Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

After Taoist Xuancheng threatened everyone in Jing'an Marquis' Mansion, he ordered the young Taoist priest to lock the door of the guest house.

Xie Jingliang was furious, but the door was locked tightly and he had no choice but to stand inside the door and beg, lobby, threaten, and curse. Finally, he sat on the ground and cried loudly. Where was his Xuan'er?

Old Madam Xie was old, had lost her grandson, and had been treated like this by Xuan Jingguan. She was already exhausted and lay on the soft couch in the guest room to rest.

Xie Qingyao frowned, feeling extremely anxious. Xie Qingli was still alive, which meant that the ritual had failed. She didn't know how long she could deceive the Third Prince, and she didn't know if there would be a next time if she missed this opportunity!

In addition, why didn't Aunt Hua come back? Without Aunt Hua to take charge, how would she discuss the next ritual with Xuan Jingguan?

Xie Qingli ignored the others and went straight back to her room, using the excuse of copying scriptures for Xie Qingman. She wrote swiftly, her handwriting flowing like clouds and water. In a short while, she had written several pages of scriptures.

She stopped writing, thinking about what had happened today, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Leng Shuang, have you seen Xie Tingxuan in the back mountain today?"

Leng Shuang replied in a low voice, "No. The Second Young Master is a naughty and lawless person. He must have secretly gone to the back mountain and got lost in the thick fog."

Xie Qingli shook his head slightly, frowning as he said, "If he had gotten lost on his own, there would have been no need for Xie Qingyao to lie and say that Xie Tingxuan and I were together. Perhaps Xie Tingxuan's disappearance was related to her. I just don't know what her purpose was, or where she hid Xie Tingxuan..."

"Squeak~" When the sky was filled with sunset glow, the gate of the courtyard was finally opened.

Xie Jingliang, who was sitting on the ground, looked numb. He was startled by the sound of the door opening. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the door, only to see a group of yamen runners rushing in.

He stood up suddenly and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Where are those Taoists?"

The leading bailiff did not answer, but instead asked, "Who are you and why are you here? The Dali Temple is investigating this case. Tell me now!"

Dali Temple? Could it be that Taoist Xuancheng couldn't find Xuan'er and reported the case to the Dali Temple?

A glimmer of hope ignited in Xie Jingliang's eyes, and he quickly replied, "I am Xie Jingliang, the younger brother of Marquis Jing'an. Resting in the room are my mother and the younger generation and servants of the mansion. I came to Xuanjing Temple today to burn incense and pray for blessings."

He paused slightly and said cautiously, "Brother, may I ask if you have found my son Xie Tingxuan?"

The yamen runner's face was sullen, and he asked doubtfully, "Your son? This Taoist temple only has Taoist priests and Taoist children. I have never seen your son."

"However, I heard that the guards of the Crown Prince's Mansion brought back two bodies from the mass grave. One of them was a young boy of about eleven or twelve years old, who passed away today. They are unsure how to confirm the deceased's identity. Your Excellency can go and identify him."

"What?!" Xie Jingliang was so frightened that his face turned pale. He staggered and suddenly glared at the yamen runner, shouting, "My son will be fine. Don't try to deceive me. I will never identify any corpse!"

A trace of anger flashed across the face of the yamen runner, but he was just a small yamen runner, so he naturally didn't dare to offend the Marquis' Mansion. He just looked at the somewhat crazy Xie Jingliang and muttered softly: "You're sick!" Then, he took a group of yamen runners to search the guest house, and left when they found nothing suspicious.

When everyone from the Jing'an Marquis's Mansion left the guest house, they saw that the Taoist temple was full of runners from the Dali Temple, and all the Taoists had been arrested. Even the previously majestic Taoist Master Xuancheng had his hands tied and was mingling listlessly among the crowd.

Just at this moment, several guards carried two bodies out.

Xie Qingqi accidentally caught sight of one of the bodies wearing Xie Tingxuan's clothes. She immediately ran after the guards, shouting, "Stop! Who are you carrying? Why are they wearing my brother's clothes?"

In an instant, the blood color on Mrs. Xie's face disappeared completely. She chased after him tremblingly, staring at the corpse with her scarlet eyes. The corpse's face was dark purple, and its eyes were wide open, looking extremely hideous and terrifying, but she could still recognize it as Xuan'er at a glance!

Mrs. Xie's heart trembled suddenly, and she felt a strong dizziness all of a sudden. The whole world seemed to be turned upside down at this moment.

"Mother!"

"grandmother!"

"Old lady!"

Everyone in the Marquis' Mansion exclaimed in surprise and swarmed around Old Madam Xie, asking her what was wrong.

Old Madam Xie's face was filled with confusion and fear. She wanted to answer, but her mouth opened wide and no sound came out. She wanted to reach out, but her limbs were limp on the ground, without any feeling. Only her eyes moved rapidly, frantically searching for Xie Jingliang in the crowd.

Xie Jingliang looked at his mother lying on the ground with a face full of pain, and then at his son who was standing straight and stiff, and he couldn't help but feel sad and heartbroken.

Xie Qingyao squatted beside Old Madam Xie, and suddenly recalled that Xie Qingli had just returned home and saved his grandmother, and had played a trick on them at that time!

She rolled her eyes and said softly, "Sister Li'er knows medicine, please save grandma!"

Old Madam Xie is vicious. Xie Qingli has fulfilled his duty as a doctor by saving her once, and he will never save her a second time!

Xie Qingli frowned and said with difficulty, "Grandma was confused by the phlegm last time. This time the situation is very different. It looks like a stroke. The little I learned is completely useless."

She urged, "Second Uncle, quickly take Grandmother back to Beijing for treatment. Otherwise, it will be dangerous if we delay!"

Xie Jingliang had already lost his mind and didn't know what to do. After hearing what Xie Qingli said, he hurriedly ordered his servants to carry Madam Xie down the mountain.

He continued to order his servants to carry Xie Tingxuan, but the two guards hurriedly stopped them. They said that Xie Tingxuan's body was related to the case in the Dali Temple and needed to be taken back for careful examination. It could only be returned to the Jing'an Marquis Mansion after the examination was completed.

Xie Jingliang could only watch Xie Tingxuan being carried away. He was filled with anger, grief and resentment, and secretly blamed Xie Qingyao for Xie Tingxuan's death.

He quickly caught up with Xie Qingyao, his eyes full of hatred: "It's all your fault, bitch. If you hadn't insisted on coming here, Xuan'er wouldn't have been killed, and Mother wouldn't have been sick from anger!"

Suddenly, the image of Aunt Hua flashed through his mind, and he sternly asked, "Tell me, where is your old nanny? Did she murder Xuan'er?"

A trace of panic flashed across Xie Qingyao's face. She trembled and said, "Second Uncle, why do you speculate so much about Yao'er? Yao'er is sincere and only wants to pray for sister Man'er..."

"Yao'er couldn't find Aunt Hua either. I really don't know where she went, but she definitely wouldn't murder Brother Xuan'er. She was chosen by our grandmother and has good character. If she doesn't show up, maybe, maybe she was killed like Xuan'er!"

"Crack~"

Xie Jingliang slapped Xie Qingyao on the delicate face and angrily scolded: "You fake, how dare you flatter me! That old nanny has been away from my mother for more than ten years. Who knows if she has turned bad..."

Xie Jingliang stormed off. Xie Qingyao stood there, clutching her now swollen cheek, a sinister expression on her face. She knew she would repay this slap tenfold or a hundredfold when she became the Third Prince's consort.