Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

It is late at Yunlai Inn.

In the room, Xie Qingli was wearing a black nightgown.

Zou Ping, dressed in the same attire, had originally intended to explore the Song residence alone at night, but the eldest lady insisted on accompanying him. She looked delicate and frail, and Zou Ping was skeptical about her martial arts skills. He handed Xie Qingli a black face towel, and they both put on theirs and prepared to set off.

Chunya pouted and looked a little depressed. She was so useless. If she knew kung fu, she could accompany the young lady on adventures.

Han Jue was wearing that cute fox mask, leaning sideways on the chair, playing with the lid of a teacup boredly.

Xie Qingli was a bit conflicted about what to do tonight. Han Jue hadn't been subdued yet, Uncle Ping's background was still unclear, Chunya didn't know martial arts, and Xie Qingli had to go to the Song Mansion in person, and Uncle Ping would need to lead the way. This would leave Chunya and Han Jue alone, and Xie Qingli felt a bit uneasy. However, she taught Chunya a move that, if she was clever, could temporarily suppress Han Jue.

Before leaving, Xie Qingli was still a little worried. She warned Han Jue coldly: "Stay here and don't bully Chunya, otherwise I will punish you!" Han Jue just raised his eyelids and didn't say anything.

Xie Qingli and Zou Ping climbed out the window one after another. Outside the window, the lake was rippling. The two climbed up the roof along the window. Zou Ping saw that Xie Qingli's movements were clean and neat, and his Qinggong was not inferior to his. He secretly praised him and felt relieved.

Inside the room, Han Jue looked at Chunya, who was sitting at the table with her chin in her hand, and sneered in his heart, "Since the young master cares so much about this pretty boy, why doesn't he just wear it on his belt?" He casually threw away the cup lid in his hand, stood up suddenly, and slashed Chunya's neck with a knife. Chunya fell limply on the table.

Han Jue turned over and went out of the window, chasing in the direction where Xie Qingli and Zou Ping left.

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In the Song Mansion in the south of the city, everything is quiet.

The night guards gathered in groups of three or four, drinking and chatting. A leader pointed at a few of them and urged them, "Go to the main courtyard and check. I think the master is still awake. Be presentable."

The men reluctantly stood up, one of them muttering quietly, "For all these years, not even a stray dog ​​has come into the mansion. Master Song ordered us to patrol every night, but I don't know what we're protecting."

Another chuckled: "Of course it's to protect the lady. Master Song pampers the lady like the apple of his eye. If the lady wants the stars in the sky, Master Song will pick them down for her."

Another person said, "Yes! Madam, with that look and figure, if I were Master Song, I would also pamper her."

A few people burst into laughter, adjusted their pace, and walked towards the main courtyard in unison.

Xie Qingli, hiding behind a tree, curled his lips. He'd just casually heard such a huge secret. Madam? Song Zhaoxing actually had a mistress hidden in his golden house!

Xie Qingli gestured to Zou Ping beside him, and the two of them easily bypassed the guards and lightly jumped onto the roof of the main courtyard. The main courtyard bedroom was brightly lit, and two maids on night duty leaned against the doorframe, nodding off. Xie Qingli gently lifted the tiles and looked down.

In the bedroom, a woman was sitting in front of the dressing table. Her figure was graceful and her face could not be seen clearly. Behind her, a maid was holding a handkerchief and gently twisting the woman's wet hair.

The woman suddenly spoke up, "Yingyue, why do you think the master would assign us this mission? We've been here for several years but haven't found anything. Could it be that the master's judgment is wrong, and Song Zhaoxing is just an ordinary small merchant?"

The maid named Yingyue said in a cold tone: "Miss, don't question the master's decision."

The woman stiffened slightly and chuckled, "Don't be angry, Yingyue. I was just saying it casually. I will complete the master's task seriously."

Yingyue had already put down the handkerchief in her hand, no longer acting like a servant. She looked down at the woman condescendingly and said in a cold voice, "Lin Xue, the master sent you and me to investigate Song Zhaoxing. I have the obligation to assist you and the responsibility to supervise you. The master meant to proceed slowly. You brought up the He family incident today and then drove Song Zhaoxing away in a fit of temper. This was not a wise move. You were reckless!"

Lin Xue felt a little aggrieved. "We've been here for so many years but haven't found anything. I'm worried. Besides, Mrs. He is just a village woman, but Song Zhaoxing is preventing us from meeting. Don't you think it's strange? Besides, he's hiding things about Mrs. He from me, so it's only right for me to get a little angry with him. Besides, it's just a matter of sending him to the study to sleep for a night. It's not a big deal."

Yingyue sneered, "Don't be so high-sounding. How dare you say you have no selfish motives? Didn't you hate this peasant to death at the beginning? Every time he held your hand, you would wash it several times. Now you're jealous of his wife?"

Lin Xue clenched her palms and lowered her head in embarrassment. Indeed, when her master assigned her this task, she wanted to die. She had been raised with great care and pampering. For a humble figure like Song Zhaoxing to even meet her was a great blessing from his ancestors.

But later, her family was convicted, the building collapsed, and she fell from the clouds. In order to escape the shackles of fate, she acknowledged her master and accepted his orders. She wanted to commit herself to Song Zhaoxing, stay by his side, and find out his secrets.

At first, she was completely servile towards Song Zhaoxing. He was such a vulgar man, with only a handsome appearance, he couldn't even read a few words, was incompetent in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and was extremely poor at speaking. She wrote poems to criticize him, but not only did he not understand, he actually praised them as good poems. How could such a man be worthy of touching her? She always had to bathe for a long time to wash away the disgust.

But later, Song Zhaoxing doted on her recklessly and admired her wholeheartedly. She seemed to have become that noble lady again. She enjoyed that feeling very much and no longer felt disgusted when looking at Song Zhaoxing.

A woman, after giving her body, will unconsciously give her heart. She began to keep Song Zhaoxing in her heart and began to pay attention to him all the time.

She noticed that when Song Zhaoxing called her "Xue'er," his tone was gentle and affectionate, his expression intoxicated. She thought that was Song Zhaoxing's affection for her, but later she discovered that when Song Zhaoxing looked at her, it was as if he was looking at someone else, but Song Zhaoxing himself was unaware of it. This discovery drove her crazy. She wanted to know who Song Zhaoxing was thinking of. Was it his wife, He? That was why she lost her mind today and did such an inappropriate thing.

She was a little dazed. She would never have thought that she would compete with a village woman for the favor of a peasant.

Seeing that Lin Xue was silent for a long time, Yingyue warned her coldly: "Lin Xue, please remember your identity, remember your master, and remember your mission!" Then, Yingyue bowed to Lin Xue, and instantly changed into the posture of a maid, and comforted her kindly: "Miss, it's getting late, and the dew is heavy. Please rest early. I'll take my leave!" After that, she retreated and closed the door gently.

Lin Xue lay on the bed, sobbing softly.

Xie Qingli on the roof was stunned. Song Zhaoxing had a mistress in his house, but the mistress was actually a spy sent by someone else?

Seeing Xie Qingli in a daze, Zou Ping gently pulled her back. Xie Qingli came to her senses, and the two of them walked around the mansion, but found no useful clues. They arrived at the study, where the two gatekeepers were dozing off. Xie Qingli and Zou Ping climbed through the window and entered the study, only to find Song Zhaoxing sleeping on the couch, fully clothed, mumbling softly.

Staring at Song Zhaoxing's face, Xie Qingli was filled with hatred. However, revenge could be taken slowly; the most urgent task was to find the jade pendant. She took out a packet of medicinal powder, pinched a little and placed it under Song Zhaoxing's nose. After Song Zhaoxing inhaled the powder, he fell into a deep sleep, unconscious.

The two searched the study room but found no trace of the jade pendant. Xie Qingli signaled Zou Ping, who went forward to search Song Zhaoxing's body. Apart from a few banknotes, he found nothing. The two had no choice but to climb out the window and leave the study room, feeling very disappointed.

Xie Qingli didn't know that her every move was seen by Han Jue who followed her. After the two left, Han Jue also climbed through the window into the study. He had just seen the hatred in the young master's eyes clearly. He looked as if he wanted to slap this man a few times, but the young master just stared at this man fiercely for a while without taking any action.

Could it be that this man had a grudge against the young master? But the young master didn't seem like someone who would compromise, and it would be hard to not take revenge.

Han Jue stroked his wrist. The young master had cured him of a long-standing illness. He felt a sense of relief that he needed to repay the favor. He seemed determined. He grabbed Song Zhaoxing's hair and slapped him hard, both sides. He didn't stop until Song Zhaoxing's cheeks were swollen.

Han Jue didn't dare stay any longer. He climbed out of the study through the window, took a shortcut, and rushed madly towards the inn. Just as he put on the mask and sat down, Xie Qingli and Zou Ping happened to enter the room. Han Jue tried his best to suppress his heavy breathing, and he was very grateful that the mask covered his sweaty face.

Seeing that Chunya had fallen asleep on the table and Han Jue still looked bored, Xie Qingli ordered Zou Ping: "Uncle Ping, you two should go and have a rest too! We can discuss other things tomorrow." Zou Ping took the order and took Han Jue back to the room.

Xie Qingli carried Chunya to bed and sighed. This nighttime visit to the Song residence had yielded nothing, save for the deepening mystery surrounding Song Zhaoxing. A small jade pendant could be hidden anywhere, and finding it quietly seemed like wishful thinking...