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

Mrs. Meng had just returned to the yard and taken a sip of hot tea when the noise outside the yard suddenly broke into her ears.

"Get out of the way. What's wrong with me entering the yard where my sister used to live? How dare you stop me?"

A familiar voice entered her ears and exploded in her head like firecrackers, giving her a splitting headache.

The depression in her chest and abdomen from outside had not yet dissipated, and the anger was entangled with it, almost suffocating her.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, placed the cup on the table, and walked out with her skirt lifted. As soon as she walked out, she saw a scene that almost made her faint from anger.

Xiao Wuyou stood in the yard with a swagger, listing everything in the yard with disdain.

"It's obvious that this yard wasn't designed by my sister. The taste is so poor. I was almost suffocated by the vulgar aroma just standing here. If I didn't know this was a place where people live, I would have thought it was someone's garden."

"Look at this potted plant again. The inscription on it isn't gilded; it's faded. It's obviously cheap. The same goes for the flowers. The fragrance is so pungent. I wonder what kind of low-quality medicine they sprayed it with."

"Also, who taught you to have rows and rows of flower beds in the yard? If you didn't know, you'd think you'd stumbled into some flower farmer's field. It's so ugly."

"..."

Xiao Wuyou spoke one after another, and the maid beside him had no chance to interrupt.

If Zi Yan hadn't been there to support her, Mrs. Meng would have almost fainted from anger.

She decorated this yard herself and erased all traces left by Xiao Changle.

"Xiao Wuyou, don't go too far."

Mrs. Meng's voice trembled with anger, and she slowly walked down the stairs with Zi Yan's support.

Seeing her come forward, Xiao Wuyou was even more unforgiving, "I said my sister's taste wouldn't be that bad. This turns out to be your yard, no wonder."

Madam Meng clenched the handkerchief in her hand, "Xiao Wuyou, you are not welcome here."

"Your place? Is this your land? Did you buy this yard? Or is your name on this house? You're just a cuckoo occupying someone else's nest. Do you really think you're the master, you lowly thing?"

"No matter what, you are just a stepmother. If my sister were still alive, you would be a concubine at best."

"Don't think I dare not kick you out."

"This mansion can be named Meng or Xiao, but not Jiang. You are not qualified."

"Okay, I'm not here to embarrass you. I just want to see the traces my sister left behind."

"You're looking for traces of Xiao Changle in the wrong place."

Xiao Wuyou's eyes were dark, and there was a hint of madness in his expression.

When Mrs. Meng saw this, she was frightened and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Nanny Qin quickly stopped Xiao Wuyou and said, "Third Miss, calm down. There is no trace of the Second Miss in this courtyard anymore, and the remaining things in the house were taken away by the eldest lady a few days ago."

Xiao Wuyou finally retracted the emotion in his eyes, "Tingyue, you did a great job, but have you cleaned those things? They can't be stained with dirt."

Mrs. Meng's relaxed expression froze again, her eyes twisted slightly, and she gripped Zi Yan's hand with increased force, causing Zi Yan's eyebrows to tighten and her face to contort in pain.

"They've all been washed."

Xiao Wuyou nodded with great satisfaction, "That's fine."

Then, she changed the subject, "I have another matter to discuss with you today. Where is the dowry list? I want to add a dowry to my niece."

"This is against the rules. You are only Tingyue's aunt, and I am her nominal mother now. How can my daughter's dowry pass through the hands of others?" Mrs. Meng gradually calmed down.

She couldn't let anyone see her dowry.

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you going to give it to me or not? If you don't, don't blame me for exposing the fact that you stole and resold the daughter's dowry." Xiao Wuyou looked impatient.

"Don't talk nonsense, I have never done such a thing."

"No? Then let me help you recall. The auspicious beast incense burner, the brocade and gold screen..."

Xiao Wuyou read out several names in a row.

Every time she read out a name, Mrs. Meng's expression became worse.

These were the items she sold in her early years, and they were all part of Xiao Changle's dowry. How did she know this?

"If it's not enough, I can continue reading."

Xiao Wuyou raised her chin slightly. Her already tall figure now added a touch of temperament that could not be ignored. The invisible sense of oppression was like a storm coming.

Mrs. Meng was extremely upset.

"If you don't believe me, I can explain to you in detail the whereabouts of these items. I can even write them down and make a few copies for everyone to see. Let's see how the wife of our Honglu Temple Assistant Minister coveted her daughter's dowry and even resorted to such a despicable business as reselling them."

"I still have the dowry list that my sister prepared for Tingyue. If things really get out of hand, you won't be the only one to be embarrassed."

Xiao Wuyou held a piece of paper between his fingertips and waved it in front of Madam Meng.

These were all told by Meng Tingyue to Xiao Wuyou. The reason why Meng Tingyue knew so much was because in her previous life she had seen with her own eyes these things being sold or left in other people's homes.

Upon asking, I found out that these things were purchased as home decorations several years ago.

As for the so-called dowry list, it was also a lie that Meng Tingyue and Xiao Wuyou lied to her.

Xiao Changle left in a hurry and did not prepare any dowry for Meng Tingyue, let alone a list.

As for whether they stayed or not, it all depends on their nonsense.

Mrs. Meng stared at the piece of paper in her hand, wishing she could rush over and snatch it and tear it into pieces.

But she couldn't. Not to mention whether she could beat Xiao Wuyou, the list in Xiao Wuyou's hand might not be the real one. If it was a copied fake, it would be a waste of time.

"If you want to add more makeup, bring me the list." Mrs. Meng took a step back.

"I want to write it myself. I'm afraid something might go wrong and get swallowed up by some unknown thing."

Mrs. Meng gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."

……

When Xiao Wuyou returned to Wangyue Pavilion, it was already late.

Tonight's dinner will be served in the Moon-Watching Pavilion.

Except for Meng Tingyue and the Xiao brothers and sisters, everyone in the room is trustworthy.

Xiao Wuyou took a sip of wine and pounded the table angrily.

"Do you know what that bitch Jiang Qingrou did? She actually gave my sister's dowry to Meng Qingjiao. If I hadn't forced her to find Meng Qingjiao's dowry list and compare it, I really don't know how anyone could be so shameless."

"If I hadn't been thinking about Tingyue, I would have wanted to tear her face off right there and then."

Xiao Huaifeng's face was as gloomy as water, and there was a strong storm brewing in his eyes, which made people feel cold.

Jiang Qingrou even dared to tamper with the dowry list, so one can imagine what kind of life Tingyue has been living in the Meng Mansion over the years.

Meng Tingyue was much calmer. In her previous life, she discovered that something was wrong with her dowry after she married the fifth prince.

The items in the dowry seemed to be about the same number as Meng Qingjiao's, but in fact, there were very few valuable items that were truly valuable. It was like a gorgeous shell with nothing inside.

She had also been constrained in the Fifth Prince's Mansion because of her meager dowry, and her heart was filled with helplessness and sadness.

She raised her lips and held up the cup of water. "I'm about to escape from this quagmire of the Meng family. My aunt and uncle should be happy for me."