Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue slowly turned her head, her eyes inadvertently sweeping across the carriage of the Qing Palace parked quietly on the side, her heart calm.

Meng Qingjiao followed closely behind, lightly jumping out of the carriage, her eyes like torches, full of provocation, shooting straight at her, "What a coincidence, my sister happens to be here too."

Meng Tingyue was calm and composed, not taking her provocation seriously at all. She said softly, "If I come at an inopportune time, I will go back first."

After saying this, she turned lightly, ready to step into the carriage again and leave.

"Wait." Meng Qingjiao hurriedly stopped her, a barely perceptible annoyance flashing in her eyes. It was obvious that she had not expected the other party to act so calmly and unconventionally.

"Sister, you must be here because mother invited you. Now that we've met, let's go in together."

As she spoke, she walked towards Meng Tingyue and naturally stretched out her slender hand, intending to hold Meng Tingyue's arm.

However, Meng Tingyue didn't even glance at her, but just took a step forward and walked straight towards the gate of the Meng Mansion.

Meng Qingjiao stared at Meng Tingyue's arrogant attitude, her face twisted in an instant, a gloomy light flashed in the depths of her eyes, and she stared at her back as she walked away.

Then he followed slowly.

The two of them walked into the gate of Meng Mansion one after the other.

Mrs. Meng had been waiting eagerly in the front hall. Lord Meng looked calm and leisurely sipped his tea, but his eyes were secretly glancing towards the door.

It was not until the servants in the mansion reported him that he slowly put down the teacup.

"Tingyue, Jiaojiao, you are finally here." Mrs. Meng greeted them warmly and naturally took Meng Qingjiao's arm, her eyes full of love and joy.

Meng Qingjiao's lips curled up into a sweet smile, and she called affectionately, "Mom."

Meng Tingyue turned his gaze towards Lord Meng in front of him and called out softly, "Dad."

Lord Meng simply nodded calmly, his expression neither hot nor cold.

"If your mother hadn't sent someone to call you back, I'm afraid you would have already forgotten about the Meng Mansion."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue's lips curled up in a leisurely arc, and her tone was calm and composed: "Father, you are wrong. Mother has entered the reincarnation cycle, so how can she send an envoy to call me back?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the room darkened and the air seemed to freeze.

Lord Meng slammed the table in anger, his voice filled with unquestionable authority: "How outrageous! Who taught you to disregard the rules of your elders like this?"

Meng Tingyue responded calmly: "My mother has passed away, who could have taught me these things?"

"Sister, what do you mean? I..."

Before Meng Qingjiao could finish her words, Mrs. Meng gently but firmly grasped her hand and gently pulled it, quietly cutting off her unfinished words.

A subtle glint of annoyance flashed across Mrs. Meng's eyes, but she still maintained a gentle smile. "Forget it, forget it. We finally made it home, so why let these trivial matters disrupt our time together?"

"Jiaojiao is back today, why are you still so polite and bring so many things?"

Mrs. Meng's gaze inadvertently swept across Meng Qingjiao, and finally landed on the exquisite gift box that the maid behind her was holding carefully. There was a bit of surprise and kindness in her words.

"Bring them all up." Meng Qingjiao ordered softly. Before she finished her words, a group of well-trained maids came forward and placed the gift boxes on the table one by one, their movements light and orderly.

"These are all new treasures from my shop. I specially selected them for Dad and Mom, hoping they can bring them some joy." Meng Qingjiao opened her red lips slightly, her words full of filial piety.

Mrs. Meng gently opened a box, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she stared at the small round pills inside that were as round as pearls and pink in color.

"Is this the Ningxiang Pills that are highly praised in your Ningxiangju?" There was a hint of curiosity and joy in her tone.

"Yes, my daughter brought back a lot. Dad and Mom can keep some for their own use and give some to others." Meng Qingjiao responded with a faint smile, her words gentle, just the right amount of respect and consideration for her parents.

Lord Meng's eyes were gentle, with a hint of satisfaction creeping into the corners of his eyes. "Jiaojiao, you are so thoughtful."

Meng Qingjiao's lips curled up into a gentle smile, her voice as soft as a spring breeze, "It is only natural and reasonable for a daughter to serve her parents."

As soon as these words were spoken, Lord Meng and Madam Meng felt warm in their hearts, and their eyes were filled with doting and relief as they looked at her.

Looking at the heartwarming scene of a loving father and a filial daughter, Meng Tingyue felt a sneer in her heart.

If they didn't know, others would probably mistakenly think that Meng Qingjiao was Lord Meng's biological daughter and that they were deeply in love with her.

I wonder if my sister has prepared any surprises for Dad and Mom when she returns home this time?" Meng Qingjiao's eyes turned slightly, and a hint of provocation quietly fell on Meng Tingyue.

Lord Meng's eyes also fell on Meng Tingyue, with a bit of inquiry and questioning: "I heard that you also opened a shop called Ningxiangju, specializing in those incense pills?"

Meng Tingyue smiled lightly, with a hint of casualness and indifference in her smile, "Father, I'm afraid you heard it wrongly. The name of my shop is not Ningxiangju, and I don't sell incense pills."

Lord Meng asked, "What are you selling?"

"Ningxiang ointment." Meng Tingyue answered concisely.

Upon hearing this, Lord Meng's expression suddenly darkened. "Ningxiang Ointment? Is it just an ordinary ointment?"

Meng Tingyue nodded lightly, her eyes expressionless.

Meng Qingjiao smiled sweetly and added, "Dad, you may not know this, but my Ningxiang Cream was a huge hit. It was so popular that the shop was packed and we had to close it down."

"Are you serious?" A hint of surprise flashed in Lord Meng's eyes, obviously he had not expected this.

Meng Qingjiao's lips curled up slightly, and her tone was filled with regret. "It's a pity that my sister doesn't seem to be good at managing the shop. Instead of letting the craftsmen strike while the iron is hot and speed up the production of new goods to meet market demand, she resolutely closed the shop."

"If Sister could manage that shop as prosperously as my Ningxiangju, I'm afraid that gold, silver and treasures would have rolled in long ago."

Meng Tingyue listened to her sales talk and was confused about her purpose at first, but now she understood it instantly.

Did she naively think that she could easily take control of this shop by bringing charges against Lord Meng?

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Meng Tingyue's eyes, as if silently mocking Meng Qingjiao's unrealistic delusion.

Not to mention that she is now a married woman, and her status is different;

Even when she was still unmarried, she had enough wisdom to make Meng Ci helpless in the affairs of her shop.

"Close the shop? That's ridiculous. You haven't inherited any of your mother's unique insights into business when she was alive." Lord Meng frowned and spoke in a reproachful tone.