Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

The silver moonlight stretched Aunt Hua's shadow very long. The twisted shadow was like a ghost crawling on the ground, extending from the threshold to Jiang Muxue's feet.

Aunt Hua's eyes swept over Jiang Muxue's shivering body, a satisfied smile curling up at the corner of her mouth. She took a few steps to the window and pushed it open with a creak. A cold wind wrapped in snowflakes howled in, instantly devouring the remaining warmth in the room.

Aunt Hua's smile became more and more intense. She narrowed her cloudy old eyes and thought secretly in her heart: In such a bitterly cold night, even if Jiang Muxue is lucky enough not to die, she will definitely lose half her life.

She suddenly turned around, wanting to see if Jiang Muxue would beg for mercy, but she saw moonlight streaming through the window onto Jiang Muxue's face.

That face, which was frozen blue, revealed a breathtaking beauty. The messy black hair and broken lips made her eyebrows and eyes look even colder like the moon. She didn't look like a prisoner at all, but clearly a white plum blossom that was about to be picked under the moon.

The curve of Aunt Hua's mouth suddenly froze. She kicked over the flower stand beside her, stepped on the mess on the ground, and moved towards Jiang Muxue step by step.

Ever since the incident at Xuan Jing Temple that day, she has been hiding in this private house like a rat that cannot stand the light. Zhao Xing is a popular figure in the palace and has many things to do, so he cannot get away. He only sends people to bring her the necessities of life every once in a while.

Until two days ago, Zhao Xing came in the wind and snow. She was deeply moved when she saw Jiang Muxue coming with him.

She originally thought that Zhao Xing tricked Jiang Muxue here to clear the obstacles for Yaoer's future, but she saw that although he ordered people to tie up Jiang Muxue, he got angry because the man tied her too tightly. She saw that he was like a pug, surrounding Jiang Muxue and asking about her well-being, but he didn't show any concern for her as his mother.

Amidst a mixture of jealousy and resentment, she suddenly realized that Zhao Xing actually loved Jiang Muxue! At that moment, she felt like she had been struck by lightning, but then she secretly let it go. Although Zhao Xing had been purged, he was still a man by nature, and he must have been temporarily bewitched by this foxy face.

But after two days of rethinking it, she suddenly realized that Zhao Xing's feelings had probably been brewing long before the child exchange. Otherwise, why would he have gone to such great lengths to save Xie Qingli's life? And why would he have been willing to flee Jiazhou with his family?

A near-insane venom blazed in Aunt Hua's shrouded eyes. If it weren't for this vixen seducing Zhao Xing, how could that bastard Xie Qingli have grown up safely? How could he have returned to the Marquis's residence and opposed Yao'er at every turn? How could she and Tianbao have been separated for over a decade, and now there was no news of Tianbao at all?

She roughly pulled the rag out of Jiang Muxue's mouth, pinched Jiang Muxue's jaw viciously, and said sinisterly: "Tsk tsk tsk, what a coquettish look!"

Suddenly, her tone changed, with a hint of gloating: "The Marquis's wife is hiding away here with me, an old woman, and I'm afraid she doesn't know yet. Now it's widely rumored in the capital that the Marquis's wife took advantage of the wind and snow to elope with her lover!"

Jiang Muxue stared directly at Aunt Hua with a gaze as cold as a pond. There was no trace of panic in her eyes, but instead a stern dignity that forced Aunt Hua's fingers to loosen slightly. "As a servant of the Marquis's mansion, you dared to betray your master and escape privately. Now you have imprisoned the mistress of the house. Do you know what crime you deserve?"

"Hahahaha..." Aunt Hua let out a hoarse and piercing laugh. She pressed the cold blade against Jiang Muxue's neck, her voice filled with a twisted sense of pleasure. "Madam, you are the prisoner now. If I kill you now, who would know I'm hiding here?"

The tip of the knife slowly moved down, leaving fine blood beads on Jiang Muxue's snow-white skin. There was a crazy light in Aunt Hua's eyes, as if she was admiring her own masterpiece, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more ferocious.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

A roar came from behind, and before Aunt Hua could react, the kitchen knife in her hand was snatched away. She turned around and was met with Song Zhaoxing's furious face.

"Zhao Xing, you... why are you here so late?" Nanny Hua was nervous, not sure who was more important in her son's heart, her or Jiang Muxue.

"Why did I come here? If I hadn't arrived in time, would you have killed Xue'er?" Song Zhaoxing's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss.

With a clang, he slammed the kitchen knife in his hand to the ground, his voice suddenly rising: "I temporarily placed Xue'er here and asked Mother to take care of her, but Mother wants to kill her. Does Mother want to kill me too?"

Aunt Hua was so angry at the roar that she trembled all over. She staggered back two steps, a glint of madness flashed in her eyes, and her voice was sharp and piercing: "Xue'er? You're calling her so affectionately!"

"Do you know that Tianbao is your only son in this life, and Yao'er is the hope for the prosperity of the Song family! You neither look for Tianbao nor make plans for Yao'er, but instead spend your time on this woman! Was it for her that you kept her bastard child?"

Bastard...Song family...Yao'er...

Aunt Hua's words exploded like thunder in Jiang Muxue's mind. Her pupils constricted. The eunuch before her was actually the same Song family member who had tortured and abused Li'er?! And Xie Qingyao was this man's biological daughter. Aunt Hua protected Xie Qingyao in every possible way because she was Xie Qingyao's grandmother!

Song Zhaoxing's eyes flashed with coldness, and his tone was as cold as frost: "Mother, be careful with your words!" He glanced at Jiang Muxue from the corner of his eye, and seeing that she looked normal, he felt relieved. Then he shouted in a deep voice outside the door: "Come, send the old lady back to her room to rest."

Two maids came in and respectfully supported Aunt Hua. Aunt Hua's face was full of anger, but she didn't say anything and let the maids take her away.

Song Zhaoxing quickly walked to the window and closed it tightly. He then turned and added a few pieces of charcoal to the charcoal basin. The flames gradually leaped up, dispelling some of the chill. He looked apologetic, his tone gentle but with a hint of resignation: "Xue'er, I will never let you get hurt. My mother... she's been a slave all her life, and her knowledge is shallow. Her words and actions may be inappropriate. I hope Xue'er will bear with her."

Jiang Muxue laughed sarcastically, her voice piercing with coldness: "You won't let me get hurt? Then why did you imprison me here? And where is my maid?"

Song Zhaoxing's expression tensed. He hurried forward and gently untied the rope around Jiang Muxue's wrist. His tone was gentle, "Xue'er, don't be angry. I... had no choice. Otherwise, Xue'er would definitely not stay here obediently."

He took a step back, his eyes deep and blazing. "Xue'er, I've sent your maid to a miracle doctor for treatment. As long as you stay here peacefully, you and your servant will surely be reunited one day."

After a pause, he continued, "You stay here for now. Once I finish my work, I'll take you far away. Let's live out our days as a couple, far away from all this trouble. Okay?"

His tone was filled with longing, his voice trembling slightly, and he was filled with unconcealable excitement. This was a dream he had buried deep in his heart for over a decade, and he had never expected to have the opportunity to speak it out loud!

Jiang Muxue's stomach churned. The eunuch before her actually called her "Xue'er" in such a deeply affectionate tone, which made her even more nauseous than Xie Jingyuan had called her that. She suppressed the rising nausea, slightly flexed her stiff wrist, and while Song Zhaoxing was off guard, she quickly pulled out the hairpin from her head and stabbed him with all her might.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, and her eyes were cold and stern, as if they contained all the hatred and determination she could muster. Since she couldn't escape, she would sacrifice her life to avenge Li'er!