Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

In the 21st year of Tianshun, in the Dongling Kingdom, in Luer Village, Luming County, Jiazhou Prefecture, it was early spring.

boom!

My head was splitting with pain and warm liquid was flowing from my forehead.

A young man of seventeen or eighteen, clutching a blood-drenched stone in his hand, threatened viciously, "Little bitch, you'll be mine sooner or later. Mother has long said that I can marry you or sell you for money. Humph, don't resist, or I'll sell you to a brothel to serve a dirty, smelly old man."

After making the threat, the young man dropped the stone and gave a lewd smile: "Hehe, serve this young master well, and this young master promises to make you live a good life. I won't sell you, nor will I let your mother beat you, and I will allow you to have a full meal every day."

Xie Qingli was momentarily stunned. This was when she was thirteen, living with the Song family in Lu'er Village, on the southwestern border of Dongling. The young man before her was her nominal brother—Song Tianbao, a man of many talents, including drinking, whoring, and gambling.

Song Tianbao, overwhelmed with lust, tried to molest her while Song Zhaoxing and He Shi were away. She fought back desperately, angering Song Tianbao, who picked up a stone and smashed her head.

She wasn't shattered, but reborn? Had God given her another chance? However, Xie Qingli didn't have time to ponder. Song Tianbao obscenely called her "good sister" and lunged at her.

The hatred in his body had nowhere to be released. He thought that the opportunity for revenge given by God should be used up. Xie Qingli raised his leg and kicked Song Tianbao. Song Tianbao staggered and swayed for a few times before he could stabilize his body.

Xie Qingli sighed softly. Her body was so weak that she couldn't even kick a loser like Song Tianbao. She kicked him hard again, and Song Tianbao fell heavily to the ground.

The wild girl who used to let others bully her actually dared to hit him. Song Tianbao was furious. He cursed and struggled to get up. He said that if he didn't beat this bitch to death today, he would not be named Song.

Xie Qingli rolled up his sleeves, wiped the blood flowing down his face, grinned, and like a ghost, raised his feet and stepped firmly on Song Tianbao's hands, slapping him left and right, cursing as he slapped:

"You filthy bastard, you want to take advantage of me? You're so ugly, but you think you're beautiful?"

"You beast, you want to touch a little girl like me? You are worse than a beast. Even beasts are more human than you."

"You filthy thing, I'm your sister, do you understand? You filthy bastard, what sin did your parents commit to give birth to you?"

Song Tianbao stammered, "She's not my biological sister."

But Xie Qingli was so happy beating and scolding that he didn't hear what Song Tianbao was saying at all.

In a moment, Song Tianbao was beaten like a pig's head, to the point that even his own mother would not recognize him.

Xie Qingli had had enough of the beating, and now he felt a little better. He sat down leisurely on a chair, blew on his red palms, and said to himself, "Hey, this beast is too thick-skinned. My hands are hurting from the beating. What bad luck!"

Song Tianbao dared not speak, lying on the ground pretending to be dead, fearing that Xie Qingli would beat him again. But the pain was too much. He had grown up under his mother's doting, so how could he have suffered such injustice? He couldn't help but let out a low whimper.

Looking at Song Tianbao lying on the ground like a wounded little animal, Xie Qingli narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dusty memories gradually revived.

In her previous life, Xie Qingli was frail and unable to resist Song Tianbao. She desperately called for help, but to no avail. In her most desperate moment, she luckily stumbled upon a fallen wooden hairpin, an extremely sharp one she had secretly crafted for self-defense. She stabbed Song Tianbao with all her might, and he frantically dodged, allowing her to escape.

After He came back, not only did she not blame Song Tianbao, but she was even instigated by Song Tianbao to sell Xie Qingli. Xie Qingli was heartbroken at that time, and she did not understand why her mother and brother treated her so badly, not knowing that she was just a burden that the Song family dared not deal with after they stole the baby.

Feeling lost and helpless, she rushed to the home of the barefoot doctor Hu Er, crying for help from Hu Er's wife, Li Lanzhi, the only person who treated her kindly. Li Lanzhi hurried to find the village head, who scolded He Shi, forcing her to give up the idea of ​​selling Xie Qingli.

However, He still beat Xie Qingli severely and left him to die in the yard in the chilly spring weather. Although Xie Qingli survived, he became increasingly weak and bedridden.

Thinking of this, Xie Qingli sneered, stripped off Song Tianbao's coat, and dragged Song Tianbao into the yard like a dead pig, letting Song Tianbao also taste the piercing cold wind. He wondered if he would also develop some chronic illness.

Xie Qingli strolled leisurely in the courtyard, admiring Song Tianbao's trembling heroic figure while recalling his past life.

About a month or two later, the war between Dongling and Nanjing was about to break out, and the Song family fled to Shengjing City, the capital of Dongling, to avoid the war.

Song Zhaoxing and He Shi secretly contacted their biological daughter, Xie Qingyao, the eldest daughter of the Jing'an Marquis's mansion, with the help of a jade pendant. The jade pendant, engraved with Xie Qingli's name, was the only proof of Xie Qingli's identity, and they had to obtain it.

Xie Qingli looked around the courtyard and found that only He's house was locked. He usually kept a close watch and did not allow Xie Qingli to enter.

She went to the kitchen, got a kitchen knife, and with a swipe, the door lock was split in two. She searched everywhere but found no trace of the jade pendant. However, a swaddling cloth caught Xie Qingli's attention. Although the swaddling cloth was old, it was made of Yunjin, a fabric not affordable for the Song family.

Xie Qingli stroked the swaddling cloth, leaned back in the chair, recalled the past, and gradually fell asleep. In the dream, Jiang Muxue stroked Xie Qingli's black hair, whispering softly, with inexpressible tenderness.

……

A howl interrupted Xie Qingli's sweet dream.

Song Tianbao stretched his neck and called for help incoherently towards the door: "Ah, Liang, Liang Qi, save me. Woo woo."

He rushed in and looked at the person lying on the ground in disbelief. She carefully identified his clothes and found that it was indeed her Baoer.

"You little bitch, if my baby gets beaten to death, your worthless life won't be worth a hundred." He cursed as she pounced on Xie Qingli.

Xie Qingli raised his leg and kicked He, who fell backwards and fell heavily on Song Tianbao, who howled in even greater pain.

He hurriedly got up, and she didn't believe in evil, so she rushed towards Xie Qingli again. Today she was determined to teach this bitch a lesson and restore her dignity.

How could Xie Qingli let her succeed? He flexibly turned sideways, reached out and pressed He's right arm, then tripped her.

He fell to the ground again. The arm that Xie Qingli had pressed on was numb and painful, and she could not move.

He was so angry that her face turned red. She cried and cursed to the sky, "You little bitch, you eat for free every day, you slack off and play tricks on me. I raised you for nothing. And now you've become so rebellious that you even dared to hit me. I can't live like this anymore!"

Xie Qingli sneered, "You didn't even ask what your good son did. You're even more of a shrew than before, not knowing right from wrong!"

At this moment, He finally realized that this bitch was really weird. In the past, she was as timid as a needle hole. She was like a mouse seeing a cat. She would tremble in fear at the sound of a scolding. But today, she scolded and hit people. Could she be possessed by a ghost?

He raised her eyes and glared at Xie Qingli, seeing her hair covered in blood. "Oh, what a sin! It must be Bao'er who couldn't wait and irritated her." As the old saying goes, even clay figures have three points of anger, and even rabbits bite when they are anxious. After this anger subsides, it will probably be fine.

Logically, Bao'er wasn't to blame for this. Pah! This little bitch, who hadn't even grown up yet, already had a seductive look on her face. She had Bao'er thinking about her every day, and even her good son had been corrupted by her. The fact that Bao'er fell for this bitch was a blessing she had earned in eight lifetimes, and she was still acting so pretentiously all the time.

But this bitch doesn't know her own background. It is indeed against human ethics for brother and sister to do that.

He glanced at Xie Qingli again, her eyes darting. Suddenly, she slammed her hands on the ground and shouted, "You little bitch! I'm your mother, and he's your brother. We in Dongling value filial piety the most. If you hit us, I'll send you to the authorities."

Xie Qingli curled the corners of her mouth slightly: "Mother? Whose mother are you? Isn't your dear daughter the eldest daughter in the Marquis' Mansion?" Her eyes were clear, her smile was bright, and her tone was gentle, but He Shi felt a chill.

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about? You are my daughter, what marquis's mansion, what eldest daughter?"

"What? Have you forgotten your good mother-in-law? Have you forgotten how she took your daughter away and replaced her with the daughter of the Marquis?" Xie Qingli's tone was cold. In her previous life, she had searched for a long time but could not find out who He's mother-in-law was.

He was completely distraught. How did this little bitch know all this? Her daughter's identity could no longer be hidden. What should she do? What should she do? Humph, only by killing her could she protect her daughter's future and the prosperity of the Song family. He's eyes gradually turned sinister.

Xie Qingli leaned forward and grabbed He's neck, saying coldly, "Want to kill me? Dream on!"

He suddenly tightened his grip: "Killing you and your son is a matter of just raising my hand." He's face flushed red, and the air gradually became thinner.

Xie Qingli smiled slightly: "However, I am a soft-hearted person. I want to give you a chance. As long as you tell me the whereabouts of the jade pendant, I will spare your life."

He felt that breathing was getting harder and harder, and she could only utter fragments of words between her teeth: "What, what jade pendant, I don't know, I don't know. I, I'm going to tell your father that you, you know this secret, and let him kill you."

Xie Qingli smiled cunningly: "Song Zhaoxing, don't worry, he can't kill me."

"However, speaking of secrets, I do know one of yours, the one about Song Wenxiu. You've been holding it in your heart for so many years and it must have been so uncomfortable. I'll tell him for you. I wonder if he wants to hear it."

Xie Qingli let go of her hand, but He felt it became even harder to breathe, as if an invisible hand was pinching her neck and twisting her heart.

That incident was so secret and happened so long ago, it's impossible for anyone else to know...