Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Xie Jingyuan was being unreasonable, and Xie Qingli was too lazy to waste time arguing with him. He ordered in a cold voice: "Come here, report it to the authorities! Report that someone has the audacity to embezzle the dowry of a court lady. Request the authorities to arrest the thief immediately!"

"Evil girl!" Xie Jingyuan shouted angrily, but his voice couldn't conceal his panic. If this matter were reported to the authorities, his career would be ruined. He said hastily, "They say family disgrace shouldn't be aired in public. Why are you reporting this to the authorities at the first sign? Do you really need to cause such a scene that it would cause a huge uproar and bring disgrace to the Marquisate?"

Xie Qingli sneered, his eyes cold and stern. "Oh? So father also knew that what he was doing was a shameful thing that should not be made public. If he knew it, why did he insist on doing it?"

Xie Jingyuan was so angry at being lectured by his own daughter that his face turned blue. He shouted angrily: "You unfilial daughter, how dare you talk back to your own father? This is simply treason!"

Xie Qingli rolled his eyes in disdain, a hint of sneer on his lips, and said lightly: "It seems that father still doesn't want to talk to Li'er properly. In that case, let's report to the police! Someone..."

"Wait!" Xie Jingyuan was fuming, wanting to rush up and give Xie Qingli a slap to vent his anger. He took two steps forward, but when he caught a glimpse of the cold, knife-like gazes of the servants behind Xie Qingli, he abruptly stopped.

He suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, "Evil girl, what do you want?" He raised his hand and pointed at the boxes piled up around him, his tone cold and reluctant: "Okay, okay! I allow you to move all these away. Are you satisfied now?!"

"Not satisfied!" Xie Qingli shook his head and took out Jiang Muxue's dowry list from his bosom. With a flick of his fingertips, he unfolded the list and said coldly, "The amount of A'niang's dowry is clearly written on this list. If we can't check it one by one and find all the property today, Li'er can only send someone to report it to the authorities and ask them to seek justice."

Xie Jingyuan flew into a rage, his face flushing crimson. He shouted, "Evil girl, don't push your luck! Jiang has enjoyed prosperity and wealth in my mansion for twenty years. How could her dowry still be intact? You are being unreasonable!"

Xie Qingli's lips curled slightly, his tone was indifferent, and every word was like a knife: "Father's words are self-contradictory. If mother really enjoyed the splendor and wealth in the Marquis' Mansion, why would she sacrifice her own dowry? If she didn't enjoy the good life, but gave birth to children for father, was filial to grandmother, and endured all kinds of hardships, and father failed her, why can't she recover what is hers with dignity? Father is making excuses like this, Li'er feels so sorry for mother!"

"You...you..." Xie Jingyuan pointed at Xie Qingli with a trembling finger, his lips trembling. After a long while, he squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "You sharp-tongued country girl, I shouldn't have recognized you in the first place, you evil creature!"

Cheng Shan sensed something was amiss and hurried to the study. As soon as he stepped into the backyard, he heard Xie Jingyuan's words. He frowned and said coldly, "Master Xie, I've sent someone back to the Jiang residence to report this. If you persist in your wrongdoing, the Jiang family can risk its reputation and ask the government to bring justice. Or..."

He paused, then said meaningfully, "I've heard that there's a storyteller in the east of the city who's really good at spinning stories about the secrets of the rich and powerful, and spreading them all over the streets and alleys. If Master Xie doesn't mind, I'd like to ask him to tell a story."

"How dare you!" Xie Jingyuan's tone was firm, but his aura was noticeably weaker. He turned to look at the bewildered servants of the Marquis' Mansion and shouted angrily, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and fish the box out of the bottom of the pond! Do you want me to do it myself?"

Upon hearing this, the servants of the Marquisate hurried to the edge of the pond, hurriedly stripped off their coats, and jumped in. Although the pond wasn't deep, the winter water felt like a thousand-year-old ice. The biting chill penetrated their bones, leaving them shivering and turning pale.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other servants hurriedly put out the raging fire without waiting for Xie Jingyuan's order, and tried their best to grab the unburned cloth from the ashes.

Cheng Shan waved his hand gently, signaling the servants behind him to count the intact boxes and crates. The servants moved quickly and opened the boxes and crates one by one and checked them carefully.

Xie Qingli glanced at the furious Xie Jingyuan and said calmly, "Father, my mother's dowry totaled 120 sets. I'm afraid this isn't all of it. If you've hidden it somewhere else, I urge you to retrieve it as soon as possible. Otherwise..."

She paused, her eyes cold as ice. "If someone with ulterior motives takes advantage of the situation and diverts the money, then only my father will be able to make up for the shortfall."

Xie Jingyuan gritted his teeth, his face so gloomy it looked like water could drip out of it. He hurriedly called over several servants from the Marquis' Mansion and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and go to the courtyards of the Second and Third Young Misses and bring back the boxes and crates that were sent over earlier. Remember, move quickly!"

He paused slightly and added, "Go to Songhe Hall again and ask the second master to move those boxes from Songhe Hall to the study. If anyone asks, just say it was my order." The servants of the marquis' mansion took the order and left.

The servants were bustling with activity, while Xie Qingli and Xie Jingyuan stared at each other in silence, the atmosphere so tense it felt like water could be squeezed out of them. Xie Jingyuan glared at Xie Qingli with resentment, his heart raging with rage as he pondered how he would deal with this disobedient and unfilial daughter. Xie Qingli, on the other hand, remained composed, her lips curled slightly. A clever servant even brought a chair over, and she leisurely sat down, her gaze casting a dispassionate glance at the people in the backyard.

Soon, a servant from the Marquis's residence hurried to Xie Jingyuan and whispered, "Marquis, the second young lady doesn't believe what I say and is trying to stop us from moving it. She said...she said that it was the dowry that the Marquis prepared for her and no one can touch it. She is now coming to the study with her maid. Look..."

Before the servant finished speaking, Xie Qingyao had already appeared at the backyard door. Seeing the boxes piled high with things, a hint of jealousy and greed flashed in her eyes.

She spotted Xie Jingyuan standing in the middle, quickly ran to his side, took his arm, and said aggrievedly, "Father, you just gave Yao'er the dowry today, and this son of a bitch just said he wanted to move it back. How audacious!"

She pointed to the boxes beside her and said coquettishly, "Father, you still have so much here. Can you give Yao'er a few more boxes? A more generous dowry will make Yao'er more respectable when she marries the Third Prince in the future, and won't bring shame to the Marquisate. Father, you love Yao'er the most, right?"

On normal days, Xie Jingyuan would have been incredibly pleased with Xie Qingyao's girlish, even offering her a few words of comfort. But today, he wasn't in the mood. Especially when he caught a glimpse of Xie Qingli's sarcastic smile, he felt a surge of irritation. He pulled his arm back forcefully and said coldly, "This is my order. Those boxes and crates must be brought back intact. Not a single one can be missing!"

After saying this, he waved his hand at the servant who had brought the news and said impatiently, "Hurry up and bring it back."

Xie Qingyao froze in place for a moment. When she turned around and saw Xie Qingli's half-smile and the look of anticipation, she instantly understood.

She clenched the handkerchief in her hand, her heart filled with resentment and resentment. The duck that was about to be in her mouth flew away. How could she swallow this?