The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The sound outside the door startled Jiang Miaoyin. She hadn't even gone to settle accounts with that bitch yet, and she was already swaggering around.

Jiang Miaoyin realized that Xue Qingwan's intentions were not genuine, and a plan suddenly came to her mind.

She pulled a packet of powder from under the bed and sprinkled it on the stool.

This powder will not kill people; it will only cause some red rashes, which look scary but are actually harmless.

Jiang Miaoyin originally intended to use it for herself, hoping that Gu Huaizhou would cherish it.

Now it seems that Xue Qingwan is the one who will benefit.

Just as Jiang Miaoyin finished doing all this, Xue Qingwan walked in.

She lay in bed, showing no intention of getting up.

Seeing that her face was as pale as paper, Xue Qingwan asked with feigned concern, "Sister-in-law, why did you suddenly vomit blood? I heard the noise last night and was extremely worried. I wanted to come and see you, but the Marquis wouldn't let me go, so I had to come now."

Seeing her smug look, Jiang Miaoyin was so angry she almost ground her teeth to powder.

She said all this to me simply to provoke me.

The more this is the case, the less likely she is to fall for Xue Qingwan's tricks.

Jiang Miaoyin propped herself up and sat up against the headboard, smiling at Xue Qingwan: "People say that after a woman gets married, her face becomes fair and rosy. Why does Auntie look so haggard? I advise you to worry less about other people's affairs in the future, or you'll age faster."

Xue Qingwan subconsciously touched her face, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

Does she look really that bad?

But seeing Jiang Miaoyin's smirk, he knew he had fallen for her trick.

She was too lazy to pretend anymore and said angrily, "I also advise you to stop using those vulgar tricks. You're old and faded, and you'll be menopausal in a few years. Why can't you learn to cultivate yourself and be a good widow? If you behave yourself, the manor will still give you food. If you keep indulging in wishful thinking all day long, your end will be very ugly."

After saying that, she leaned closer to Jiang Miaoyin, a hint of smugness in her eyes: "Don't you know that adultery between an uncle and sister-in-law is punishable by being drowned in a pig cage?"

“You…” Xue Qingwan directly hit Jiang Miaoyin’s sore spot. Jiang Miaoyin turned pale with anger and reached out to slap her face.

His hand was caught in mid-air by Xue Qingwan.

"You'd be better off using that energy to take care of your old face. It's disgusting to look at, let alone to a marquis like you."

She forcefully shoved Jiang Miaoyin's hand away and arrogantly shouted, "If you want to fight me, you'll never be my match."

After saying that, Xue Qingwan left with a smug look on her face.

Jiang Miaoyin watched her departing figure, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

That bitch, she'll kill her sooner or later.

Xue Qingwan vented her anger and was about to return to her own courtyard when a maidservant hurriedly approached her: "Aunt Xue, the First Madam requests your presence."

"I understand." Xue Qingwan tucked her stray hairs behind her ear, thinking that since it was the First Madam who had summoned her, she would surely be rewarded.

When powerful and influential families take a concubine and she gains their favor, they will reward her.

Firstly, it was a warning, and secondly, it was to encourage him to have more descendants for the family.

Xue Qingwan felt incredibly happy. If she had known that being a concubine would have so many advantages, why had she been so stubborn in the first place?

Soon, she arrived at Ruyi Residence.

Upon entering, one sees Zhou Shi with a gloomy face, with the elegant and graceful Song Wenjun sitting beside her.

She was adorned with jewels and exuded the majesty of the matriarch.

Xue Qingwan's sense of superiority vanished instantly. Compared to Song Wenjun, she was like a lowly pheasant.

Seeing the two people inside with gloomy expressions, her heart skipped a beat.

Upon seeing her arrival, Madam Zhou shouted, "Kneel down!"

Xue Qingwan, unaware of what had happened, obediently knelt at Zhou's feet.

The moment her knees touched the ground, Zhou threw a handkerchief at her face: "Look what you've done."

She looked closely and saw that it was indeed her wedding veil.

There's blood on it, but there's nothing wrong with it.

What exactly is Zhou angry about?

"Madam, I am terrified. I do not know what mistake Qingwan has made to anger you so much." As a concubine, she could no longer call Zhou Shi "Auntie".

Xue Qingwan adopted a very humble attitude, admitting her mistake first no matter what.

She stole a glance at Song Wenjun and saw that her face was expressionless, but her eyes revealed a sense of pity.

This bitch, is she pitying me?

"You still won't admit it? I'm asking you, where did the bloodstains on this bridal veil come from?" Madam Zhou slammed her hand on the table, exuding authority.

Xue Qingwan's eyes darted around; Zhou must have suspected something if she asked about it.

But as long as Gu Huaizhou doesn't talk about such private matters, no one will know.

Having made up her mind, Xue Qingwan stubbornly denied it: "Madam, I am innocent! This bloodstain is naturally mine."

Zhou smiled coldly and said, "Well, you still dare to argue? Bring the person up here."

At a command, two old women escorted Baoqing in.

He forced her to kneel beside Xue Qingwan, and she immediately felt completely overwhelmed.

Baoqing was bruised and crying uncontrollably.

“Baoqing, you tell me, whose bloodstains are on that handkerchief?” Zhou asked in a deep voice.

Baoqing trembled with fear: "Yes, it was me. My aunt pricked my finger and smeared it on the handkerchief."

Xue Qingwan glared fiercely at Bao Qing: "You damned bitch, when did I ever ask you to do that? You're framing me."

She glanced at Xue Qingwan furtively, her eyes filled with fear: "Auntie, I... I had no choice. If I don't tell the truth, the First Madam will beat me to death."

"You, you slut..." Xue Qingwan said, reaching out to touch her, but was pulled away by the old woman.

Seeing that she still wouldn't admit her mistake, Zhou said angrily, "You idiot, you can't even be more careful when you do things. Open it yourself and see for yourself."

Xue Qingwan opened the handkerchief, puzzled, and her eyes widened in surprise.

On the snow-white handkerchief, a bloody handprint was clearly visible.

She was only thinking about getting stained with blood, but she overlooked this detail.

She shouldn't have wiped it off; such a big bloody handprint looks so fake.

Xue Qingwan closed her eyes briefly; she never expected that things would be discovered so quickly.

At this point, there was no way to deny it.

"Auntie, please forgive me this time. I... I had no choice..." Xue Qingwan said, and then began to sob.

Zhou was furious, because this was a shameful matter, so she ordered the old woman to take Baoqing away again.

Only Zhou Shi, Xue Qingwan, and Song Wenjun remained in the room.

"You still have the nerve to complain to me? You couldn't keep the Marquis, so you resorted to deception and now you think you're right?"

Xue Qingwan burst into tears, raising her head and sobbing, "You can't blame me! It's...it's the Marquis, he's no good..."