Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Xie Qingli's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes darkening. His fingertips tapped the edge of the table lightly, and his voice softened, "Sister Rong'er is just over ten years old. Why is Second Uncle so anxious to arrange a marriage for her? I wonder which family you've chosen?"

Fu'er's body trembled slightly, and her voice became tense. "This servant... This servant is not quite sure. I don't think they are from a good family, otherwise the Third Master and his wife wouldn't be so angry."

She swallowed and continued, "Madam wanted to send a letter to her parents' home for help, but the messenger was intercepted before he even left the corner gate. The Second Master immediately sent a dozen fierce servants to surround the courtyard. Even...even Miss Rong'er's personal maid was locked up in the woodshed. Poor Madam was still pregnant. The Third Master tried to break out and argue several times, but was beaten back by those vicious servants..."

At this point, Fu'er's eyes were already filled with tears. She wiped her eyes and said calmly, "That day, I happened to be visiting my family. When I returned, I found that the Marquis's mansion only allowed people to enter but not leave. I wanted to sneak into the yard to rescue Miss Rong'er, but the guards were too strict..."

She took a deep breath and continued, "Later, I got the news from Mrs. Li in the kitchen. I took advantage of the night to crawl out from the hidden dog hole in the west corner of the garden and was able to rush over to tell the eldest lady."

A cold light flashed in Xie Qingli's eyes, then turned into tenderness. She reached out and gently stroked the top of Fu'er's head, saying softly, "Good girl, I'm sorry for this. Don't worry, I will definitely rescue Sister Rong'er."

Then he turned to the maid beside him and ordered, "Take Fu'er to the side room and have a good rest. Ask the kitchen to make a bowl of soothing soup."

Fu'er followed the maid out of the warm room and just as she turned around the screen, she saw the Marquis's wife standing in the corridor. The sky was dim, and the Marquis's wife was wearing a crimson cloak, her face hidden in the shadows and difficult to distinguish.

Fu'er's heart leaped, and she hurriedly bowed, her knees buckling as she nearly fell to the ground. She was secretly terrified. Before the eldest daughter had returned to her ancestral home, the Third House and the Marquis' wife had had no contact. Now that the Marquis' wife had suddenly appeared, was she trying to stop the eldest daughter from rescuing the people? Thinking of this, cold sweat soaked her inner garment.

Jiang Muxue looked at Fu'er with serious eyes, but did not say a word. She just gathered her cloak and walked straight past her into the warm room.

The flickering candlelight in the warm room illuminated Xie Qingli's cool profile. Her fingertips were unconsciously stroking the teacup, her brow furrowed in thought.

Seeing this, Jiang Muxue sighed softly, walked forward slowly, and said softly, "Li'er, do you really want to get involved in the dirty business in that mansion?"

Xie Qingli's eyebrows curved, and he affectionately took Jiang Muxue's arm and pulled her to sit beside him. She tilted her head and said with a smile: "Mother, my name is still recorded in the Xie family tree. How can meddling in my own family affairs be considered meddling?"

As she spoke, she leaned close to Jiang Muxue's ear and lowered her voice, "Besides, Second Uncle's biological daughter, Xie Qingqi, is two years older than Rong'er. Why isn't he in a hurry to discuss marriage? He's so anxious to send Rong'er away. Who knows, he might be planning something shameful."

She suddenly straightened up, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and deliberately imitated the tone of a street scoundrel, slamming the table and saying, "I, Xie Qingli, will definitely uphold justice and intervene! Not only will I ruin Xie Jingliang's plans, but I will also expose the true colors of those wolves and tigers in the Marquis' Mansion who are disguised as human beings!"

Jiang Muxue laughed at her sudden vulgarity, then her face turned stern and she pretended to hit her: "You little girl! Who taught you such vulgar language?"

At three o'clock in the morning, the moon disappears and the stars sink.

Xie Qingli and Leng Shuang, dressed in nightwear, scaled the walls of the mansion like two ghosts. Knowing the layout of the mansion like the back of their hand, they reached Xie Qingrong's side room in a matter of seconds.

In front of the wing door, two burly women dozed off. Their fleshy faces, illuminated by the candlelight, looked menacing. The food in the food boxes by the door had long since gone cold, the oil congealed into lumps.

The two exchanged glances, their bodies moving like lightning, one striking at each of the maids. In an instant, both maids collapsed to the ground. Leng Shuang fished out the key from the maid's waist, and with a soft click of the copper lock, the door opened.

"Get out! I said I won't eat!" A weak, angry shout came from the inner room. The room was as dark as ink, without even a candle lit.

Xie Qingli's heart tightened, and he quickly walked towards the inner room. Leng Shuang quickly lit a candle, and the dim candlelight immediately dispelled the darkness.

In the flickering candlelight, I saw a thin figure with disheveled hair lying on the bed, lying weakly.

"Gulu——"

A long rumbling sound suddenly sounded, which was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Xie Qingli's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of his lips: "Oh, just for such a small matter, sister Rong'er is going on a hunger strike? Sister thinks this is a sign of integrity, but in fact, it is just to make her loved ones sad and her enemies happy."

Xie Qingrong looked up suddenly when she heard the voice, and a pair of tearful almond eyes appeared between her messy black hair.

"Big sister..." She choked with sobs and clutched Xie Qingli's sleeve as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Second uncle said... said he would marry me to the Zhou family before the New Year. I... I am locked up here alone, and I can't see my parents. Apart from going on a hunger strike, I really can't think of any other way..."

Xie Qingli's eyes seemed to be frozen with frost, and his voice was sharp: "Which Zhou family? Who in the Zhou family does Second Uncle want to marry you to?"

Xie Qingrong shrank back, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "It's...it's the home of Minister Zhou of the Ministry of Revenue. Last time he came to the mansion for a banquet, he ran into me in the corridor...My second uncle said that Minister Zhou was interested in taking me as his second wife."

Xie Qingli's eyes glared slightly. Now in charge of Tingyu Tower, she knew the ins and outs of the powerful in the capital. A cold glint suddenly formed in her eyes as she angrily shouted, "Minister Zhou is nearly fifty years old, four wives have died, and not only is he pregnant, he also has numerous concubines. Second Uncle is pushing you into the fire pit!"

Xie Qingrong's eyes were red. "Second uncle said...that although our third branch lives in the Marquis' Mansion, we are still just a small merchant family. This marriage is too high for us..."

"That's ridiculous!" Xie Qingli sneered, "If this was truly a good match, why didn't he let Xie Qingqi marry him?"

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and her voice suddenly became deep: "Where are Third Uncle and Third Aunt now? I want to ask them in person how they want to handle this matter."

Xie Qingrong forced herself to stand up and struggled to reach for the cloak hanging on the screen: "I haven't seen them for two days. I'm going with my elder sister."

Xie Qingli pushed her back onto the bed without explanation. Although his force was light, it was irresistible. "Looking at the way you look, do you want to make your uncle and aunt heartbroken to death?"

She turned around and ordered, "Leng Shuang, go get some food for Sister Rong'er. Her spleen and stomach are weak right now, so she's not allowed to eat any greasy food."

After giving her instructions, she walked out. The unconscious woman lay on the ground in the corridor. She didn't stop, but walked straight towards the main room...