Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Xie Qingli sat in his corner seat for two hours, the tea in his cup already cold. It wasn't until the lanterns in the teahouse dimmed that he saw the group of servants, arm in arm, stumbling out of the private room on the third floor. Their faces were flushed, and the air was heavy with the smell of alcohol, as if they had just been scooped out of a wine vat.

Although there were waiters serving food and wine coming in and out of the private room, they were all in a hurry and were obviously not the person Feng Zhaoheng wanted to see.

Xie Qingli's fingers gripping the teacup tightened slightly, but he still sat there for another quarter of an hour without giving up, until the waiters in the teahouse started to clear away the tables and chairs, and no one came down from upstairs.

The waiter who had stopped her earlier walked over, glanced at the pot of pale tea in front of her, and grinned, "Young Master, did you really order this top scholar tea? I see you've been drinking it all night, and the tea leaves must have lost their spirit, right?"

Xie Qingli was embarrassed and was about to answer when he saw a group of people slowly walking down from the fourth floor. The woman in the lead wore a light veil on her head. Although her face could not be seen clearly, her noble aura could not be concealed.

Xie Qingli was shocked. He intuitively felt that this person was the one who had a secret meeting with Feng Zhaoheng, but they were not on the same floor. How did they meet?

As she was thinking, the woman raised her hand and gently touched the curtain. Her slender fingers, dyed with red nail polish, passed by, as gorgeous as blood. Xie Qingli's heart skipped a beat. Where had she seen these hands before?!

Seeing that the pedestrian was about to step out of the teahouse, Xie Qingli hurriedly took out a few coins from his sleeve and said, "Student, I will pay the bill right away..."

The clerk took the silver, weighed it, and grinned, "Okay, take care, young master, and come back next time!" The long tail tone was full of teasing.

Xie Qingli's ears flushed with embarrassment, and he walked out quickly with his head lowered. As he left the teahouse, he saw the woman had already boarded the gilded carriage. The moment the curtains dropped, the driver whipped the horses.

She flashed into a dark alley nearby. Leng Shuang had been waiting in the shadows, and immediately came to meet her when she appeared. Xie Qingli quickly removed her braid, revealing her nightwear underneath.

As the moonlight shone down, their eyes met. Without words, their figures flashed out like ghosts and silently joined the slowly moving carriage.

The carriage passed through several streets and alleys, and finally drove into the back gate of Prince Zhong's mansion. Xie Qingli's heart moved slightly, and she suddenly remembered the Princess's chrysanthemum viewing banquet. The Princess Zhong's wife was as gentle as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but her fingers were stained with red nail polish that was as bright as a fiery flame.

I just don't know, is it Prince Zhong's wife alone who is secretly connected with Feng Qian, or... the entire Prince Zhong's Mansion?

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Soon, the Emperor's birthday was approaching, and envoys from various countries began arriving in Shengjing. The streets were filled with flags waving and lanterns and decorations adorning the streets, creating a scene of great prosperity.

The Linyuan delegation arrived belatedly, but it caused a stir the very day it arrived. While Third Prince Tuoba Lie possessed a calm demeanor, his sister, Princess Tuya, was known for her restlessness. Upon entering the city, the spoiled princess disregarded the ban and galloped through the busy streets.

But when they saw the snow-white horse charging forward, wherever its iron hooves passed, the people hurriedly avoided it and cried out in surprise.

Princess Tuya's red skirt fluttered like flames. She paid no attention to the people on the street. She whipped her whip and shouted, "Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a little girl, about seven or eight years old, was unable to dodge and fell to the ground. Amid the screams of the crowd, the heavy horse hooves came down hard, and the little girl vomited blood and died on the spot.

"Yue'er! My Yue'er!" A woman in coarse clothes rushed out from the crowd, tremblingly picked up the little girl's still warm body, and her heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the street.

Princess Tuya reined in her horse and turned, looking down at the mother and daughter on the ground. Her red lips curled slightly, and her eyes held not a trace of guilt, but rather a hint of contempt and sneer: "You lowly people, you don't know how to give way. You deserve to die."

"God damn barbarians!"

"Which country is this beast from? How dare it run wild in Dongling!"

The people's angry curses rose one after another, and several burly men rolled up their sleeves with fire in their eyes.

Princess Tuya sneered, her chin held high. "I am the most honorable Princess Tuya of Linyuan. Do you lowly people have the right to point fingers at me?"

Before he finished speaking, the long whip in his hand had already broken through the air and lashed at the nearest people. The people immediately fled in all directions like frightened birds.

"Stop! This is Dongling, not your Linyuan!" Several bodyguards in shorts jumped down from the teahouse, waved their swords to block Tuya's long whip, and protected the people behind them.

"That's right! With General Jiang guarding the border, why should we be afraid of these Linyuan barbarians!" An old man in the crowd shouted, raising his arms. Hearing this, the common people gradually gathered around, their eyes blazing with anger.

Seeing these "untouchables" dare to resist, Princess Tuya's eyes flashed with surprise, and then her anger intensified. She flicked her wrist and the long whip slashed at the escort's face like a venomous snake: "Looking for death!"

Just then, the Linyuan delegation finally arrived. The third prince, Tuoba Lie, sat atop his horse, his stern face unrecognizable as either emotion or anger. He turned a blind eye to his sister's atrocities, showing no intention of stopping them.

Lord Jiang, the Junior Minister of the Honglu Temple, hurriedly trotted to Princess Tuya's horse and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Princess, please calm down, Princess, please calm down..."

After saying this, he turned around abruptly and shouted at the people: "Are you all rebelling?! This is a distinguished guest of the court, who dares to act rashly?!"

Princess Tuya snorted coldly and pointed her whip at the escorts. "Calm down? These lowly people dared to attack me. Is this how you treat guests in Dongling?"

Lord Jiang immediately understood and waved to the yamen runners behind him: "Come here! Capture these troublemakers for me!"

"Sir! Honourable Lord! Please, help me!" The woman suddenly rushed forward, still holding the little girl's body in her arms. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, blood streaming down her cheeks. "My Yue'er was only seven years old... and she was trampled to death by the princess's horse... Please..."

Only then did Lord Jiang see clearly the small body in the woman's arms. Someone had actually died, and he immediately gasped. He hurriedly beckoned over his attendant and whispered a few words to him. The attendant obeyed and hurriedly slipped out of the crowd.

When he looked up again, he saw a cold glint in Princess Tuya's eyes. She sternly shouted, "Nonsense! I've been yelling at you to get out of my way all the way, but it was this bitch who laid herself down in the middle of the road, courting death. How can you blame her death on my Snow Phoenix?"

As she spoke, she gently stroked Snow Phoenix's silver mane. The horse, as if understanding human nature, snorted in response.

The woman was so choked by these lies that she was speechless. She could only hold her daughter's little body and sit on the ground trembling.

The onlookers clenched their fists, but ultimately dared not take a step forward. They might dare to confront a foreign princess, but they didn't dare to confront their own officials.

Lord Jiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed to Princess Tuya. "Princess, please be patient. I have sent someone to invite His Royal Highness the Third Prince."

Soon, the Third Prince, Chu Yunyuan, arrived at the scene with a team of golden-armored guards. Crown Prince Chu Yuncang had lost the emperor's favor due to his ineffective investigation of the Lantern Festival assassination, and the lucrative position of receiving envoys from various countries fell to the Third Prince.

In Shengjing City, Chu Yuncang remained secluded year-round, rarely seen by the common people. The Third Prince, on the other hand, frequently visited the people, providing disaster relief and porridge, earning him a reputation for virtue. At this moment, he wore a white brocade robe with cloud patterns, the jade belt around his waist gleaming in the sunlight, his steps calm yet commanding.

"Long live His Royal Highness the Third Prince!" The people knelt down and saluted, their voices full of admiration and expectation, as if they had seen a savior.

A glimmer of hope also flashed in the woman's red and swollen eyes. She hugged her daughter's small body tighter, kowtowed heavily in the direction of the Third Prince, and prayed silently with trembling lips: This wise Third Prince, perhaps he can seek justice for her Yue'er?