Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Shengjing City.

The sky was gray, oppressive, and dreary. The air was filled with a biting chill, and every breath made people shiver involuntarily.

Jiang Muxue, wearing a plain brocade cloak inlaid with silver, walked slowly into the courtyard. She gently raised her head and gazed at the sky, her eyes full of worry.

Ming Xia stood quietly behind Jiang Muxue, watching her desolate figure, then gazing at the towering walls surrounding her. She was struck by the feeling that Yingxueju was a lifeless prison, and the Madam like a bird with broken wings, imprisoned there. Especially after the eldest daughter left, the Madam had become gloomy and even seemed to age prematurely.

Mingxia opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something to comfort the lady, but she had always been tongue-tied. After struggling for a long time, she didn't know what to say. She could only stamp her feet lightly, feeling secretly annoyed.

Ning Dong hurried out of the room. She quickly stuffed an exquisite heater into Jiang Muxue's hands and said lightly, "Ah, Madam, I didn't notice you coming out. This winter is particularly cold. If you accidentally catch a cold, the young lady will be heartbroken when she comes back. Please come back to the room with me!"

Ningdong winked at Mingxia, who hurried forward and, together with Ningdong, helped Jiang Muxue back to the room.

Jiang Muxue was cold all over. She sipped a large cup of hot tea and gradually warmed up. She looked around and asked with a frown, "Where is Leng Shuang?"

Ning Dong hurriedly said, "Madam, Sister Leng Shuang has gone to get information."

At that moment, there were very light footsteps at the door. They looked up and saw Leng Shuang striding in. Her expressionless face was slightly red from the cold, adding a touch of softness. A rare hint of joy stained her cold eyes, as if she had encountered something good.

Jiang Muxue looked at Leng Shuang expectantly. Leng Shuang quickly took out a letter from her bosom and said, "Madam, this is the news sent back by the young lady."

Jiang Muxue eagerly took the letter, opened it with trembling hands, and skimmed through it. After a moment, her eyes lit up with joy, and she chuckled softly, "Li'er successfully resolved the matter in Jiazhou and has already set off on her return journey at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month."

Ning Dong's eyes narrowed into slits as she said cheerfully, "Madam, that's great! The eldest lady can come back just in time to spend New Year's Eve with you!"

Jiang Muxue's lips curled up, and her whole body burst with vitality. She nodded gently and instructed in a gentle voice: "The food and clothing for the New Year should be prepared early. This is Li'er's first time celebrating the New Year in Shengjing City, and she must have a lively New Year's holiday."

"Yes, madam, I will go to discuss it with Sister Panchun right away." Ningdong walked out of the room briskly and passed by Zhiqiu who came in hurriedly.

Zhiqiu frowned, held an invitation in front of Jiang Muxue, and whispered, "Madam, this is an invitation from the Yao Mansion..."

Before she could finish, Jiang Muxue's face darkened slightly, and she interrupted in a cold voice, "Didn't I already say that no matter which noble or general holds a banquet, I will not attend. Why did you bring this invitation back?"

Zhiqiu hurriedly explained, "Madam, this Yao Mansion is the same Yao Mansion as Empress Yao. I just passed by the gatehouse and saw the servant delivering the invitation. He said that Old Madam Yao asked you to accept the invitation and told you to open it and take a look."

Jiang Muxue's pupils shrank slightly. Ever since Yao Er's death, she had no contact with the Yao family. She heard that Concubine Meng had become Empress Meng, and the Meng family's power was growing, constantly clashing with the Yao family. As a result, Grand Tutor Yao had resigned from his official position early and lived in luxury at the palace. The once prosperous Yao family had vanished from the scene since then. It wasn't until Chu Yuncang grew up that the younger generation of the Yao family began to rise again.

She was filled with doubts. Why would Old Madam Yao suddenly send someone to invite her? She carefully examined the invitation. The paper was fine and the handwriting was beautiful. There was nothing unusual.

But after opening it, he found a small note inside. The handwriting on it was powerful and clear that it was written by a man. It read: "Thank you, Madam. Qin'er passed away suddenly that year. I found a few secret words among her belongings, which are related to you. These past two days, I have felt that my end is approaching, and I don't want to carry this matter with me to the grave. Please come to my house immediately to discuss it."

Jiang Muxue's mind buzzed. What secret message did Yao Er leave behind? Old Master Yao had never revealed a single word to her for more than ten years, but why did he decide to tell her before he died?

She was puzzled, but time waited for no one. She softly instructed, "Mingxia, Zhiqiu, get ready. I need to go to the Yao Mansion."

Mingxia and Zhiqiu took their orders and left. Lengshuang whispered, "Madam, this invitation comes a little strangely. Besides, it's snowing outside, so it's not a good time to go out today. Please wait a day while I go find out the news."

Jiang Muxue shook her head slightly and said softly, "I can't wait. If I miss this opportunity, I will spend the rest of my life in speculation and regret."

Leng Shuang frowned slightly and said with a cupped hand, "Yes, Madam, I will go and gather some men to protect you immediately."

Jiang Muxue hurriedly dissuaded him, "We need to travel light to the Yao Mansion and return in an hour or two. We shouldn't mobilize so many troops."

Mingxia and Zhiqiu were already ready. Jiang Muxue put on her cloak with their help and walked out the door. Leng Shuang had no choice but to hurry up and follow.

In the yard, snowflakes were falling like feathers, and a thin layer of white frost had accumulated on the ground.

Several people walked quickly towards the gate and saw a servant leaning against the door and shivering.

The servant saw Zhiqiu and happily stepped forward, saying in a trembling voice, "Sister, where are you going? Did the Marquis's wife receive the invitation?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhiqiu's eyes, and he said quickly: "This is my wife. We were just about to go to the Yao Mansion. Why are you still here?"

The servant's eyes lit up. He pointed at the falling snow outside the door and whispered, "It's snowing too hard. I wanted to wait until it died down before returning, but it's getting heavier."

He looked at the carriage parked at the door and said shyly, "Sister, can I take this carriage back? I'll sit next to the driver."

Zhiqiu didn't dare to make a decision on her own. She turned to look at Jiang Muxue, and when she saw Jiang Muxue nodded almost imperceptibly, she said coldly, "You can take the car, but you must obey the driver's instructions and not act on your own."

The servant nodded hurriedly and whispered, "Of course, of course, sister, don't worry..."

Leng Shuang glanced coldly at the servant, secretly wondering if he had any evil intentions. The servant didn't meet her gaze, but ran quickly to the carriage and swiftly placed the horse stool.

Jiang Muxue and several maids got on the carriage one after another, and the servant also sat obediently next to the coachman.

"Drive~"

The driver gave the order, and the carriage slowly started moving, heading towards the Yao Mansion. After a while, it completely disappeared in the falling snow...