However, if time could go back, Yan thought, she would still choose to separate from Gao Mutou.

Because, whether or not the wishes in her heart were fulfilled, at least she had strived for it and had no regrets.

If An Bingfeng had not returned here again, her life might just have been simply living peacefully with Gao Mutou.

But unknown to everyone, from the first day An Bingfeng appeared, she had been continuously hating herself, hating why she remarried into the Gao Family.

If not, even if he didn’t want her, she could at least have still been his wife in name and had the right to love him.

But after remarrying, she completely lost that right.

Even ordinary families would find it hard to accept a woman without innocence, let alone that he is now the Prime Minister; naturally, his brothers aren’t short of women, they certainly wouldn’t look at her as a withered flower.

"Mother doesn’t owe me, she will never owe me." This woman is strong yet fragile, but she gave her life, no matter how bitter or difficult, she never thought of abandoning her.

So, what right does An Ning have to feel that she owes her?

Yan finally smiled in relief.

In this life, whether it’s joy or pain, regret or remorse, she no longer thinks about it or remembers it.

The rest of her life, she would guard the peace he left her and live on just like that.

As for Xiaoniu, even if she wasn’t a good mother, he was still a part of her.

As long as Gao Mutou didn’t mind, let Xiaoniu stay in Taohua Village, so she could see her child anytime and be somewhat at ease.

The fear is, if Gao Mutou remarried, when someone else takes charge of the household, her son might be completely separated from her.

While Yan was thinking like this, she suddenly felt a pain in her neck.

Immediately before losing consciousness, she could clearly feel An Ning’s weak body gradually sliding down.

And she herself was already losing consciousness and couldn’t support her to prevent her from falling.

When An Ning awoke again, she found herself in a pitch-black place.

It was dark all around, unable to see the surroundings clearly, only when she looked up, she could see there seemed to be an iron grate above, with a large golden lock hanging from it.

Was she put into a dungeon?

Don’t ask her why she knew, because she’d seen TV dramas; the scene before her was too similar to what was depicted in them.

Oh yes, she remembered being in Yan’s arms before she lost consciousness.

Now, as she lingered in this sunless dungeon, she wondered where Yan had gone!

Thinking this, An Ning looked up at the faint light coming through the cage-like place and suddenly shouted: "Hey, is anyone there?"

However, no one responded to her.

Until she saw a shadow pass by, she realized there were people above; they just didn’t want to acknowledge her.

An Ning was stubborn; when no one paid her attention, she immediately cupped her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice, yelling

"Is anyone there, is anyone there, is anyone there... is anyone alive..." The voice echoed throughout the dungeon.

Yet, inside, everyone continued with their work as if nothing had happened.