Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

The night in the capital is bustling and noisy.

Tonight in the Su Mansion is destined to be a sleepless night.

The doctor and the servant hurried to Yixiangyuan, and were shocked when they saw the scene inside the house.

The maids were cleaning up the debris on the floor. Madam Liu, covered in blood, sat slumped on the Eight Immortals Chair, her hands stained with blood.

Turning around, she saw that on the bed, the always healthy old lady Qian was also groaning.

The old doctor didn't know whose pulse to check first.

"Let's take a look at Aunt Liu first." Su Tinggui spoke first.

"Yes." The old doctor hurriedly checked Aunt Liu first, cleaned the wound, applied medicine and bandaged it, all in one go.

After the doctor treated the wound, Su Tinggui asked someone to send Aunt Liu back to Lanxinyuan.

Aunt Liu kept trying to persuade Su Tinggui to stay, wanting him to go back with her and have someone accompany him, which made Old Lady Qian very angry.

Su Tinggui was overwhelmed.

Comfort Aunt Liu and send her away.

The doctor here also finished taking Madam Qian's pulse, prescribed a prescription to soothe her mood, bandaged her fingers, and explained some things before leaving.

Old Madam Qian was dissatisfied with her own son's decision to ask the doctor to examine Concubine Liu first.

It is true that once you get a wife, you forget your mother.

She was also afraid that when her son returned to Lanxinyuan, Aunt Liu would tell him the truth about his injury today.

What should she do then?

Old Madam Qian was very concerned about the authenticity of the porcelain vase, so she decided to take the initiative.

She held Su Tinggui's hand and complained to him with tears and snot, how Aunt Liu had deceived her feelings and played with her sincerity.

She gave silver to Aunt Liu to buy a porcelain vase.

Why did Aunt Liu keep it a secret?

Is it true that an old lady like her is not even worthy of owning a porcelain vase?

It's just a porcelain vase. If she waits a hundred years, no matter how precious the porcelain vase is, it will still belong to the Su family. Why should she be reluctant to part with it?

If only...

If she is young, she may never know the truth in her life.

I have been played and deceived all the time.

Old Madam Qian kept nagging and complaining endlessly, and when she got excited, she gritted her teeth in anger.

Su Tinggui's body was stiff, his brows were furrowed, and he listened with a numb expression.

After comforting his mother, he returned to Lanxinyuan.

This was the first time that Aunt Liu was slapped in the face by her aunt, and she was also pointed at in the nose and scolded. In addition, her palm was injured, and the pain in her hand and heart made her feel even more aggrieved for a moment.

As soon as Su Tinggui entered the room, she threw herself into his arms and told him the whole story in tears.

He said that he had good intentions, but he was afraid that the real thing would be broken while being moved, resulting in a loss of money, so he kept it as a treasure.

She hid, but she didn't hide anywhere else. She was still in the Su Mansion and belonged to the Su Mansion. Why did her aunt treat her like this?

After she returned to Lanxin Garden, she bathed, changed her clothes, and washed up with the help of her maid.

But her head was buried in Su Tinggui's arms, and her hair still exuded a faint floral fragrance as before, but for some reason, Su Tinggui smelled a hint of the stench of prison.

It was looming, getting into the nose and invading the lungs, which was really uncomfortable.

Su Tinggui stretched out his hand and pushed the man out of his arms, "You were at fault in this matter."

After my mother and Aunt Liu listened to the lecture, the general course of events gradually became clear.

Su Tinggui suddenly realized that he had hit the wrong person.

But at that time, no one told him the truth, allowing him to wrongly accuse the girl.

No wonder she looked resentful when she left.

"Dad, harmony is the most important thing in a family." Su Jiaojiao, standing aside, said softly, "There was a friction between the elders, and my eldest sister didn't try to mediate, but instead added fuel to the fire, causing Dad annoyance. I really don't know what she was thinking."

Su Tinggui's mind was filled with the cries, complaints, and ridicules of these people.

When he went to court, he had a lot of worries, and after leaving court, there were still a lot of troubles in the mansion.

"Rest well!"

He stood up, suppressing his irritation, and said, "Don't make trouble recently."

"Dad, why are we the ones causing trouble?" Su Jiaojiao retorted dissatisfiedly.

Su Tinggui glanced at her and said, "Recently, I asked the old lady to find a matchmaker to arrange a marriage for the eldest girl and get her married off as soon as possible."

"Didn't Dad say that he would send her to live with the ancient Buddha under the green lamp..." Su Jiaojiao asked tentatively.

Su Tinggui's face turned completely dark. "No matter what, she is still your elder sister."

He flicked his sleeves and strode out.

Su Jiaojiao was not convinced. She ran over and grabbed Aunt Liu's sleeve, "Mom, look at Dad. He's angry with my eldest sister, but he's taking his anger out on me."

Aunt Liu said nothing.

She was very perceptive and had just noticed Su Tinggui's dissatisfaction.

Could it be that Madam Qian said something to the master?

Aunt Liu remembered Su Manman's words, "If grandma likes it, I will ask kiln worker Wang Er to make you an identical vase."

How did that bitch Su Manman know that the celadon vase was made by Wang Er?

It must be that Wang Er. All these years have passed, and he still hasn’t told anyone about it.

If he talks nonsense again...

Aunt Liu realized the seriousness of the situation and sent Su Jiaojiao away. She then packed a bag of silver and handed it to Cui Liu, "Hurry, send it out."

At the darkest moment of the night, Cui Liu sneaked out of the side door of the Su Mansion. Qing Luan appeared from the darkness and followed her without hesitation.

Half an hour later, Qingluan returned to the room, looking excited: "Just as you expected, Cuiliu went out to pass on the message and give the silver to keep the secret."

She was extremely excited. "That man came out of the Bi Cang Auction House. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered with a beard. But I saw clearly that he had a pea-sized black mole on the right side of his chin."

I found Wang Er so quickly.

God help me too!

Su Manman sat in front of the dressing table, her black hair hanging down, covering the purple marks on her face.

She combed her hair and said to herself, "Let's go check it out tomorrow."

The next morning, Lin felt better, but because of what happened yesterday, she had no appetite.

Su Manman tried to comfort him again and said, "I've asked someone and found out that Madam Zhou will also go to Baiyun Temple tomorrow."

"Mom, you should rest well at home. Qingluan and I will go to the street to buy some things. If you feel better tomorrow, we can go together."

When she thought about going to see Old Madam Zhou, Lin felt a little nervous. She looked at her daughter's face and said distressedly, "The bruises on your face haven't disappeared yet. You should let Qingluan go alone."

"No, I want to go out and take a walk myself."

Before going out, Su Manman covered the bruises on her face with powder.

The two men put on their hats again, went out through the side door, got on a carriage, and headed towards the Bi Cang Auction House.

Three years ago, an underground auction house opened in the capital.

There are countless rare and exotic items in the auction house, and there are also high rewards for various precious and hard-to-find rare items.

It is called an auction house, but in fact it is just a middleman, providing a fair and just platform for buyers and sellers.

This auction house has a clear goal, specifically targeting wealthy people in the capital to help them find what they have been longing for.

The two men came to the door of the Bi Cang Auction House, where more than a dozen burly men were standing.

As the two approached, someone raised the big knife in his hand and shouted, "Who are you?"