After I traveled through the book, I fought back in the Hou Mansion

Liu Xiangdong suddenly raised his head, a flash of anger in his eyes, but when he saw his mother's stern gaze, he suppressed his anger. "Miss Luo, now that I've apologized, what else do you want?"

There was suppressed anger in his tone.

Luo Shuiyao chuckled, "Master Liu, do you think this simple apology can make up for everything? Do you know how much harm you have caused me?"

Seeing this, Yang Ruolan quickly interrupted, "Yaoyao, Xiangdong knows he's wrong. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against him anymore. We will definitely compensate you in the future."

Luo Shuiyao turned to look at Yang Ruolan, her eyes filled with indifference. "Madam, this isn't something that can be resolved with just a few words of compensation. I almost died under a horse's hoof. How can such fear and pain be easily erased?"

The Marquis's wife coughed softly, breaking the stalemate. "Alright, let's stop arguing. Xiangdong was certainly wrong in this matter, but Yaoyao, don't be so unreasonable. Let's all take a step back and figure out how to resolve this."

Luo Shuiyao was silent for a moment and took a deep breath. "Since my aunt has said so, I don't want to get entangled anymore. But Mr. Liu must promise not to cause me any more trouble in the future."

Liu Xiangdong gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise."

The tense atmosphere in the hall eased a little.

Seeing this, Yang Ruolan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She put on a smile again, trying to lighten the mood. "Yaoyao, this is all in the past. Let's just pretend it never happened and get along well. Xiangdong might have a quick temper sometimes, but he's not a bad person at heart. In the future, if you two get to know each other more, maybe you can become good friends."

Luo Shuiyao just glanced at her indifferently and didn't respond.

Yang Ruolan felt a little embarrassed and turned to look at Madam Hou: "Cousin, it's normal for these children to have some minor friction. As elders, we should try to persuade them and tell them not to be so impulsive."

The Marquis's wife nodded slightly. "Ruolan has a point. However, this incident should also be a lesson for Xiangdong. In the future, you must consider the consequences of everything you do and not be so reckless."

Liu Xiangdong stood aside, his face still gloomy. His resentment towards Luo Shuiyao had not dissipated, but due to the pressure from his mother and the Marquis's wife, he dared not vent it again. He clenched his fists tightly, secretly hating her. "Bitch, I will make you pay a hundredfold."

Yang Ruolan waved, and the maids and servants who had come in with her came forward. They each held a gift box in their hands and carefully placed it in front of Luo Shuiyao. The gift boxes were beautifully packaged, and it was obvious at a glance that they were of great value.

Yang Ruolan wore a gentle smile on her face and said softly, "Yaoyao, consider these as an apology to you. I hope you can accept them. This is also a small token of our gratitude from Xiangdong."

Luo Shuiyao's eyes swept across the arm of the maid who handed her the box, and her gaze suddenly fixed on her. The maid seemed to sense something, aware of her gaze, and slightly retracted her arm, then gently placed the box in front of Luo Shuiyao.

She quickly averted her gaze, returning it to the box before her. The box was slightly ajar, revealing a thick stack of banknotes and something resembling a land deed. The banknotes were brand new, emitting a faint scent of ink, while the deed itself was slightly yellowed, showing the marks of time.

It was a banknote…! She was somewhat delighted, but it was also expected. After all, she had nearly died under the horse's hooves, so it was only natural that she should receive some compensation for her mental damages.

But he remained calm on the surface and said slowly: "I appreciate your kindness, madam, but these things are too valuable. I cannot accept them."

As he said that, he pushed the box back.

Liu Xiangdong's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself, is it because she thinks it's too little and doesn't like it? Just as he was about to scold her, he felt his mother's fierce eyes in an instant.

He moved his lips, as if about to speak, then stopped himself, finally lowering his head. He looked like a trapped animal, dissatisfied but forced to submit.

Yang Ruolan put away her slightly stiff expression, then said carefully: "Yaoyao, are you still angry with Xiangdong? These gifts were indeed specially prepared by Xiangdong for you. He knows that he did something wrong and wants to express his apology through these. Just accept them, and this will make Xiangdong feel better."

There was a hint of expectation in her eyes and her tone became more sincere.

The Jing'an Marquis's Mansion took a very low profile this time, and there seemed to be nothing to criticize.

The Marquis's wife watched for a while and saw that they were serious and sincere, and the gifts they brought were impeccable.

The Marquis's wife then stopped being silent and quickly spoke to ease the situation, "Yaoyao, just accept these. These things are just a drop in the bucket for the Jing'an Marquis's Mansion, so you don't need to be so concerned. You've been bedridden lately and have suffered so much, so you should accept these gifts as a way to comfort yourself."

The Marquis's wife spoke in a gentle tone, her eyes filled with concern and persuasion.

Luo Shuiyao lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "If that's the case, then I'll accept it. From now on, I'll be even with the Jing'an Marquis's Mansion. I hope the Madam and the Second Young Master won't bother with an orphan like me."

Then, she turned her gaze to Liu Xiangdong, who had been keeping his eyes downcast, and said calmly, "Second Young Master Liu, you must remember what you just said. Don't break your promise, or else, it won't be so easy next time."

Although her voice was not loud, it revealed a strong determination.

After that, Luo Shuiyao stopped being polite and accepted the gifts. She was broke right now! It was free money, so why should she return it?

After Yang Ruolan and her son left.

Luo Shuiyao nodded slightly. Seeing this, Dujuan, who was not far away, hurried forward.

Luo Shuiyao leaned over and whispered a few words in Dujuan's ear, her voice as soft as a breeze.

Du Juan listened attentively, nodding slightly from time to time. Then, she nodded to Luo Shuiyao and followed her out with brisk steps. Her figure quickly disappeared outside the door, leaving Luo Shuiyao standing quietly there, her eyes flickering with a thoughtful glint.

After bidding farewell to everyone in the Marquis' Mansion, Yang Ruolan and her son slowly walked out of the mansion. Yang Ruolan was helped onto the carriage by a maid. The driver whipped the horse with a whip, causing it to gallop forward in pain.

From beginning to end, she never turned back to look at Liu Xiangdong, and Liu Xiangdong was also silent, just quietly staring at his mother's departing back, lost in a deep silence. The autumn wind suddenly rose, blowing off a few withered yellow leaves, which drifted slowly in the air.

Liu Xiangdong's face was as gloomy as ink. His servant Han Feng hesitated for a long time, looking at his young master in this state, his heart was full of anxiety.

After hesitating for a while, Han Feng finally stepped forward and asked, "Second Master, the horses are ready. Shall we return home now?"

Liu Xiangdong didn't turn around, remaining silent. He slowly lowered his head, unclenching his clenched fists. In his hand, he held a folded piece of paper. He gently unfolded the paper, revealing the graceful handwriting on it. It was obvious it was written by a woman.

He glanced at them quickly, his eyes becoming increasingly cold as ice.