Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Xie Jingyuan did not see who pushed him into the water, nor did he see who rescued him to shore. After struggling back from the brink of death, he collapsed on the shore, gasping for breath, digesting the fear of being on the verge of death and the joy of surviving the disaster.

Those who survive a great disaster will surely be blessed in the future, Xie Jingyuan comforted himself in this way.

Suddenly, a familiar face came into Xie Jingyuan's sight. When the man saw Xie Jingyuan, a bright smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with joy.

Xie Jingyuan was stunned for a moment and stammered, "Wan'er..."

But just as he said this, Xie Jingyuan paused. He remembered that Wan'er was dead. Could it be Wan'er's ghost before him? A sense of panic surged in his heart.

"Father, are you okay? Rouer was scared to death just now!" His face was full of concern.

"Rou'er?" Xie Jingyuan's thoughts gradually returned to him. The person in front of him was Xie Qingrou, not Xie Qingwan. It was a human, not a ghost! But Xie Qingrou had a cold personality. Xie Jingyuan had never seen her show such strong emotions, so he made a mistake.

Xie Jingyuan felt a little relieved. He slowly sat up and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Xie Qingrou's expression darkened slightly. She saved her father's life, but her father's first words were to question her!

She said softly, "Since arriving at the Marquis' Mansion, Rou'er hasn't had a good time. Tonight, Rou'er couldn't sleep, so she came out for a walk!" She paused slightly and asked with concern, "Father, why did you fall into the water?"

Xie Jingyuan seemed to be hurt by these words. His face darkened instantly and he said coldly, "This is none of your business. Go back! Don't run around if you have nothing to do!"

Xie Qingrou naturally didn't want to be driven away like this. She asked softly, "Rou'er, can you send father back? Or can you send someone to pick him up?"

Xie Jingyuan didn't want anyone else to know what happened tonight, so he said coldly, "No need, go back quickly!"

Seeing Xie Jingyuan's firm attitude, Xie Qingrou had no choice but to turn around and walk towards Bixian Pavilion, but after taking two steps, she was unwilling to miss this good opportunity, so she quickly turned around and knelt in front of Xie Jingyuan.

She grabbed Xie Jingyuan's collar, tears welling in her eyes as she pleaded bitterly, "Father, please don't send Rou'er away! Rou'er is already thirteen this year, and will be coming of age in a little over a year. Rou'er doesn't want to be despised by everyone as a concubine's daughter. Rou'er wants to stay in the mansion and learn the same skills as my sisters, and marry into the same good family. Rou'er begs father to grant this wish!"

The more Xie Qingrou spoke, the sadder she became. Tears flowed out like a river bursting its banks. She kowtowed hard. She was not greedy and did not ask for much. Why was it so difficult?

Xie Jingyuan didn't listen to a word he said. He was now soaked all over and shivered when the cold wind blew. He just wanted to go back as soon as possible to take a comfortable hot bath, change into dry and comfortable clothes and lie on the soft bed. Only then would he feel alive.

Xie Jingyuan didn't want to listen to Xie Qingrou's nonsense anymore. He said coldly, "Alright, if you want to learn something, we can hire a teacher for you. As for your marriage, your grandmother will naturally decide."

He paused and said in a deep voice: "But you must stay with your mother. The fetus in her belly is the most important heir of the Marquis's Mansion, and you have always been considerate. We will feel at ease if you stay with her!" After saying this, he walked away quickly.

Xie Qingrou stood there in a daze. Times have changed and the brilliant plan she came up with has become her own grave!

She stared at Xie Jingyuan's back and murmured, "Do you want to sacrifice my life for two nonexistent children? Dream on!" Her eyes were full of sinister intent.

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Emperor Yingtian only gave a three-day deadline for the Huang Dai incident.

Chu Yuncang believed that the Dali Temple Minister Fan, a man of integrity and a vengeance for evil, would not bend the law to favoritism. However, his prolonged interrogation of Huang Dai without any results led Chu Yuncang to doubt his ability.

After returning to the Prince's Mansion, Chu Yuncang secretly ordered the Shadow Guard's Interrogation Department to send someone to the Dali Temple to assist the Dali Temple Minister Fan in interrogating Huang Dai and make sure to find out the person behind Huang Dai.

As the darkest of the dark guards, the Shadow Guards were naturally very ruthless. The Torture Division was the department specifically responsible for torture. Their methods were unheard of or seen by the people in the Dali Temple. However, in just half a day, Huang Dai was dying and fainted several times, but he still held on and did not say a word.

It was already late, and Lord Fan believed that since Huang Dai had not confessed after being tortured so much, he must have no one behind him. Moreover, he did not want Huang Dai to be tortured and die in his territory, so he ordered someone to give Huang Dai medicine for treatment and then sent him back to the cell.

The shadow guards of the interrogation department wanted to interrogate him overnight, but Lord Fan insisted on interrogating him the next day, so the shadow guards had to return home in disappointment.

The Dali Temple's prison was dark and damp. A small candle lamp was hung on the wall. The weak candlelight flickered in the darkness, illuminating a circle of dim light. The prisoners could no longer tell whether it was day or night outside the wall.

In a dim and narrow cell, Huang Dai was disheveled, naked, and covered with wounds. He had been tortured beyond recognition. He lay motionless on the ground, staring at the spider webs on the wall, as if quietly waiting for the next torture or death.

He was originally afraid of pain and even more afraid of death, but after experiencing such long-term torture, death is a relief and living is a punishment.

But he didn't dare to die. The rebellious acts he committed in Jiazhou failed to lead the Huang family to prosperity, but would drag all nine clans into hell. The Huang family ancestors in the underworld would certainly not let him go, especially his father who was so strict that he was almost perverted. Even if he turned into a ghost, his father would tear him apart with his bare hands.

Huang Dai regretted it deeply. He shouldn't have been deceived and harbored such wild ambitions, yearning for immense wealth and fame. Originally, he had worked his way up the ladder of poverty and humiliation for most of his life, finally becoming a prefect. He would then carefully cultivate a few ambitious children from his family, including his sons. Although his eldest son was a minor talent, his younger son was intelligent and studious, and the Huang family had a promising future.

But now, it's all over!

Huang Dai was unwilling to end up like this, so, although he was not loyal and had a weak character, he gritted his teeth and never revealed the person behind him. He was waiting, waiting for that person to find him, waiting for a glimmer of hope for the Huang family!

Today's punishment was particularly harsh. Huang Dai touched his chest, where two pieces of flesh had been peeled off. He guessed that the final judgment was approaching. If that person wanted to find him, it would be best tonight, because he had a premonition that he would not be able to withstand tomorrow's torture and would confess.

Huang Dai, deaf in one ear, used his good ear to listen carefully to the sounds outside his cell. Suddenly, he realized that things were a little quiet tonight; the guards patrolling the area hadn't appeared. He tensed up, his body tense, not missing even the slightest sound.

A sound of light footsteps was heard, which was completely different from the footsteps of the two jailers in the past. However, the footsteps did not stop when passing his cell, but continued to move forward, which made Huang Dai extremely disappointed.

But soon, the footsteps retreated again. He knocked on Huang Dai's cell door and shouted, "Hey, is the person inside still breathing?"

Huang Dai stood still, nervously waiting for the other party's next move.

The man muttered softly, "I don't even know if he's dead or not? What bad luck!" As he spoke, he opened the cell door and squatted next to Huang Dai to check.

Huang Dai was startled. This man turned out to be the taller of the two jailers who were patrolling in the past. But he also felt that this jailer was a little different from the ones he had seen before.

The jailer seemed oblivious to the surprise in Huang Dai's eyes. He grabbed Huang Dai's hand and wrote the words "Third Prince" on his palm. Huang Dai knew his chance was fleeting, so he whispered, "Protect my young son, or I will confess..."

The jailer was startled. He looked around in shock, and when he saw that no one noticed the commotion, he said softly, "Let me report."

Huang Dai glanced at the jailer coldly and whispered, "Hurry!"

The jailer had already stood up. He kicked Huang Dai twice and shouted angrily: "You are pretending to be dead while you are still alive. You scared me. You might as well just die!" He kicked him again before walking away cursing!

Huang Dai didn't feel a single tear of pain after being kicked several times. Tears welled up in his eyes. The Huang family's bloodline was saved...