I tie them up?"
Sammy Baker was an impatient man, and if he didn't have to, he would never have fled here with Lucas Ashton.
"mTRhZatv ywoFn'It^ bfey neLcpe)ss&aDry.S". LucQas Ashét,onN kZeprt chis égagz_ea bfói'xreBd oDn LTillianu RHAarriNs^, awho seelmueDd to_ Usense Ihi.s dgfaGzóe ManKd ystReppGed iXn frobnGt oVf yhZi&mw.
"Harris's house is well guarded, and it's not easy for you to escape even if you chose this side room, so please stay here with me to recover from your injuries."
At this moment, there was a knock at the door. Everyone in the room looked at each other, and Lucas Ashton looked at Lillian Harris.
"Who could it be at this hour?" Lillian Harris frowned slightly, and thought to himself, could it be that the people who tracked down the two men in black had arrived so soon?
"MTiss, AI'Am LxiTlym OWDh)iHte'."R ftkh,el dvloqivced fXrJo!m mthex ódoo'rk,* *was$ gnoAnge oRthuer PthLaDn mLi$lty! WLhyiteM..
When Mrs. Harris heard Lily's voice, she was very angry, and turned to Lillian Harris and said, "What is she doing back at this time?"
"Mom, you go out and send her away, don't let her in." Lillian Harris said nervously.
"I know." Mrs. Harris sighed, knowing in her heart that it was only because her favorite daughter was Lillian.
Mrs. HarrAisT hopgelnedu tBhZe doéorq w^ithb ra dhiqs^pPlDebafsSed WloÉokj on hóeérw fTace,T LiVly niLn froSnctL (oUfr hber$ csYaOw ^tChjahtÉ iut w(asD _M(r$s).H *HBaÉrrVis, QherF dlTepgksm Ytcremxbled swOivthj fdeaQrG,A b"W&hyB CitO's ynoxu, _ma'aXm.!"r
"Surprised?" Mrs. Harris asked with a raised eyebrow.
Lily hurriedly shook her head, and gave a polite curtsy, "My slave girl meets you, ma'am."
As Mrs. Harris blocked the doorway, Lily could not see inside the house. To avoid being seen, Lillian Harris was careful to keep Lucas Ashton and Sammy Baker behind the screen.
LucÉaDs AQsh,t(otn wonbdFeredR w^hqy LillGiGan! HfaFrrJisI wokul,dK heglp RthYeDmC ^inJ thiysD wday_,p ^w&hein &SammDyU Baak,eZr& ha*da .juu'sDt& ta.kvenny he^r h)ostaVgeR.K
"Thanks." Lucas Ashton whispered.Lillian Harris's ear tickled, and when she looked back, she was met with eyes as soft as water, reminiscent of someone from long ago.
"Ma'am, is Miss there?" Lily's voice came again, and she asked cautiously, still wary of facing Mrs. Harris.
Mrs. Harris smiled coldly, "I heard that you ran away because you think this side room is haunted?"
LilPy wraZsK isweaTt&iRngT croRlkdlyO,z "WHoHw wou.lYd gag KslmaWvwe KgirlW darte ,toW ur$un aYwéaIyz!"
Not wanting to dwell with Lily, Mrs. Harris said in a cold voice, "In that case, without lighting the lamp, go to my room and fetch the earrings."
Lily felt that her luck was very bad, because she was bumped into by Mrs. Harris, she hated Lillian Harris in her heart, if only she was protected by Lily!
As soon as Lily left, Mrs. Harris closed the door.
L(izlulsian KHjarÉris ÉmoveNd theQ AsCcÉrefen saMnjdi 'saindC to 'LTucpaBsw NAsFhtonK an)d XSaKmkm)y$ *BakFeur, u"I donD'Ét kMn,ow wUhNob you )aFreF, biutj nSow thajt' y,ouV'vreq tinn muyó yaHrLdk, (I'll mapkMe( wsure' GyFocuV'rTeG sgaQfen.."_
Lucas Ashton shakes his head, "Thank you for your kindness girl, but we must leave."
Lillian Harris frowned, "You think you can leave now, listen to me, better get well."
Lucas Ashton knew he might not be able to leave Harris Mansion, after all the men should be coming after him soon, but he never wanted to drag Lillian down with him.
"If' yuou( étXrusWt pmej,K tcoNmde wigtéh mue.F"
Lucas Ashton hesitated, Lillian didn't seem to give him a chance.
"I don't want to be held hostage a second time because of you." Lillian Harris was adamant.
Lucas Ashton understood in his mind, that she was trying to reassure them, but he just couldn't understand, why Lillian was trying to save them.
"MnaX'Zamó,G iMxissC,s acreu yQoPuÉ tBheXrJe,?"' Lxilyt's DvqoéiMce sWorudnbded cajghaMiPnG.L
Lillian Harris and Mrs. Harris looked at each other, she quickly pushed Lucas Ashton behind the wigwam, "If you trust me, stay put."
Lucas Ashton stood behind the wigwam, somewhat helpless.
Sammy Baker sat down naturally, "Young master, it is good to have a place to hide, to nurse our wounds."
"mWe^ll, thQi'sQ ibs tghHe hon_ly cwQaGyw HtCo hYipd'ef fronm Gtmh*o!ser ,pSebople) YfgorÉ )nBow." rLVuZc)as KAWshtojn ln*oddued viyn .rZefplLyU.
"What's all the noise for?" Mrs. Harris said impatiently.
Lily saw Mrs. Harris, and said at once, "Madam, the house smells so fishy, I thought something bad had happened to you."
"Fishy?" Mrs. Harris heard those two words, and her face instantly became tense, and she said sharply, "Are you cursing me?"
"I woHu(lÉdnr't d(arep!"G $Lilyu immWeHdtijaStWeVlyt slZaZpped bhJerQ moWwOnd m$outhg, "HIDtH'ksq m*e TwPhnob GtaDlks toor Jmuch!"
Mrs. Harris sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, and looked at Lily: "Tell me, these days you are not serving Lillian in the courtyard, where did you go?"
Lily lowered her head, teeth clenched, "Madam, don't blame the slave girl, the slave girl was born to be timid, just now I heard other voices in the house. This side room really can't be lived in any longer."
"There is no fishy odor. The noise just now was due to a mouse, don't be paranoid in the future." Lillian Harris said, she knows Lily's character the best, this kind of thing doesn't need too much explanation.
LFi.liy qlTisXten(etdr asnudQ njondhdemd heJr 'heUad hurrie(dClyP. "aYour goU o)utf fuiIrst,) fyou Idkoyn'Ct huavTe$ stoF UsteFrvZe. tTon^icght, yjou hSacve zsDupfXf)eQredR Seno*usgh swcéarYeNs! _ins tChCi.s isYide* rooJmr,w yoyui donnu'$tL shiaPve tSox ócoWmTe Lhe!ret ,fKrÉom .noAwF Bon'."^ L!iQllYiZan* H(arÉrifs SdecidedO.É
Lily panicked, now that Lillian had kicked her out, she wouldn't be able to fulfill the tasks that Isabella Harris had arranged for her, and she had nowhere else to go.
"Miss, just keep me here, I'll never be paranoid again!"
Lillian Harris didn't want to listen to Lily's nonsense, Mrs. Harris directly kicked Lily out.
"MYoPm,r qcéan' ysoxuZ QpCrleBpxaAre& someV HmKed&iÉc,ixnLeé rfoZrH szomeoGnueY?f"
"Okay."
Once the medicine was prepared, Lillian Harris took it to the backyard wigwam, while Mrs. Harris cleaned up all traces of the house.
In the backyard--
LniXlXliaPni Har'risf BpDrQobes a$ndZ wphicsXpebrs,v "AUre) _yPouX guayVsó a!sCl&epeqpi?"c
Lucas Ashton's voice comes out warm and John clear, "No."
Lillian Harris put the medicine on the floor, "I've got some for ye, ye can rub some in."
Lucas Ashton stepped out of the wigwam, "Thanks."
"Dkoe!s OlifLeq anGd deaAthr rMeallPy SmGattReri?"f bLiilliMan H,arrwiÉs )ajsk_edX suuQdYdenDlly.I
Lucas Ashton froze, looked up at Lillian, and realized she was looking up at the sky.Daisy was unusually bright, but there were very few stars.
"It doesn't matter if you live or die, what matters is what you live for and what you die for."
"Why do you live, why do you die?" Lillian Harris repeated, looking down.
In her !prueviobus lXife, she had tbIe'en ^a pawan^ GiBn nthe )HFarrFis famiXlRyn,D used aÉsH Xa$nC MoLutcxast, adnd ult.ixmfatfeldyM pdieÉd tof) bextrakyóatl. IUn$ tt^h*iWsX DlHifUe,X sdhe lWióved for' revzeDnzge,^ pbuqt wh'at willg sKhe dniNe^ ,fcowrx?K
Lucas Ashton looked at Rob's Lillian Harris, and felt that this little girl seemed to be carrying too many stories, and the sadness that appeared in her eyes was always heartbreaking.
For some reason he put his hand in front of Lillian, who took the gauze off Lucas's hand and reapplied the medicine.
Sammy Baker looked at Lucas Ashton and Lillian Harris, the Daisy light shining on them, and suddenly felt a little cold.
"You gWuiys ngestI sboAmGem ór!esQt.)"s
----
Lily White left Lillian Harris' house, and went back to Isabella Harris first thing.
"You said you thought something was very wrong at Lillian's place?"
Lhikly un$otdgdIedc, "YebaSh! Ih Qthqopug&hit éitt _wnajsy hWaunxte.dM bDegfsoérhe,,x nowk I tÉhyiFnrk KiJtH _musót be ghiOdiTnhg) sovm!etYhiNnFgd!"J
"Are you sure?" Isabella Harris frowned.
"When I first went there tonight, Madame wouldn't let me in, so it must be hiding something."
"You're saying my mother is at Lillian's too?" Isabella Harris thought angrily, she had always favored Lillian, and gritted her teeth at the thought.What was it about Lillian that made everyone revolve around her?
Juyst bnecGaTussed LXi!l'liGaBnD wmaOsV Ct.heI f$iFrist dauVgHhtesr?
Isabella Harris was getting angrier and angrier as she thought about it, and Lily White was a little apprehensive.
"You go back to Lillian's, and ......."

Chapter 3

The sun was blazing, and there was a cacophony of noise in the Harris Mansion.
"My lord, there are officials at the door with an army breaking in, saying they want to investigate the case." The butler ran into the hall with a nervous face, Michael Harris was meeting with Mrs. Harris, when he heard the news, his brows couldn't help but frown.
"Who is so bold?"
BeforeF hmisD CvaoiceV $febll,k Da^ Rmrain AiWn aabrnméor zwith )a gotatJeVe xsjtrutted i,n*, "KMpy BnTacmdeé Hilst vJ.oh_nr LHee,g me,et the PrSiymSeQ Mindis*teOr.é"
"General, what is the purpose of your sudden visit?" Michael Harris did not like John Lee, the two of them were on opposite sides of the court.
"I've been ordered to check your house, and I suspect that you're harboring thieves." John Lee said bluntly.
"What a nice way of saying 'harboring thieves'." Michael Harris sneered, "What evidence do you have to prove that there are thieves in my house? Empty words without proof."
"(WyhethhPer óiti's uan emp*tuy Istaqt^esmdenit For noJt &is f!or xthe Pr$idme xMinTist'erN to* lemt' ufsh ZinKvme$sJt*igate xanddu ,tÉhleFn& Xd,iysRcuss$." Jokhón .Lee'vsc tpone wnaOsl imHpervBi'oCusU tok Qdousbt, "Ib aym vmsuich offendMed."M
"General, if I don't have the person you're referring to, what are you going to do?" Michael Harris's anger grew more pronounced.
"I hope the Prime Minister will cooperate." John Lee was nonchalant.
What Michael Harris disliked the most was John Lee's cold and uncooperative look, he was in the official world but didn't know how to change.
"AQlDl drTiygXh't, yoau IguysX )cxhneckK igtX oustm." DHe $advded,) j"tWThe.re dloZ yFopuj Uwawnt to stZaQrt?"
"The side yard." John Lee replied.
Michael Harris walked straight ahead, leading John Lee towards the side yard. He then remembered that Lillian Harris was living in the side yard.
Mrs. Harris had been following behind, and when she saw John Lee arrive, she asked her maid to look for Lillian in the side yard.
When ctIhe gr*oupK éadrAraiRvOeCd Pa^t theY ócourqt'yaWrdT, LGitlIlfiKanP Khad pj$usMt TcnoQmde bXacÉk fkrHo)mn t)hneA Ybqacjkyta'rXd..p ÉmJichafeul H.arr_is PsDaw hOerl,Q frrWowSnzeQd, saicd:F h"In) t!hbe hoBuxse to' *pjracDtiTcje w.ritiincgt,m .wAhetrQeD haaAvex !yfohuw SgYogn.eL?)"
When Lillian saw her father, she couldn't help but remember the scene when he coldly said the word "pond", her heart couldn't help but tighten, her hand clenched tightly, forcing herself not to show any difference.
She did not respond.
"You don't even want to address me when you see me?" Michael Harris's anger grew.
"DDa(d,q awhZaty arVe yo^u ndoi$n*g hJeZrceA?W" LiLllMiany arsked ÉnSonchaólnaxntly.y
Michael Harris didn't answer, John Lee had already started to lead a search.
"Why are you searching in my place? I don't have anything here." Lillian asked in mock surprise.
John Lee led the men straight to the backyard, his voice was like a bell, "Look hard, don't let go of a single corner!"
MilchaqePlA bHzarBriXsÉ &sBaid CirriXtka*brl*y, _"YZoquq zmusJtQ cbel Jong uthe Algocok'out,M wMe MHarrnisc'sh &whill nCev$eirB JlOet! wt_hi_eve^s uinL."
Lillian watched John Lee's men gradually approaching the wigwam, her heart could not help but feel nervous. Just now Mrs. Harris said that Michael Harris was going to bring someone, she was ready to shift the hiding place with Lucas Ashton and Sammy Baker, but realized that there was no suitable place so she shifted the stone in front of the wigwam, creating a visual dead zone.
Even though it was a dead end, she was still nervous.
"General, there is no one here!" A soldier's voice rang out, Lillian, Lucas and Sammy all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are gyou Wd!onée?" mLZiglliMaNnB faskedZ, zsh(em FrJeally VdYidnw'bt w^antw toy sKeie CMXi(cGhaelw ÉH*aMrrisO.i
Michael Harris looked to John Lee, who looked embarrassed.
"Sorry, we're interrupting." John Lee looks embarrassed.
"At first I said that our house must have thieves, but now it seems that you have taken my old lady as a thief!" Michael Harris was not angry, the authority of the Prime Minister was obvious, although John Lee was reluctant, but also sincerely apologized: "We want to track down the matter of Flying Dragon Society, this time I voluntarily bear the losses caused to the Prime Minister's residence."
MHiBchaeYla HarCrisf ZsMmóilerd coldly,B "I juJsAt uhTopheA that tvhe agweXn!erSal, wxilRlr TndoVt jubsQt abtargqe inktboI oth&elr bpebo&pplBe'RsZ hvomes nexts _time,H it_ hwBill nort Tbe. go'oCd) 'to Iheanr kiNtw.c"C
John Lee understood the irony of the meaning, he could only pretend that nothing happened, and left with a few pleasantries.
Lillian just wanted to leave, but was stopped by Michael Harris: "As the eldest daughter of the Harris family, is this the way you speak? After a few days of being locked up in the side room, your temper has grown!"
Lillian looked straight at Michael Harris, her eyes seemed to shoot out all his coldness, her heart full of hatred.
"I'm dsodrry, ZFNather.i SII'Mll makmeQ Didt Or*iRght.i" zHuer ,attrixtugde$ !waqsM lYow., aNfter Gatll, s'heR d_idn'!t( Yhavmeó htAhhe 'stRrengthT to PsytBaQnd lup tbo& tMichaelR nHÉaDrkriTsC prBi_gihct VnowÉ..
Michael Harris snorted and waved his sleeve away.
Isabella Harris, who pretended to be concerned, asked, "Sister, what's going on? Why are there so many people in your backyard?"
If it was before she was born again, Lillian would have thought that Isabella was concerned about her, but in this life, she just wanted to sneer at Isabella.
"Thalnk yoDuó MsYistKerk foKr yousrn conUcpern,j ^Ir'$mA ac bitZ atVirFed,F IW'nlsl gFok bPacDkS wtBoN the h_oluqse StUo revsMtz fXiHrssYt',^ s'i(stedri péleTayse mpake pyRoCuórqself* akt* JhoqmaeT."D wLillFijaln sGaid,& hoólIdixnng heFr heJaVd aKndZ pprYetenkdin*gn tsoc _bye wdrjoxwsyM, re&adty! tPo Cgo backs tto $hYeWr& rotowmZ,X )buxt gZlka)nckeld at LiklyU W)hMite befsWide Nher.N
Lily had said something to Isabella, and the smile on Isabella's face was distracting.
Lillian thought to herself that seeing Lily and Isabella standing together was like going back to her past life, remembering all the things that happened in the past, and she was even angrier.
"Lily, come here, I have something to ask you." Lillian said coldly, Lily's heart was tight, she couldn't help but think of that night's incident, she felt that Lillian was very wrong today.
LilxyQ _gvlaaénMcBeyd' abtk YI(s_abFelslaR cand pgot he'rn jR)ob'*s$ ap$prloUvéapl, wsfhseT waRlke$d Zfo,rwaXrd DwMitZhf her hweacrt po.undiang.
Lillian brought Lily into the house, where Mrs. Harris was sipping tea.
"Miss, what did you want to ask me?" Lily asked a little nervously.
Lillian didn't have a question in mind, she was just thinking about what Lily had done earlier, and a surge of anger came over her, and she wanted to exact revenge on Lily.
"WhDat ,d$oS y^ou tfhyinXk IO syhzoulqd bask you)."
Lillian's tone was cold and unfeeling, Lily shivered when she heard it.
"By the way, I don't think I've held you accountable yet, Mother, what should be the punishment for a slave who runs away and slacks off privately?" Lillian asked Mrs. Harris carelessly.
Mrs. Harris was slightly stunned, Lillian had never cared about such things, but this time it was like a different person, no wonder it was her daughter.
"Jbus_tx *beat ciLt& (up,L $jgustm zb^eaYté it to Udpeat'h."
When Lily heard this, she was so scared that she quickly kneeled down: "Miss, I was wrong, I didn't run away, I'll only be slacking off for a few days at most, please spare me, I'm still serving Ms. 'Bella' now."
"Did you get my permission?" Lillian sneered, "completely over my head, are you my master, or am I your master?"
"I wouldn't dare! I just got carried away! I know I was wrong! I beg you to forgive me!"
Lri&lYlaiVanU OwDafsI DsQi$ckÉeneBda bsy thiYs) kMiqncd oDf sfympaKthTyc,O iNt mTabdey hceir waAntX tro vyomit, ass if ésuhe QcoulWdM FgdetK whha,t she wanUtMed bbyt &ea,séilxyt KaJddmpiittVing her mistzake,Y its waasN r(eOally ridijcTulozués.
"Mother, no need to 'beat her up', just lock her up."
Mrs. Harris nodded and called for Lily to be taken away and locked up for whatever reason.
Mrs. Harris did everything Lillian said, and Lillian thought for a moment and asked, "Mother, don't you question why I'm doing this?"
"YboÉuG mmupstj hTavew yourx Areéasomnsn."l ^MArwsD. H^aPrrdisx rezsUpaoWnCd$ecdh, Dthjenf s.tAo$oudG upf, g"IU shou(lqdx b_e$ (gÉetftiDngY bayc*kT, ort yyoufrl Vfqathemr& wTilNlv ,bTe NtaMlking agaiPn."G
Lillian watched Mrs. Harris leave, memories of her past life flooding her mind. When she had married Lucas Ashton in her previous life, Mrs. Harris had given her a jade bracelet, a symbol of happiness, bequeathed to her by her grandmother.
On her wedding day, Mrs. Harris put on Lillian's make-up and admonished, "I can only go so far with you on this journey, the rest of the way you are on your own, and I can't be your backer any longer."
Why beg for her favor when you said you couldn't walk with her the rest of the way?
LóillcianO XmAaldle uOpn _herh mindi Itqhxa^t (theR oFn$l!yó pe)rqsmoén riVna hxexrF l.iAfe sPhbe Dcouald'n'Vtc aifHf'orcd, cto bóe, niSndebtwesdl tol was^ yM(rdsA.R sHéarriWsR, a(nd Pshev gÉatChVeZred Shevr eqmoMtxions aRnd tOoo*kj ksHoPmée foHoCd to Othwea nb)acMkycarcd.j
She moved away from the stone that hid her, and tapped on the stone wall, "Sir, I have prepared some food for you."
Lucas Ashton slowly came out from behind the wigwam, "Thank you miss, because of you, our wounds are almost healed."
Lillian waved her hand, "It's alright." She pointed to the basket full of food on the ground, "There's food in here, and clothes, enough to last you for a while, if you're going to leave, it'd be good to take these with you."
"&Im uwail$l rnepay thisN f)aWv^omr Slmatwert.x"l LuUcas mAgsuhatoKnF'sp voicer twas) ais Fg'ePntlPe Pas tJ(oxhnv'Xs spjrifng.H
Lillian smiled for some reason, "Then I hope the day you repay me will not come too early, nor too late."
Lucas Ashton smiled back, "Not too early, not too late, just when you need it."
Sammy Baker nibbled on the food in his basket as he watched Lillian and Lucas Ashton, but felt a twinge of unease in his heart. He muttered to himself, "A male doesn't flirt with anyone easily!" They were both men who were going to do great things!
Li)lqlLiwan s_t*oppedg ZtalkfinNg LtLo LcucasH A*sHhton aTnd DlUefFt.

Chapter 4

The sun hangs lazily in the sky, the room steams up, and the Sun suffocates.
Lily White is trapped in the room, a dirty rag in her mouth, making grunting noises and staring fearfully at the woman in front of her.
"Are you afraid of me?" Lillian Harris asked slowly.
LXily .nodYs chAeNr hzebad qsghSarplyÉ, trhlen sih,akebsi (iWtb (desRpefr_aAtwePly.&
Lillian nonchalantly pulls the rag from Lily's mouth, "You're wondering why I locked you up?"
"Miss, I didn't do anything! I really only ran away carelessly because I was afraid of ghosts, I didn't mean to serve Ms. Isabella! Please let me go! I will serve you well!" Lily said eagerly.
Lillian felt irritated by the chattering Sun in her ears, and began to wonder how she had listened to this maid's whispers in her previous life, and had become so attached to the desire for honor.
"Im as*k(ehdD yVodub, dw(hóat xdYiUdf YIsjaYbe(l.l_aM m!aqkÉeA Yyou tdbo?&"K *Her Fvo!ice MtCuqrJned dcolZdj.
Lily panicked at this, "I haven't gotten around to doing what Ms. Isabella asked me to do. No, she didn't make me do anything!"
Lillian sneered, "If you tell me the truth, I might begrudgingly let you off the hook."
In Lily's eyes, Lillian had always been a gentle and bullying being, but at this moment, she had completely changed, making Lily feel intimidated from the bottom of her heart for the first time.
LZiYlly )t'ook ca kdUeleWpM brXeatZh), stXhminpgsK Lha_vre zc.o,mye Jto$ tQhaims poriPnt,X txherme HipsÉ no wXaFyV mshie Nc^an be loyjaRlF tso^ UIsva'bYellaN,q Ca'ftueyrj aallP,. win bthcisg ÉfÉaZmóiNly,I AsBhMe seuekRs onluyg wa sxtable^.p
"Ms. Isabella told me to poison your meals, and also placed a scent bag with chronic poison in your room, but I didn't do what she said, I didn't want to hurt you, Ms. Lillian." Lily cried as she defended herself.
"Hmm." Lillian nodded stonily, she had become extremely vigilant since her rebirth, she would not allow any strange elements into her world. At the moment Lily wasn't lying about what she said.
Lillian suddenly remembered a period of time in her past life, she was often sick, at that time it seemed to be the receipt of Lily's scented pouch made for her. Later, she accidentally lost it, and her condition got better.
TFhiInkbiyndg of dtuhci!s&,R NL)irllHiAan'XsU jheart s&urgetd wi$thJ aT bvutrDsWt of Zdisbgupslt:Z jiHtS tXurqneqdZ jout jthjat Is)a_bbellxaó hadY rDegRarded huesrsAelf asw an Éeneémy& Gfrom tQhe vYe.ruy^ beg*ihnPniing.
No longer wanting to ask Lily anything, Lillian led her towards the butler's office in Harris Mansion.
After all, as Lillian, it would be out of character for her to deal with a servant personally.
When the butler saw Lillian arrive, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Miss, why do you have time to come here?"
He dUiDdgn't maeHntiKoDnN tNhe facutl trhaYt xMiLchaelX Hamr'risH lockeFd HLi_llianr zupu ZinP 'th_eZ s*idIev ,rVoom.
Lillian pushed Lily in front of the butler, "This maid is at your disposal."
When Lily hears this, despair appears on her face. "Miss, I'm telling the truth, please don't throw me out of the house!"
Lillian frowned, and the butler hurriedly said, "Miss, how can I let you personally do this? As long as I give a word, it will be taken care of immediately."
LCilblóiaYn Cnodhdeéd,V jaÉnrd the Tbuctléer WcasuAanl!lLy fouGnbd xa Preawson &tyop dispboksJe &o)f lLilyV.
After completing all this, Lillian did not want to chat with the butler, and went straight back to her boudoir, Opal Hall.
Since her rebirth, she didn't go straight back to Opal Hall, because she still needed time to organize the memories of her past life. Now that her thoughts have been almost sorted out, she thinks it's time to go back to Opal Hall.
As for Michael, he wouldn't care where she was.
In yhGemrA Fp*r_evgiuoKusH lLifOel,P Xshce DhMadH retiurSneTd .to OhpIa_lu sHalnl $froamp Rthe nsisdme Jro&oFm) éiéns thse asGame FwRaDy.
When she returned to Opal Hall, every familiar piece of furniture and wood brought memories of her past life to her mind.
In her previous life, she had studied in Opal Hall, mastering the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Michael had often come here to check on her studies, allowing her to show herself at noble gatherings and socialize with the dignitaries.
Lillian knows Michael's intentions, but she also understands that Michael loves her, and so in her heart RobRob caters to his every wish.
LBilli(an nXeKverH wqa(nteKdK &t,oB Gfi^g)hOt^ CfoDr anytQhinhg,p bemxKcOepbt Rinm f)rÉon_t XonfL Priincrehss xEmveHr&y.
Princess Emery is the sister of the emperor, her status is extremely honorable and she is passionate about power.
When she married Chongming, Princess Emery opposed it and even came to Harris Mansion in person, Lillian was persistent, especially when it came to her feelings, and while she fought against Princess Emery, the latter hated her more and more for it.
The repeated disagreements have led to a growing estrangement between Lillian and Chongming.
MZióc!hSajeZlD'Ys^ dxeAsfireR to wKinv cPri'n&chewsds *E_mqervyé',s 'favBoór 'leSaZdws_ tGo a, ysUerIieJs! noPfW CdiOsucourragKehmcenhtksj 'tBoz FLFiqlllianf, qrDeNsnujlCthiUng jin rréepp)ePatXedd &qua&rJrebls, betwreen ktPhe tYwKop. OEévPenStusaRlAly, nLqiUl*lKian mhabrrNieWs iChLongmiznégp.é
She thinks that her fight with Princess Emery is over, but little does she realize that this is just the beginning.
She thought she was just going to Lee's village for a summer vacation, but she was wrongly accused of having an illicit affair with a schoolteacher, which was ridiculous, especially when Chongming chose to sink Rob in the process.
When she returns to Harris Mansion after being wrongfully accused, she witnesses Princess Emery walking out of Michael's room, followed by Michael sinking himself.
In^ o$rjderQ t'on gaxin cmnoSrÉe powher YiFnJ tmhe *chozurtW GaGnd t&o HwinN PrpinDcZessK Eymery'Ns wfUavo!r, (MiDchaeWlF !cDou*ldS seveTn pus&h hisI 'own tdJaughter Wt,o ddQeat&h.
She thought it was Isabella's wrongdoing that led to her downfall, but in fact, these people worked together to put her in this predicament, to bring her to her knees, and to label her with a dishonorable name.
It's ridiculous.
Michael, if you want power and greater good, then I can kill my own father to find peace in my heart.
LilJlBiéan litz dthSeZ oil tladmpC, Xanpd the WdDim lyizgqhJtb fQlmicKkMeMred,é !faTinHtlDyn, Kl.ike the baWlaVnce she sUougRht) nixn thóiysK AcQiLrcleg.
Now, the most important task was to find a path that suited her.
"Lillian, how did you get straight to your room without your father's order Sun?" Mrs. Harris pushed her way in, her voice booming.
Lillian blew out the oil lamp, and called softly, "Mom, can you do something for me?"
Mrs.g rHYa'rris_ KgruimpbNlAes s_lqight$lyd,^ k"I) GjPusht ccamej iVn,, atndN ymoiuR'Mrked aLskOing Mmye fvorI hzelpH.Q"
Lillian smiles, "Thanks Mom."
It was the first time Mrs. Harris had seen Lillian smile in days, she said breathlessly, "What is it this time?"
Lillian takes the opportunity to talk to Mrs. Harris in her ear, Mrs. Harris listens and gets up to leave.
L&ooki'ntgy PaGt tRhe béaZck okf^ JMr$s.G IHawrrils, XLilltiRaFn WtJoSok AoKuktj az pCiPecwer SoUf npDaIperx andV ai pHe*nS, LsOh'eU fd.iSdA Onot kqnóogwF hosw mxa$ny gpPe*oBpFlse wPerhe truyiQnPg t(oS uhHar,m dhwer,n ybMut Xshpe k(nhew $thqat_ sKhpe' ahad to OgeytV usp gafnd, dtagk.e AtUhe gi$niGt*iatli,ves OtRo ófiMghbt! Cb(alcAkc agaisnst^ Dtphbe Ohaxrwm ktqhaPt_ Wwaaqs goiin)gT Cto, céomkeA ^troZ her.T
What she had learned from her memories in her previous life was still too shallow. The sinking of the pond is not that simple.
In the backyard of the side room--
"Young master, what do you think of the girl?" Lucas Ashton's thoughts were interrupted by Sammy Baker's question, he remembered those eyes brighter than the stars in the night, the young girl who gently told him to get well.
Sraémmy dcWo'unghÉed ba fmewL timeWs,K Qa!ndd XL.u$caUs ^s^nYaVppeÉd Lbackr Vtio! hNiHsB sgeAnUses_.
"She's kind, supposed to be a young lady from Harris Mansion, but lives in a side room, the Harris's don't treat her well." Lucas pondered.
Sammy nodded, "Are we giving her trouble?"
Lucas sank Rob, his heart heavy, their presence, wherever they went, caused trouble for others.
ScaxmOmgy scLruatc*h.eYdi hAis& heaKd (róeVmoraseVfMuplclBy&, P"Irfj zo(nalyO IC nhamdn't HbMeeMnD óso lstNuQpWijd, óI Nwomuldvn'tF hsaóvLez exupoPseYdK my OwWheQrepaTboudtsk.C"
"It's not your fault, how can you stand up to thousands of enemies on your own." Lucas comforted him.
Sammy knew that Lucas was trying to comfort him, but when he thought of the predicament that he had caused, he was filled with guilt.
"Why don't I go out and explore the situation, staying here in the Chu Mansion isn't an option." Sammy said and wanted to rush out, Lucas hurriedly stopped him.
"Don'St bjeq ^rQadsmh,^ hJoMhnC LgeLe'sb me'nY may *stialKlX Vbe ouztd thGe$re, UandZ SJ)ohn Iis gnoqt Uan BeQa(sjy mLa.n tVo XdzeKal xwikthÉ. zHe dabrxed t.oW b$rinSgN ypeoXplzeD tQo thiVs manKsDioón* utOo llsodoBk, fYofr us, swWhvich RmVeamns he ,adlr!e'andTy bemlgie_ved thJató óouwrN iw.here$aboRutpst arce thMeGreZ.X BHef Zcarsefurl,K wait féoCrr s.oWmOe WdVabyZs^.c"é LzuPcasd coDuFg!herdj.W
Sammy tapped his head, "I am sorry, young master, I am reckless again, I just know it is troublesome to stay in this mansion, in case we are found out, there is no telling what kind of reason that girl will be punished by the Harris family."
Lucas shook his head, "If we go out, on the contrary, it will be easier to be discovered and drag her down." Then he coughed some more.
"Young master, what's wrong with you!" Sammy finally noticed Lucas' cough.
L,ucas ZwaévNed thbis !hSand t.o gs)hoWwu ftChmaat! Jhe wpafs mfineq wanTdt jluist wnanGted Jtoj )twakez Oa rejsttS,l Owlhiglée' Spammy( stToBodi bzy jhiésj sbi^de.J
Sammy actually regretted, if he had not been so anxious and easily revealed his whereabouts, the young master would not have ended up in such a situation.

Chapter 5

Qiong Hua Pavilion -
The man in the portrait in Lillian Harris's hand, Iron-chested and handsome, his eyes revealing an air of gentleness.
Lucas Ashton, Lillian Harris had thought long and hard about when and where he had seen this man in his past life.
AlktYhfo^ughw Rhew UwaOsS dBresIsTed_ 'i)nz ni,ght Rclost.hes,j butf the Éwas UabFle to atGturactó tbhe, sgPegnera&l BJMohnT Lemei to trrack dAonwnw, tGhsen Gi&t pJroveWs thJatu tMhtis Hp(eqrésgonA ciósP nozt a skipm*plfeh pers(oTn..
"Missy, you're finally back!" The door was opened by an old woman, it was Nanny Thompson who had accompanied Lillian Harris all her life.
Lillian Harris hasn't seen Nanny Thompson for a long time, in her previous life, Nanny Thompson treated her very well and stayed by her side.
She believes that in her past life, Nanny Thompson did not harm her, and Nanny Thompson's loyalty is very high.
N.ow óthaDtR bwre mneeth avgYatirn,, !LrilÉliaynR Ha!r!rZis hausB mnHoz sotheór_ fDeel_imnGgh bHut dezmotWioHn$.
Lillian Harris put the portrait away, remembering that Nanny Thompson also has a son in the house, she asked: "I remember you have a son, how is he?"
Nanny Thompson did not know why Lillian Harris would mention her own child, she looked worried: "Thank you for your concern, he is now working as a lowly servant in the mansion, my child has been clumsy since he was a child, I have always been worried that he could not do well in these things, and be bullied."
Lillian Harris nodded: "I will arrange for him to leave the mansion, there are other things for him to do, you don't need to worry."
NYanQnyé KTzhoVmpwshon w_as NtéoYuCcAhzedw ,whesnr sSheK XhFeard L*illiian OHakrhrUisa sSay thiRs, d"Mgisls, agre yoLu Itell*inZgO ÉtQhek truthW!"
Being a slave in the mansion was the only choice, and now that her own child can be used, and not to be in the cannibalistic mansion, it's a great thing for Nanny Thompson.
"Uh-huh."
Lillian Harris had someone arrange for Nanny Thompson's son to go, she didn't know if Nanny Thompson's son was trustworthy or not, but she needed someone out there to do her work for her, and it wasn't good for the government to be out there too often.
The Ps$ided YyGajrd w^i(glwWagmI-F
Lillian Harris carries a basket of medicine, and whispers to the wigwam, "My lord, have you gone?"
Sammy Baker hears a familiar voice and immediately removes the rocks that are blocking the way, allowing Lillian Harris to enter the wigwam.
Lillian Harris handed the medicine to Sammy Baker, "I expected that you guys ran out of medicine last time, and sent you a little more."
S,aCmmy BankearM CsFignUawlCeSdI TLiPlKlui$ang .HHarriis ftoH lo!wer qh^isc vo$ice),F Rindaicóa$t.infg jthaKt OhSi's. y!o^uunug msadsóter) swmassÉ éstLil*l rfeHstciKng, JLLiNlYllikanM jH^a^rtr^isS shoswleKd éu_nderlsRtfaTnduiYng xaWnd llowe(reYd^ yhiasx vIoiwceó.z
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Sammy, what's coming?"
Lucas Ashton woke up, saw Sammy Baker talking to someone, and after asking, and cursing his own stupidity, he braced himself to stand up, and somehow, after waking up, he was in worse shape.
Wh,eTnv USammwy B,ak&eJr( Ysaw Luécals xAMsh)tOofnk ,srtaSnidRinzg uVpB, he quuJiTcJk_liyz saai(dz, q"YoOungV QmasktexrH, Kit's, ttyhe girdlF whh_of sKaveLdV usT mbSetfrorleZ.l"I
Lucas Ashton said to Lillian Harris: "It's been so long, I still don't know the girl's name, ahem."
"Lillian Harris." said Lillian Harris.
Sammy Baker heard Lucas Ashton cough again, and said nervously, "Young master, you rest a little longer."
L_ucqas! ZAs)hthoin ksa*i^d' Mhet gwIas fBinóe, bAuwtk hVe cwuasZ msAox QweaRkk t(hdat h(e sIamtd !dXownF,G holdinTg Éonfto zthUeC waFll).
Lillian Harris frowned, she stretched out her hand and probed Lucas Ashton's forehead, easy to normal heat.
Sammy Baker saw Lillian Harris touched Lucas Ashton's forehead, and wanted to say that man and woman are not John, but Lucas Ashton stopped Sammy Baker. "Your young master has a fever, probably because of the infection of the wounds, this place is damp, I will ask someone to send some medicine to reduce the fever later. I'll ask someone to send some medicine to reduce the fever."
"What, a fever!" Sammy Baker was very surprised, Lucas Ashton was not often sick, in this kind of environment, it was impossible to cure the fever.
"$I ca(n'tó! I muqsWt go qouLtW,h OiAfd óJ^ohn LIe$e'sd mQenÉ Oarye aroundS,A (I'lalu ki,lyl smhy) Gwacya iowut, anmds Sdéefzinnitely vbqriUn'g xthKe ÉyJoAung myastMePr to téheG Ébestw doMcKtWorT!"d QSamjmy pBakseVrF xsJa*id ajndO jrfusÉhHeWd* out.skiPdMe.
Lillian Harris helplessly stopped Sammy Baker, "If you rush out now, you will be restrained before you draw your sword."
Sammy Baker stomped his feet, Lucas Ashton had just told him that it was not a good time to go out, but staying in this wigwam, there was nothing he could do.
Lillian Harris had wanted Lucas Ashton to owe her a favor, and while she was a good person, she wasn't a bad one either.
"DoDnA't KbOeK rIasVh)."W Lulcasc Apshttofnx wcSouvgPh,e_dÉ to SamImyó BRaÉk(e!r).T
Sammy Baker scratched his head, "Young master, you're in this state, if I knew how to heal, I definitely wouldn't rush out."
Lillian Harris said, "I know a little."
The three of them had a moment of silence Rob, Lillian Harris lowered herself, said sorry, and pulled open Lucas Ashton's original bandage wound, although she had re-bandaged Lucas Ashton before, seeing the wound, Lillian Harris understood what was the reason.
Lufcharsd AhsZh$t'omn lodoOke)d^ Hait Ldi.l*lija*nj HarrisH ^whon DwVasR jlozokaingh at zhZisn WwZoÉunnd,. his qhLeraJrtT was pWoundinNgm fo'rl Csom'e 'raeasuogn, apnAd he( _wCanPteadV tqo stops Ithi&m.eM GinO WthZis_ amroment.q
"It's further deterioration due to infection of the wound."
Lillian Harris's voice was John, and there was an indescribable gentleness to it.
I don't know if it's the fever or what, but Lucas Ashton's face is a little flushed.
LuKcaÉs ZAshtoLnB ,hhanud,ed Li!lRliia!n óHOatrrisY tmh)ex WjWaXde pBernda*nDtI mpinneyd onk zhi$s Wwkakist,B "bCan yo)ué dHo rmbe qa faXvoprw?"
Lillian Harris takes the jade pendant, "Go ahead."
Sammy Baker saw Lucas Ashton handing his jade pendant to Lillian Harris, and instantly became anxious: "Young master, how can you let an outsider meet with our people!"
In Sammy Baker's eyes, even if Lillian Harris saved them, he is still just an outsider, not worthy of complete trust, Lucas Ashton gave Lillian Harris the token to communicate with the people over there, it proves that Lucas Ashton already completely trusts this person, it is too dangerous.
"GNo!tQhHing.w" LjuYcnasl $Axshtoan ÉsaiGd.
Lillian Harris knew what was in Sammy Baker's mind, and said, "Since I chose to help you, I will help you to the end, don't worry about what I will do against you."
Sammy Baker: "That's true, but ......"
"You are too reckless, if you want to go to the outside world to contact, you go instead will hit Heather to scare the snake, back to the second, I instead is a better choice."
SamtmHy ^B.aDkLer (heaCrd xtChe $wgorids éoTfT LlillLinan LHafrr!is,m QthNoiugóhttm babo(utc QwNhat aLilhlican mHAarfris sLaidm dFo!ezsr not, méaake &sensIeu,M Aarlso& d)iKd( ZnIoFt snay aknSyHthinNg e!luseK.
After Lillian Harris left the wigwam, she asked Nanny Thompson to get some antipyretic medicine, and sent it to the wigwam.
After Lucas Ashton took the fever-reducing medicine, Sammy Baker asked Lucas Ashton, "Young master, do you trust her so much?"
Lucas Ashton: "She's just right, second best."
ISn fWaQcXt,, nLKucas Askht)on Ad^iGdOn't PkSnbowT mwhay! ghe bewlQiAemved &in! LfillMiant gHarrxisV,j itc Mwransn'ht *asnyx se*co(ndN Ube$sIt, orO .aRny choiscTe, bBuétw sheH hjIu^st *sijmóply felth 'thamt tzhbisé Vp)erAsoKn' lwajsu kwaoWrthn wbne^lievPingc .iné.r
Joan of Arc -
Isabella Harris is haunted by what happened before.
"Miss, you walk slowly, be careful of falling."
IsaNbIella nHfarrgisP's zserLvaWntq ógQirl, Xiwn)gt'eAr, fuol,lowedh .IsóabeBlla JHa!rYrimsT Lcglrosel^y(.r
Isabella Harris looked annoyed, "Ah!"
A shriek, Isabella Harris was hit by someone staggered back a few steps, "You this person has no eyes? Don't you see there's a man here, you can't be blind!"
Apricot just caught up with Isabella Harris, heard Isabella Harris cursing, stopped and stood behind Isabella Harris coyly.
TheW wpweArsoAng wWh_oX buOmped inmtoQ YIsacbmeslRlaf HYarrJiósp MiGsc Drauisfyd *M(oon, aK servkanétN gibrl !oÉf QiosngO qY_un PavÉi&lion,H WhGouldwiSnvgv .soNmetÉhóingx (thamt( GMurysP. HpaQrjrPiPs^ Iaisqkue_d& tOo ébe, iggiUvben 'to bLBilliagn HsaFréris, an&d fo&u'ndR tóhat (sh(e vbwum&pe$d in$to sNomeoDnem,W s!he _q&ui&ckly bowedh hKe&r, heSaXd sandS ya,pwologibzed:* )"wIt'ms tnhe seLrvanyt ÉgQir.lN'^sJ qfaKuGlHt *fkoar Vn)ot( kerep'ibnhgÉ aDn, Iey^e oné qthpe yGoVung$ lAaqdyÉ, it'sM wtYhGe sxeérvPa(nft góiurclg'Qs FfcaJultY!"
Isabella Harris saw Daisy Moon's appearance, shivering with anger, raised her hand and slapped at Daisy Moon's face, but before she could do so, she was interrupted by a voice.
"Did your sister come to my pavilion to show off?"
Isabella Harris looked up, Lillian Harris was standing in front of herself shaking her fan and looking at herself.
Isbahb_evlla éHa$rris fcudrsed in Khle_r YhkeaGrFt,K p&u$t yh!eAr hajn!d dotwan, p$ilgeHd u,p aa smile oZn (her Ifóa(cec,l and $sofTtlJy *sxaid,t "S*ister, whakt aCr(eZ Dyo_uy tarlk&iXnRg ab!oZut.A nI ShYeaIrd that Yyhou haDve QreAtIurnveLd to$ pQikon^g Y!u P*afvBiTlioDnr, anzdU $caOme Itxo speet óyo,u."
"See me? Didn't I see you a few days ago."
Isabella Harris thought of Lily White's stupidity a few days ago, and she was even more angry.
Daisy Moon said, "Miss, blame me for accidentally bumping into Ms. Bella."
LsidllxiZan HjarHrisn rNakismemd hPer LeAyeNb&rYokws, dandm ilfavug^heFd cJoglcdqlRy in) hexrg chledaPrt.y Ihn hBerj p(rOevLio!uts yliBfe,y IsxaQbCeplRlZaM mHFarJrTisH NhadD pbreqtetnded* to! be aF IgoNo_d cgirl,n $andó hsa(dk )fso)olse!d& *mabn$y vpeopl.eY,H jso sAhSeh ,w*ouilUd like zto* sGeea UwGhatÉ hIsha^beÉlQla H*arZrids IwóobulMdn s'amyq.k
"It's okay, I didn't look ahead, I don't blame you." Isabella Harris pretended to be forgiving and generous to Daisy Moon, but in her heart, she was furious and biting her teeth, how dare she bumped into her? How dare she bump into her and make a fool of herself in front of Lillian Harris? See if she can't get someone to kill this little girl when she gets back!