Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Princess Shuhua walked into the room with a gloomy face. Her eyes were frosty as she stared at Xie Jingyuan, wishing she could slap him in the face right away.

When Xie Jingyuan saw who was coming, his eyes immediately lit up with joy. In order to save his life, Princess Shuhua was willing to pretend to be his wife despite her status as a princess. Such love really made his heart warm!

He glanced at Mr. Hopeless out of the corner of his eye, thinking that this man didn't know their identities anyway, so he deliberately drew out his voice and called tenderly, "Madam~" He stretched out his slender hand towards Shuhua, with his fingertips slightly bent, with a hint of tenderness.

Unexpectedly, Princess Shuhua didn't react with the shyness and joy he'd expected. Instead, she took a sharp step back. Her eyes were cold, and her lips were pressed into a sharp line.

Xie Jingyuan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and his heart suddenly sank.

Xie Qingli watched the spectacle with a cold eye, barely suppressing a smile. Xie Jingyuan had expended countless efforts in crafting such a splendid facade to please Grand Princess Shuhua. Now, with a simple trick, she had only peeled back that veil of hypocrisy, and a rift had already appeared between these two lovers.

However, wouldn't it be a pity if such a perfect match were to be separated?

She suddenly smiled and said in a clear voice, "Madam, please be at ease. Your husband's injury is not serious. He will recover after some rest."

At this moment, a little medicine boy came in with a medicine bowl in his hand and said respectfully, "Sir, the medicine has been boiled according to the prescription."

Xie Qingli's eyes moved, and he looked at Shuhua with a smile, and said in a gentle voice: "This medicine needs to be taken while it is hot to see its effect. Madam, please help your husband take the medicine, and then rest for a while, and then you can set off to return home."

Princess Shuhua's fingertips trembled slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she was caught off guard by the half-smiling eyes of Mr. Wuwang, and the blood color on her face faded instantly.

Her heart went cold. This man had clearly seen through her, knowing that she was neither Xie Jingyuan's legal wife nor his concubine, yet he was pretending to be someone else and feigning affection. His meaningful gaze must have shown that he had already considered her a shameless and frivolous person.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Princess Shuhua wished she could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. But she didn't dare to get angry, let alone argue. If she started making a scene and her true identity became known, she would be humiliated in Shengjing City.

Under Xie Qingli's half-smiled gaze, Princess Shuhua took the medicine bowl with trembling hands, slowly moved to Xie Jingyuan's bedside and helped him drink the medicine, but every time she scooped up a spoonful of medicine, it seemed as if it was tormenting her soul.

Xie Jingyuan's burning gaze fixed on her, a look as sticky as a spider's thread that nearly made her nauseous. Suddenly, Xie Jingyuan reached out and covered her wrist. She froze, her rage nearly overtaking her mind.

But the next moment, the warmth of his palm seeped into her skin like a cold spring, freezing the nausea that was surging in her. She wanted to shake him off, but she couldn't help but crave the coolness. These two diametrically opposed thoughts tore at her mind, nearly driving her mad.

Xie Qingli lowered her eyes and stared at the two people's clasped wrists, the corners of her lips slowly curled up. The "Ashes of Love" that she had painstakingly concocted was like the red string in the hands of Yue Lao, which would surely bind this pair of lovers together tightly.

"Madam, your husband's pulse is stable. There are still patients waiting for treatment in the front hall. I will take my leave first." Having achieved his goal, Xie Qingli left with satisfaction.

There was no one else in the room. A cold light suddenly flashed in Princess Shuhua's eyes. She raised her hand and the medicine bowl went straight to Xie Jingyuan's heart.

"Bang!" The remaining brown medicine left a stain on Xie Jingyuan's clothes.

Xie Jingyuan groaned, a sinister look flashing in his eyes, but it turned into a look of grievance in an instant: "Your Highness, but what did I do... that did not meet your expectations?"

Princess Shuhua pursed her lips tightly. The graceful demeanor that had once captivated her heart now seemed only false and artificial. But this skin seemed to be poisoned, making her uncontrollably want to get close to it.

She moved her lips, but eventually swallowed back the questions. As the eldest princess, how could she allow others to know that she was deceived by such a hypocrite?

She forced a stiff smile and said calmly, "Thank you, don't blame me. I just...slipped my hand."

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The sky is clear and cloudless.

The generals of the Southwestern Army who were summoned back to Beijing to report on their work arrived in Beijing. After entering the palace to meet the emperor, Xie Tingyu did not return to the Jing'an Marquis Mansion, but went straight to Yingxueju on Jinxiu Street with his personal soldiers.

When Jiang Muxue heard the servant's message, the teacup in her hand shook. She didn't bother to wipe off the water stains and hurried out to greet him, holding up her skirt. Seeing this, Xie Qingli hurriedly grabbed his cloak and put it around her.

In the courtyard, Xie Tingyu strode in. Looking up, he saw his mother and sister approaching. His throat choked slightly, and he took two steps forward, his voice low and gentle: "Mother, I'm back."

Jiang Muxue looked up at Xie Tingyu and saw that his well-defined jawline had become more resolute. His former youthful innocence had transformed into a stern and majestic demeanor. A gentle ripple appeared in her eyes and she whispered, "I'm glad you're back."

She paused, wanting to speak but hesitant, and finally couldn't help but said worriedly: "Did you just leave the palace and go straight here? If the Marquis' Mansion knew about this, I'm afraid they would find fault with you..."

Xie Tingyu grasped Jiang Muxue's slightly cold hand and said, "I think Father and Grandmother won't mind these empty formalities. But when I received Li'er's letter and learned about Mother's plight, I wished I could fly back. Mother... has suffered."

Xie Qingli stepped forward and took Jiang Muxue's arm, smiling and saying, "Mother, it's windy outside, let big brother come in to warm up."

In the warm room, smoke curled up, the aroma of tea filled the air, and the mother and son chatted for a while. Only when the sun was setting did Xie Tingyu straighten his clothes and head towards the Marquis' Mansion.

In front of the Marquis's mansion gate, two servants were leaning against a stone lion, chatting. Suddenly, they heard the crisp sound of horse hooves from the street corner. Looking up, they saw Xie Tingyu, dressed in a dark brocade robe, riding a tall horse. One of the servants cried out "Ouch!" and ran into the mansion, shouting as he ran, "The eldest young master has returned!"

In the front hall, Xie Qingyao was pacing back and forth, clutching a handkerchief. Ever since she learned Xie Tingyu had entered the city gate, she had been guarding here for two full hours. Hearing the commotion outside, she hurried out with her maid to greet him. As soon as she turned around the screen wall, she saw Xie Tingyu swiftly dismount from his horse.

"Brother!" Xie Qingyao's eyes sparkled with tears. She quickly stepped forward, holding up her skirt, and raised her hand slightly: "It's been a long time since I last saw you, brother. Yao'er misses you so much..."

Xie Tingyu turned aside to avoid her outstretched hand, and only said "hmm" lightly, without even lingering his eyes, and strode into the house.

Xie Qingyao stood frozen in place, her eyes lowered slightly to hide the resentment surging in them. After a moment, she forced a gentle smile and quickly followed.

Inside Songhe Hall, Madam Xie reclined on a bed covered in brocade, while Madam Xu carefully tucked in the corners of her quilt. Although she still looked sick, her eyes were clearer than they had been recently.

The beaded curtain rustled softly, and Xie Tingyu stepped into the inner room. Seeing his grandmother's haggard face lying on the couch, his eyes warmed slightly. He quickly rushed to the couch and choked out, "Grandma!"

When Mrs. Xie saw who was coming, her eyes suddenly lit up and her lips moved slightly: "Yu'er..."

"Rebel!"

Xie Jingyuan's face was ashen as he stumbled in with the help of Xie Qingyao. He raised his hand and picked up the feather duster on the table and hit Xie Tingyu hard on the back...