After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Old Madam Lu was taken away by the people from the Commandant's Office. Before leaving, she looked at her son and instructed him: "Ji Wanwan is by no means a good match. After I am gone, you must make good plans for the Marquis's Mansion and for yourself. Don't worry, I have done nothing wrong. Even if I have, it will not involve you."

Lu Huai moved his lips but did not answer.

"Does Father know what Grandmother did?" Lu Zhiyuan asked in a low voice. "Father knows, but he didn't expect the consequences to be so severe."

"Did you bring the people from the Commandant's Office here?" Lu Huai raised his eyes to look at the pair of eyes that were so similar to his own: "If you don't tell me, no one will know about those corpses."

“Not speaking doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” Lu Zhiyuan turned to the side, looking at the dug-up flowerbed: “Father felt sorry for Grandmother and couldn’t bear to see her suffer imprisonment at her advanced age. Didn’t the parents and relatives of those who were beaten to death by Grandmother feel sorry for them?”

Li Shen and Li Yingtao were originally a happy brother and sister. Their father was a businessman, and their mother managed the household. Although they were not wealthy, they lived a harmonious life. On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, it was Li Yingtao's birthday. Her father and mother got up early in the morning. In addition to buying New Year's goods, they also went to the city to buy Li Yingtao's favorite beaded hairpin as her birthday gift.

The beaded flowers are cherry-shaped and quite expensive. They had been saving them for a long time, wanting to give their daughter a surprise on her birthday.

As they emerged from the shop, smiles still on their faces, they were still discussing how delighted their daughter had been when she saw the beaded flowers, when an out-of-control carriage interrupted everything. Mr. Li died on the spot, and Ms. Li was seriously injured; she died on the way back home because she wasn't taken to the hospital in time.

Li Shen and Li Yingtao became orphans overnight. Li's relatives took advantage of their plight and divided up their property and belongings, forcing them to sell themselves into slavery.

Lu Huai sat while Lu Zhiyuan stood, their gazes meeting: "Father, do you know where that out-of-control carriage came from? And who was riding in it?"

Lu Huai was taken aback, and said hesitantly, "Could it be related to my Lu family?"

Lu Zhiyuan smiled: "It is indeed related to the Lu family, and also to you, Father. When you fell ill, your grandfather carried you in a carriage to see a doctor. Because you were in unbearable abdominal pain, you threw the hand warmer you used to warm your stomach onto the horse's back. The horse was startled by the charcoal fire and ran wildly in the street, killing one person and injuring several others. Because the carriage was rented, no one knew that it was related to the Marquis's mansion, and your grandfather covered it up with money."

Lu Huai thought about it and realized that there was indeed such a thing.

"My grandfather didn't want to get into trouble, so he found a middleman and settled things with money. When he arrived at Li Shen and Li Yingtao's house, he saw the two being bullied by their relatives and were all alone. So he used a broker to buy them into the mansion. All the troubles in the Li family started because of this incident. If you think about it carefully, it was the Marquis's mansion that harmed them."

"Since you knew the truth, why didn't you say it in front of Li Shen?"

"Because my grandfather is dead, because my father didn't throw that bronze hand warmer on purpose, because revenge only goes on, because Li Shen is also guilty, if we investigate further, this matter is far from over."

Lu Zhiyuan sighed: "You already know about Peony and Mr. Wen's affair, and you also know about Grandfather's concubine. The concubine's maid died because of the concubine. There's no hidden story behind this; it was purely due to Grandmother's jealousy. But that servant has quite a story."

"Speak, there's nothing left in this Marquis's mansion that can surprise me."

“That servant was my grandfather’s younger brother, my father’s uncle whom he had never met. He returned to the Marquis’s mansion to seize power. My grandmother killed him because she knew this secret.”

"Nonsense! Your grandfather was an only child, so where did he get a younger brother? Besides, how old was he when your grandfather died?"

"Did Father know how many maids Great-Grandfather had in his later years?"

"One of them, the name seems to be a Chinese medicine."

"Jiegeng, a female doctor, was invited by my grandfather to take care of my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather passed away suddenly at the age of fifty-three due to an old illness. In June of that year, Jiegeng gave birth to a son, named Lu Huai. Huai means remembrance, and it is also the Huai that my great-grandfather mentioned before he passed away. At that time, my grandfather was thirty-three years old. The following September, my father was born. My grandfather remembered my great-grandfather's dying words and used the character Huai as your name."

Lu Huai was originally the name that the great-grandfather gave to his unborn youngest son, but the grandfather mistakenly thought it was the courtesy name he left for his great-grandson.

After leaving the Marquis's mansion, Kikyo's life was not good. She gave birth late in life and had no one to take care of her. Even though she was a female doctor, she could not heal herself. Before she died, Kikyo told Lu Huai about his background and asked him to bring a token to the Marquis's mansion to recognize his ancestors. However, he was beaten up by his grandfather as if he were a thief and thrown out of the mansion.

That year, he was twelve years old, his grandfather was forty-five, and Lu Huai was eleven. They were studying at Songyang Academy.

"His keepsake was taken by his grandfather and then given to his father, and it is now hanging on his father's waist."

Lu Huai looked down and saw the jade pendant.

"Lu Huai, who was kicked out of the Marquis's mansion, had been a thief and a bandit before entering the Lu family as a servant. That year, he was twenty-two years old, and his grandfather was fifty-five. He had just taken in the concubine that his grandmother hated so much. Because he looked somewhat like his grandfather when he was young, his grandmother took him into her own courtyard."

Lu Huai murmured, "That happened a year before your mother married into the Marquis's mansion."

Lu Huai didn't remember the servant, but he knew about his father's concubine. At that time, his father was already ill and didn't have much time left. He didn't want to stay in the Marquis's mansion and wanted to go to the country estate. His mother refused to go with him and had a big argument with his father. To quell the dispute, he had a few maids randomly selected from the estate to take care of his father. Perhaps out of spite for his mother, his father soon took one of them as a concubine after arriving at the estate.

Because of discussions about his marriage to the Xie family, his father returned to the Marquis's residence with his concubine. A few days later, the concubine and her maidservant mysteriously disappeared. His mother spread rumors that the concubine was a thief who had submitted to his father to steal the Marquis's money. His mother even reported it to the authorities, but the matter was dropped because no one was caught.

After this incident, his father's condition deteriorated rapidly, and he did not live to see his wedding to Xie Chaoyun.

"It is your good fortune, but also my mother's misfortune. If she had known about these sordid things in the Marquis's mansion, she would never have married you." Lu Zhiyuan tugged at her sleeve and pulled out a letter: "Father doesn't know yet, does he? Grandfather didn't die of illness; he was poisoned to death by Grandmother."

"Lu Zhiyuan!" Lu Huai roared, "Do you know what you're saying?!"

“Yuan’er is too young to be frightened like this by Father.” Lu Zhiyuan opened the letter and handed it to Lu Huai. “Yuan’er doesn’t recognize Grandfather’s handwriting, but Father should. Father, please take a look. Is this letter a forgery?”

With just one glance, Lu Huai began to tremble.

My father wasn't very literate, and afraid people would find out, he worked hard at practicing calligraphy. Only he knew that his handwriting was a complete mess. It wasn't that it was ugly, but he could write even slightly complex characters incorrectly. For example, in the character "淮" (Huai) in Lu Huai's name, he always wrote three horizontal strokes instead of four. Because his brushwork was almost sloppy, it was nearly impossible for anyone who wasn't watching him write to decipher it.