Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

Outside Shou'an Hall.

Ever since her daughter led several maids and servants to force her way in last time, the old lady went to her husband's place and insisted on getting two burly old women.

As for asking her eldest son for help? The old lady didn't even dare to think about it.

Now, she avoids her eldest son, who is like a plague god, for fear that she might be tricked by him again. She would rather argue with her concubine until they are red in the face than step into the front yard.

Fortunately, the two old women were quite diligent. Even though Shaomingzhu tried to force his way into the courtyard again, he was unable to step into Shouan Hall.

"You two lackeys! I am the young lady of this manor! If you don't move aside, believe me, I'll have my elder brother sell you both off too!"

Shao Mingzhu glared angrily at the two clueless old women in front of her, uttering threatening words, but they seemed deaf, their expressions remaining unchanged, only repeating like wooden figures:

"The old lady needs to rest quietly and is not seeing outsiders. Please leave!"

"Am I an outsider?!"

Shao Mingzhu raised her voice, pointed to her own nose, and trembled with anger.

"I am my mother's own daughter! How dare you treat me like everyone else? Have you all lost your minds?"

Seeing that the two old women remained unmoved, Shao Mingzhu took a deep breath and simply looked up and shouted loudly into the courtyard:

"Mother! I know you can hear me from inside."

"Mother! Come out here!"

……

Outside, Shao Mingzhu's voice was so loud it was almost splitting, while inside, the master and servant were still enjoying tea by the window.

Ever since the old lady decided to stay out of everything and live her own quiet life behind closed doors, she seemed to radiate a different kind of glow, looking radiant and as if she had become several years younger.

Even her clothing style has changed from its usual dullness, with a preference for choosing brightly colored clothes.

At this moment, in the flowerbed outside the window, tender green vegetable seedlings sway gently in the breeze.

Although the vibrant, flower-filled scenery of the past is gone, the old lady finds it to have a unique rustic charm.

Thinking of a certain nemesis, the old lady felt even the fragrant tea in her hand taste sweeter. She couldn't help but smile, glancing at the little maid standing beside her, and asked:

"Green Willow, where have we seen Zhang San these past two days? Where has he gone to slack off this time?"

Now, only one carriage remains in the Marquis's mansion, and the old soldiers are all vying to drive it.

Zhang San usually only needs to take care of the horses in the stable, and in his spare time he does some rough work such as sweeping in the garden.

Whenever the old lady walked around the courtyard, she could see him loitering nearby.

But I haven't seen him since the day before yesterday.

Having not seen that person for so long, the old lady couldn't help but feel worried, and the days seemed to be getting harder than usual.

She sighed softly, put down her teacup, and heard the maid's report:

"Reporting to Madam, I heard from the other servants that Zhang San had some trouble at home and specifically asked the steward for leave to go back these past few days. Would you like me to send someone to summon him back?"

The old lady quickly stopped her, saying:

"Alright, men have their reasons when they're out in the world, so we don't need to be too strict with them."

These words were far too ambiguous. Cui Liu's eyelids twitched, but her expression remained unchanged.

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the courtyard. The shrill voices pierced the eardrums, instantly dispelling the old lady's good mood.

She raised her hand to rub her temples, her face showing displeasure, and said:

"Cui Liu, go and see who's causing trouble outside."

Cui Liu accepted the order and left. A moment later, she returned, covering her face with a bright red handprint, and said in a wronged voice:

“Madam, the one causing trouble outside is the eldest young lady. She insists on seeing you. I told her you don’t receive guests, but she wouldn’t listen. She even… she said you lied to her and that she won’t leave until she sees you today.”

The old lady's face instantly darkened when she saw her most capable maid being beaten.

Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner; that wretched creature is increasingly disregarding its owner.

"Snapped--"

The old lady slammed her hand heavily on the coffee table, making the teacups on it tremble.

"That bastard is getting more and more unruly! It seems the old man's punishment last time wasn't enough; he wants to keep kneeling in the ancestral hall!"

How dare he accuse me of lying to her? What could I possibly be lying to her about?

The old lady felt a strange chill run down her spine, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice:

"Let her in. I want to see what kind of trouble this bastard is up to."

Shao Mingzhu was allowed to enter, only to see her mother sitting upright at the head of the table. Although she clearly saw her enter, her mother didn't even spare her a glance.

Recalling the recent neglect and punishment from her parents, and the false accusation of using counterfeit banknotes… a flood of grievances overwhelmed Shao Mingzhu. Filled with resentment, she suddenly pulled out three counterfeit banknotes, threw them hard on the ground, and demanded:

"Mother has been living a carefree life hiding in this courtyard lately, but her daughter is suffering from being humiliated and pointed at by others!"

"If Mother doesn't want to give her daughter money, she should just say so. Why go through all this trouble, using these counterfeit banknotes to humiliate her?"

The old lady had originally intended to leave her daughter out of the cold, but she didn't expect that the other party would accuse her of giving her fake banknotes as soon as she came in.

The old lady was taken aback, and subconsciously frowned in denial:

"What are you doing now? It's just three hundred taels of silver. Do you think I'd bother trying to fool you with a few counterfeit banknotes?"

Shao Mingzhu's face remained cold:

"Hmph, what's impossible? With what Mother has done now, what is there that she can't do?"

The old lady sensed the hidden meaning in her words, her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm and stared intently at the other person:

"what do you want to say in the end?"

“That’s what I should be asking my mother. What exactly do you want to do?” Shao Mingzhu glared back at her defiantly.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. The old lady was worried that her daughter really knew something. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she waved her hand, signaling the servants in the room to leave.

She stood up with a sullen face, picked up the three silver notes from the ground, and examined them carefully. But as she looked at them, her face turned ashen—these silver notes were indeed fake!

A sense of unease crept into the old lady's heart. She suddenly remembered that her daughter had always insisted that she was the one who gave her those silver notes.

She turned and ran quickly into the inner room. When she opened the makeup box, she found that all the silver notes inside were fake!

Looking at the jewelry on the dressing table, all the gold, silver and jade ornaments had turned into worthless imitations.

During this time, because Zhang San said he liked her simple and plain style, the old lady only wore a sandalwood hairpin every day and did not check these things carefully.

At that moment, she felt a sudden dizziness.

The old lady suddenly remembered the storeroom key hidden in the secret compartment. Ignoring her daughter who was still following behind her, she grabbed the key and stumbled towards the side room.

Shao Mingzhu was startled by her mother's sudden action, and her anger was suppressed. She quickly followed behind.

Upon reaching the storeroom door, the old lady, with trembling hands, inserted the key into the lock, but could not open the brass lock no matter what she tried.

Her face flushed with anxiety, and she shouted angrily, "Someone, get a hammer and smash it open!"

With a loud crash, the door was smashed open.

The sight before them stunned everyone—the warehouse was completely empty, without a single valuable item; even a rat would have to leave in tears if it came in.

The old lady felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth before she fainted.

"what--"

Shao Mingzhu was closest to the blood, which splattered all over her face, causing her to scream in terror.

The room was thrown into chaos. The maids and servants were in a panic, but Cui Liu reacted quickly and hurriedly sent someone to fetch a doctor.

The physician arrived quickly, but after examining the patient, he shook his head and sighed:

"The old lady has suffered a stroke from anger and will have to stay in bed to rest from now on. If she is stimulated again, her life may be in danger."

After saying that, he immediately wrote out a prescription and sent someone to get the medicine and decoct it.

Upon hearing the news, Granny Sun rushed forward, stepped past the crowd, took the prescription, and personally followed the physician to get the medicine.

By this time, the servants were already terrified and at a loss. Seeing that someone was in charge, they stopped panicking.

When Granny Sun returned with several doses of medicine and handed them to Cuiliu to prepare, no one thought anything was amiss; they only hoped the old lady would wake up soon…