Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Aunt Hua recalled the past, not knowing who had left the note for her, and went to the appointment with trepidation. As soon as she stepped into the Qingfeng Teahouse, a stern-faced waiter led her to a private room in the backyard.

Aunt Hua walked in tremblingly, and saw a man in gorgeous stone-blue clothes sitting at the top. The man wore a black mask on his face, leaving only a pair of dark eyes.

Aunt Hua knew that this person must be someone extraordinary, so she didn't dare act rashly and knelt down in front of the man with a plop.

The man in the black mask did not speak for a long time. He lowered his head to look at Aunt Hua who was kneeling on the ground, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, as if a high and mighty god was looking at an ant with great interest.

His eyes were not fierce, but Aunt Hua felt an invisible pressure and was frightened to the point of breaking out in cold sweats.

Just when Aunt Hua was about to be unable to bear it, the man in the black mask suddenly said, "Where did you take Jiang Muxue's child?" His voice was very magnetic and his tone was gentle, as if he was not interrogating her.

Aunt Hua was shocked. This person must want to kill Jiang Muxue's daughter, but she was so careful that night. How did this person find her?

She didn't dare to take it lightly, so she knelt on the ground and replied tremblingly: "My lord, the Marquis's child has been taken care of by this old servant."

The black-masked man closed his eyes and calculated carefully. After a while, he opened his eyes and curled his lips slightly: "Jiang Muxue's daughter is indeed dead." He lowered his head and looked down at Aunt Hua, saying nonchalantly: "She is indeed a cruel and ruthless woman!"

Aunt Hua was so frightened that she immediately fell to the ground, begging for mercy. The black-masked man waved his hand in disdain, and Aunt Hua immediately fell silent, not daring to make any more noise.

The black-masked man asked calmly, "Who is the child in the Marquis' Mansion now? Why did you do this?"

Madam Hua fell to the ground and replied in a trembling voice, "The one in the Marquis' Mansion is the child of a distant relative of mine. I did this for wealth and glory."

The black-masked man seemed to have heard a joke and scoffed, "How dare a tiny ant take over the magpie's nest, coveting such overwhelming wealth and glory without even considering whether it's within its means. Ridiculous!"

He paused and said slowly, "Tell me the child's birth date and time, and I'll calculate whether she has that blessing."

Aunt Hua didn't dare to hide anything and told Xie Qingyao's birth date in detail.

The black masked man narrowed his eyes and calculated casually. Suddenly he opened his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Is this horoscope true?" He actually calculated the fate of a phoenix. How strange!

Aunt Hua quickly replied, "Your Excellency, I dare not hide anything."

The black-masked man was extremely puzzled. He counted again with his fingers, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Could it be that he had just calculated wrong? This time, he had calculated the fate of just an ordinary woman.

Aunt Hua's heart was beating like a drum. These big shots killed them as easily as crushing two ants. She didn't know if they could survive. Her limbs went weak and she fell to the ground, trembling.

The black-masked man seemed to enjoy Aunt Hua's fear. After a long moment, he said mercifully, "Forget it! I'll spare you this time. Enjoy the splendor and wealth of the Marquis' Mansion!"

The scenes of that year echoed in Aunt Hua's mind, and she couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The man in the black mask must know Taoism. Since he calculated that Jiang Muxue's daughter was dead, who was Xie Qingli who returned now?

Xie Qingyao called out to her several times, but Aunt Hua was still lost in her memories. Xie Qingyao was a little annoyed. She tugged at Aunt Hua's sleeve and asked coldly, "Who is Xie Qingli in the mansion now? Is she also a fake?"

Aunt Hua finally came to her senses. She shook her head slightly and said worriedly, "I originally thought that what Jiang Muxue found was a fake, but when I saw Xie Qingli at the gate of the mansion that day, I found that she looked so much like Jiang Muxue. She was also from Jiazhou. I had a bad feeling and wanted to ask your father."

"Your father used to send me letters every month to let me know he was safe, but I haven't heard from him in the past two months. I've been asking people around these past few days to get information, but there's been no news from any of the three of them."

The Song family disappeared? Xie Qingyao's heart was filled with ecstasy. God really has eyes! In this case, as long as she can calm down this old woman in front of her and find an opportunity to get rid of her, no one will know she is a member of the Song family anymore!

Xie Qingli was happy in her heart, but her face was filled with anxiety. She asked anxiously, "Grandma, what should we do if we can't find my father and the others?"

Aunt Hua was stunned. As she got older, she began to care about family affection. Her eyes moistened slightly, and she said repeatedly, "Great, that's great! I thought I would never hear Yao'er call me grandma in this lifetime! Yao'er has no idea how jealous I feel every time I hear Yao'er call that old woman grandma!"

Xie Qingyao suppressed the mockery in her heart, tightly grasped Aunt Hua's hand, and said emotionally, "Yao'er was raised by you, Grandma. Of course, Yao'er is closest to you, Grandma. I always thought, I wish you were my real grandmother, and now my dream has come true! Now that we have this relationship, Yao'er and Grandma will be even closer. Of course, the one in Songhe Hall can't compare to you!"

Aunt Hua watched Xie Qingyao grow up and was naturally familiar with her character. Although she knew that Xie Qingyao's words were at least 50% false, she still felt touched.

She said softly, "I will continue to inquire about your father's news. You should also persuade Old Madam Xie not to be so tough on the Jiang family and Jiang Muxue. The Jiang family is not as easy to manipulate as she thinks. The Marquis should take the initiative to ease the relationship with Jiang Muxue. Only in this way can he keep Jiang Muxue. Otherwise, without the Jiang family, this Marquisate is nothing!"

Xie Qingyao agreed to all of their requests. The two of them, each with their own thoughts, had a pleasant conversation, enjoying the happiness of family.

……

The banquet at the Jiang Mansion was not a low-key one to begin with. The sudden arrival of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the bickering between the Jiang and Xie families instantly made this banquet the hottest topic, sweeping across the entire Shengjing City overnight.

Among them, the most discussed is the mystery of the real and fake daughter of Jing'an Marquis Mansion.

Some people supported the Jiang family. A mother who carried a baby for ten months would surely be able to tell how many babies she was carrying. Moreover, how could twins look completely different?

But there are also people who support the Xie family. Of course, a person would not know what happened when he was in a coma. Moreover, even if that was not his biological daughter, how could he just break off the love of raising him for more than ten years?

Some people even set up bets for this, but who can give a definite answer to this Rashomon incident between the Jiang and Xie families?

Dongling Imperial Palace, Kunning Palace.

Queen Meng sat on a phoenix couch. She was dignified and beautiful, with fair skin and slightly raised eyebrows. She wore a goose-yellow dress embroidered with clouds and a crown adorned with golden step-shaking feathers and pearls, exuding an air of elegance and grace. However, a closer look revealed the faint lines around her eyes and the slightly sagging skin, all signs of aging.

Below her sat a Taoist priest of extraordinary bearing. He wore a loose, azure robe, his face resolute and profound, like a still, calm well. His slightly lowered eyes, as deep as ink, seemed to contain the truth and wisdom of the world, inspiring awe. This man was none other than the Dongling Imperial Preceptor, Taoist Lingxuan.

Queen Meng glanced at Lingxuan. He looked just as he had when they first met over a decade ago. Time hadn't left the slightest trace on him, but his status was completely different. In recent years, Emperor Yingtian had increasingly relied on Lingxuan, and his position had skyrocketed.

Queen Meng no longer dared to look down on Lingxuan as she did before. She was secretly happy in her heart. Fortunately, she had the foresight to recognize Lingxuan's talent and made this important ally.

Empress Meng hesitated for a moment, then spoke gently, "Master Imperial Preceptor, I heard an interesting story today. Word has spread in Shengjing lately that Jiang Muxue has found her long-lost daughter." She paused, considering the situation, "I remember that the Imperial Preceptor confirmed the operation was a success and that Jiang Muxue's daughter was dead. So who is this person now?"