After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Let my son go..."

Just when the atmosphere on the scene was at a stalemate, there were still some spies in the mansion who had already known that Princess Sheng'an was showing off her power and even dragged her own life, her precious son Tong Wencai, out of the resentment. Li Yue'er, who originally wanted to settle the matter peacefully and was unwilling to take the lead, could no longer sit still.

Regardless of her haggard face, Li Yue'er almost crawled over with the help of her personal maid.

As Li Yue'er staggered, she saw her son Tong Wencai with a knife held to his neck, and she was immediately frightened out of her wits.

She hurriedly protected her son and pushed Franklin away with force. Li Yue'er stared at Li Shiliu with her eyes wide open.

"Princess Sheng'an, please don't go too far. Wencai is at least the second young master of the mansion, and the legitimate master of the mansion.

If you want to establish your authority, it's fine if you mess with the servants in the mansion, but why do you threaten your own brother-in-law with a knife?

"With such behavior, Princess, aren't you afraid of being cursed by the world?"

Li Shiliu looked at the old hen Li Yue'er protecting her cubs, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile with a hint of sarcasm and disdain. She said softly: "Madam Li, you came at the right time, otherwise I would have sent someone to invite you too."

Li Yueer frowned, feeling uneasy, but she still asked, "What does the princess want to see me for?"

Li Shiliu's eyes flashed with a sharpness, and she said firmly: "This princess has just arrived, so I have to get familiar with the people in this mansion. Today, I will gather all the servants in the mansion and let them know who will be the master of this mansion in the future."

Hearing this, Li Yue'er's heart suddenly sank. She knew that Li Shiliu was trying to establish her authority. But she still pretended to be calm and said, "I understand. I will arrange everything."

However, Li Shiliu's next words made her face change drastically. Li Shiliu said slowly: "I just didn't expect that when I asked someone to call out the names according to the roster of this mansion, twelve people were missing for no reason.

Moreover, these twelve young girls were all servants and maids who worked in the courtyard of the second young master Tong Wencai, and had signed a contract to sell themselves. They had been in the mansion for less than a year and were rough servants and maids who served in the same room.

Li Yue'er's eyes flickered and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She stammered, "How could this happen...I know nothing about this!"

Li Shiliu looked at her panic and sneered in her heart. She continued, "There are so many people missing from the Second Young Master's yard, I have to get to the bottom of it.

My mother-in-law is seriously ill, and Aunt Li has been in charge of the household affairs for many years. 12 people have disappeared in the mansion for no reason. You should know about such a big thing, right?"

Li Shiliu's question left Li Yue'er speechless, she couldn't answer it at all.

Because these missing maids were killed and disabled by Li Yue'er's son Tong Wencai, she helped to destroy the bodies and buried them somewhere or threw them into a mass grave. She thought she had done it perfectly, but she didn't expect to be discovered by Li Shiliu.

At this moment, Li Shiliu's gaze shot towards Li Yue'er like a sharp sword, as if it could penetrate her heart.

Feeling guilty, Li Yue'er felt like a lamb to be slaughtered, completely powerless to resist.

"Auntie Li and the Second Young Master really don't know about this?"

Li Yue'er, whose back was already soaked with sweat, held her son Tong Wencai tightly with one hand, gritted her teeth, and insisted that she and her son were completely unaware of the situation.

"Since Aunt Li and the Second Young Master are truly unaware of the situation, we have no choice but to report it to the authorities.

Come, ask Lord Meng, the Minister of the Dali Temple, to come over. I suspect there are spies from the enemy country among the escaped slaves in the mansion."