Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Xie Qingli flew forward and swung his fist at Song Zhaoxing. Song Zhaoxing had no power to fight back and was kicked around by Xie Qingli like a sandbag.

The pain from each punch was so intense that Song Zhaoxing wished he were dead. With each blow, he prayed for death, but the next one would always arrive, the pain even worse than the last. After what felt like ten thousand years, the blows finally stopped, and Song Zhaoxing collapsed into a puddle of mud, still struggling to survive.

Lin Xue huddled in a corner of the room, shivering. She couldn't imagine how painful it would be if these punches and kicks landed on her body. At the critical moment, Song Zhaoxing pushed her out to block the knife. She had just been cursing Song Zhaoxing for a miserable death, but now that Song Zhaoxing was beaten to death, she felt a little distressed.

Song Zhaoxing panted heavily. Through his blurred vision, he recognized Lin Xue hiding in the corner. He pleaded in a low voice: "Xue'er, save me, please!"

Lin Xue shook her head slightly. She was frightened by the thief's fighting ability. She didn't want to be beaten to death. Song Zhaoxing was extremely disappointed. It turned out that he had overestimated this woman and had wasted his past love for her. She was nothing.

Xie Qingli walked around the room and found the open secret compartment on the bed. There were some banknotes and a few letters in the compartment. She didn't have time to take a closer look, so she put all the things in the compartment away and looted all the gold, silver and jade in the house. Her behavior was very much like the chivalrous thieves in the martial arts world.

After looking around and finding nothing else valuable in the room, Xie Qingli turned and walked out. When she passed Song Zhaoxing, he reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes: "No, you can't take the jade pendant and the letter with you."

Xie Qingli stopped, his dark eyes coldly looking down at Song Zhaoxing. Song Zhaoxing said, "I know you chivalrous men don't have much money. You can take all the gold, silver, jewels, and jade in this mansion, but you must leave this jade pendant and letter to me."

Seeing that Xie Qingli was attracted by Song Zhaoxing, Lin Xue lifted her skirt and quietly moved to the door, then ran out with all her might. She wanted to call someone over quickly.

Xie Qingli raised her eyes to glance at Lin Xue's back and started to chase her, but Song Zhaoxing used all his strength to grab the corner of her clothes: "The jade pendant and letter are the tokens of love given to me by my sweetheart. I have treasured them for many years and they are very important to me. It's useless for you to take them, so please give them back to me!" Song Zhaoxing often heard people say that people in the martial arts world value feelings the most, and love is also a kind of emotion!

Xie Qingli was shocked and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who is your sweetheart?"

Song Zhaoxing said affectionately, "The person who gave me the jade pendant is my sweetheart. We are in love with each other. She is not from Jiazhou, so you wouldn't know her even if I told you."

Xie Qingli raised her foot and stomped hard on Song Zhaoxing's hand that was holding the corner of her clothes, and said coldly: "Speak!"

Song Zhaoxing felt the pain in his hand tearing his lungs apart. He cried out, "Her name is Mu Xue, Mu Xue!"

Mu Xue?

Xie Qingli was shocked and angry. Song Zhaoxing, that bitch, not only killed her, but also dared to covet her mother and ruin her reputation like this! She kicked Song Zhaoxing away, intending to beat him up again.

Zou Ping had already flown down from the rooftop and knocked Lin Xue, who had just reached the gate, unconscious with a single blow. He then shouted into the house, "The government officials are here! Run!"

Xie Qingli took two steps at a time and came to Song Zhaoxing. Looking at his disgusting face, he stepped hard on Song Zhaoxing's crotch. Song Zhaoxing screamed and fainted.

When Xie Qingli ran to the door, he turned around and looked at the gorgeous house. He took out a fire starter from his arms, lit it, and threw it directly at the gauze curtain at the door. The house immediately caught fire.

When Yingyue led the government runners into the main courtyard, they saw Lin Xue fainted in the yard and the house was burning. There was no trace of the thieves.

……

Yunlai Inn, late at night.

Xie Qingli took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the jade pendant.

In her previous life, she was a nameless wild girl for thirteen years.

Until that day, she was tied to an altar by Song Zhaoxing. She sensed danger and struggled desperately, but Song Zhaoxing held her down. A group of Taoist priests in strange attire placed the jade pendant on her chest and covered her body with talismans. They began a strange ritual, repeatedly calling her "Xie Qingli." Only then did she realize she had a name: Xie Qingli.

She had just learned her name, and before she could even feel joy, she felt a piercing pain, like a sharp knife cutting her heart. The pain continued to grow and deepen until her consciousness was completely swallowed. After what seemed like an eternity, she woke up in a daze, not knowing why she was able to float in the wind.

She looked back and saw her skinny body curled up lifeless on the cold altar. The lifeless big eyes on her thin cheeks had turned blood red, and a tear of blood was flowing from the corner of her eye.

She wanted to return to her body, but her frantic attempts were futile. She knew she was dead and had become a ghost. The Taoist priests ignored her death and continued to perform the ritual in an orderly manner.

She looked around blankly and saw Song Zhaoxing's face, stern and serious, and He Shi's face, nervous. They both stood respectfully behind a girl of about thirteen or fourteen. The girl was dressed in brocade, her hair covered with pearls and jade, and her face covered with a white veil. Only a pair of beautiful, calm eyes were visible, and only her slightly trembling delicate hands betrayed the excitement in her heart.

An old lady with a solemn face stood beside the girl. She held the girl's hand and stroked it gently, soothing the girl's agitated emotions, and the girl regained her dignified demeanor.

Xie Qingli yelled at them, but they seemed unaware and indifferent.

At that time, Xie Qingli didn't know who the girl was. It was not until she became a maid in the Marquis's Mansion that she knew that the girl was Xie Qingyao, the eldest daughter of Jing'an Marquis's Mansion, Song Zhaoxing and He's biological daughter, and that the old nanny was Nanny Hua, Xie Qingyao's most trusted servant.

The ceremony ended in a flash, and the leading Taoist priest respectfully reported to Xie Qingyao, "Miss, the ceremony has been successful. The Phoenix Fate of that person has been transferred to you. In the future, you will surely become a mother of the country and a role model for women all over the world."

Xie Qingyao nodded excitedly. When she heard Aunt Hua cough lightly beside her, she quickly calmed down and said calmly, "Thank you, Taoist priest." Aunt Hua hurriedly handed over a stack of banknotes.

Xie Qingli didn't know what they talked about afterwards, because Song Zhaoxing had already taken a piece of rag, casually rolled up her body, tucked it under his armpit and walked out.

Xie Qingli still wanted to return to her body, so she followed Song Zhaoxing closely. She saw Song Zhaoxing casually throw her body into a mass grave, and then turned and left without any reluctance.

Xie Qingli was spinning around in circles. Her body was stiff, and her blood-red eyes were still wide open. She wanted to close her eyes, but she was a ghost and could not touch any entity.

As night fell, her body attracted several foraging bearded dogs, who frantically tore at her body and devoured it. She was so anxious that she ran around in circles, but she couldn't save a single piece of her own flesh...

Recalling this, Xie Qingli couldn't help but burst into tears.

She had thought her most vivid memories of her past life were of being Lu Li, learning from her master, and spending years with her mother, Jiang Muxue. The thirteen years of extreme suffering she had experienced with the Song family seemed entirely fuzzy and hazy.

Only today did she realize that she remembered everything, and the memories were extremely vivid. She just didn't want to remember the extreme pain, so she deceived herself into having forgotten those memories.

Xie Qingli sat there for a moment, then wiped away her tears. She only allowed herself this moment of weakness. Touching the jade pendant in her hand, she smiled brightly. In this life, she had seized the initiative. Those enemies would eventually be trampled under her feet...