Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Jing'an Marquis Mansion, Yaofang Pavilion.

The unpleasant family dinner last night revealed the discord among the various branches of the Marquis's Mansion. Even Madam Xie, the mother, was powerless to do anything about it.

Early this morning, Old Madam Xie sent someone to Yaofang Pavilion to tell her that she was not feeling well and would not see anyone today, and Yao'er did not need to go to Songhe Hall to pay her respects.

Xie Qingyao frowned slightly. The atmosphere in the mansion was depressing and subtle. She decided not to go out today, so she sat down at the desk by the window and started flipping through a collection of poems.

It is said that at the annual chrysanthemum viewing banquet, the princess would randomly select a guest to ask a question, and the boys and girls would compose poems on the spot. The winner would not only receive treasures rewarded by the princess, but also become famous in Shengjing City!

Xie Qingyao's eyes revealed a determined look. This was her rare opportunity to make a name for herself, and she had to seize it right away. As for the few illiterate idiots in the mansion, they were only fit to serve as her foil, especially Xie Qingli, who was illiterate and would definitely become the laughing stock of the banquet.

Aunt Hua came in with a food box in her hand, smiling broadly. She waved away Luqi and Lanying, who were on duty in the room, and whispered, "Yao'er, grandma is going to see Tianbao and your mother. After all, it's Mid-Autumn Festival. Yao'er, go with grandma!"

Xie Qingyao's expression froze slightly. She suppressed her disgust and said softly, "Grandmother, the eldest princess's chrysanthemum viewing banquet will be held in a few days. If Yao'er wants to fly to the branches, this is a good opportunity, so Yao'er needs to prepare well. Yao'er will not go this time!"

Aunt Hua nodded and said, "Okay, Yao'er, prepare well. After the banquet, Yao'er will go with Grandmother. Tianbao always asks why he didn't see his sister. He misses Yao'er so much!"

Xie Qingyao's face suddenly turned dark as water. She said in a cold voice, "Grandma, please go quickly. It's getting late."

Aunt Hua carried the lunch box and walked out of the courtyard happily.

Xie Qingyao stood by the window and winked at Xiaotao in the yard, who immediately and quietly left Yaofang Pavilion.

Looking at Nanny Hua's receding back, Xie Qingyao's eyes gradually became sharp. These people in the Song family will die on this day next year!

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Meanwhile, Nanny Hua walked briskly out of the mansion, but as she turned the corner she bumped into a little beggar, causing her to stumble and nearly fall. The beggar hurriedly steadied her, stuffed something into her hand, and ran away quickly.

Aunt Hua was puzzled. The object in her palm was soft, like a piece of cloth. She was extremely curious and opened her palm. There lay a piece of fine silk.

Aunt Hua's heart skipped a beat. She hurried to a corner, making sure no one was around before tremblingly opening the silk scroll. It read, "Today, early morning, Qingfeng Teahouse."

It’s the man in the black mask!

Aunt Hua was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly, finally holding onto the wall to steady herself. Memories of the past began to return, and her fear gradually deepened. Her heart began to beat wildly, but her body was frozen, unable to move.

She stood against the wall for a long time, until her legs and feet felt numb, and her agitated mood slowly calmed down. She closed her eyes, thinking that it was a blessing in disguise, and that if it was a disaster, it could not be avoided. Now she had no choice but to face the reality!

The agreed time was approaching, so she quickly calmed herself down and walked quickly towards the Qingfeng Teahouse.

Everything seemed to be a replay of the past. As Aunt Hua knelt on the ground, she felt a little dazed, a sense of panic welling up in her mind, not knowing what day it was. Only when she saw the dry hands supporting the ground did her mind gradually clear up. She had aged, and this was no longer the same as before!

Taoist Lingxuan, wearing the same black mask he wore back then, sat upright on a chair. He looked at the old woman kneeling on the ground, feeling a bit lost in thought. It had been nearly twenty years since he arrived in Shengjing City. While his appearance remained the same, his heart had aged. He even had difficulty remembering why he had come down the mountain in the first place.

Taoist Lingxuan was immersed in his memories for a long time without saying a word, but Aunt Hua became more and more uneasy and her body could not help but tremble slightly.

Just when Aunt Hua was about to be suffocated by the dead silence, Taoist Lingxuan suddenly said, "Why is Jiang Muxue's daughter still alive?" His voice was still young and magnetic, as if there was no trace of time.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Aunt Hua's forehead. She lowered her head, trying to suppress the fear in her heart. She whispered, "I don't know either. I did see the child die with my own eyes."

Taoist Lingxuan snorted coldly and said calmly: "You are lying and seeking death!"

Aunt Hua was sweating profusely. She immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Sir, I heard that she was saved. I only found out recently. I dare not lie to you, sir. Please spare her life!"

It was not until Aunt Hua's head was broken and bleeding that Taoist Lingxuan said in a gentle voice, "That's enough!"

Aunt Hua was as if she had been pardoned. She choked with sobs and said, "Thank you, sir, for letting me go!"

Taoist Lingxuan smiled and stated the purpose of today's meeting calmly: "Since you failed back then, I will give you another chance. If Jiang Muxue's daughter is still alive within a month, don't even think about the glory and wealth of the Marquis' Mansion. Your life will be over."

Queen Meng was anxious, and last time she even sent the assassins raised by the Meng family to hunt down Xie Qingli, but no one knew who killed all those assassins. It seemed that the Jiang family must have arranged some experts to protect Xie Qingli.

Since it is difficult to get rid of Xie Qingli outside the mansion, let's find someone inside the mansion to do it! Taoist Lingxuan thought of this daring old lady.

Aunt Hua was shocked, but she quickly replied, "Yes, sir, I will definitely do it!"

Taoist Lingxuan stopped talking and gently closed his eyes to rest.

Aunt Hua knelt on the ground but didn't leave immediately. The restless gambler in her character was stirring again. She was really curious about who this person was, what hatred he had with Jiang Muxue, and why he kept trying to kill Xie Qingli...

She steeled herself, a smile forming on her face as she boldly asked, "Sir, this old slave has something I don't understand. I want to ask why you killed Xie Qingli."

Aunt Hua's voice was trembling and her heart was beating "boom boom boom". She knew that she was pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth, but she intuitively felt that the answer to this question might be beneficial to her, so she decided to take another gamble.

Taoist Lingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "You are too curious. Be careful not to play with fire and get burned!"

Aunt Hua was so frightened that she fell to the ground and begged for mercy, "Please spare my life, sir. I have overstepped my bounds!"

Taoist Lingxuan looked at Aunt Hua, who lay at his feet. She was as lowly as an ant, yet so bold! He suddenly remembered that when he read the fortune for the child who replaced Xie Qingli, he actually got the fate of a phoenix the first time. Perhaps, he was not wrong!

He suddenly curled his lips and smiled: "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you, Jiang Muxue's daughter is carrying the Phoenix's fate, so she must die!"

Feng Ming? Isn't that... the future queen?

Aunt Hua was shocked on the spot...