Return to the Marquis's Mansion and marry a playboy

Chapter 243: Rich families are scary

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Yun Shu was dumbfounded, staring at Xie Nanjia blankly, without moving for a long time.

When the old lady saw her reaction, she understood everything. It must be the second girl who was behind this, and maybe the eldest girl was also involved.

When Xiu'er was a maid in the mansion, the two sisters Lan Ya and Lan Shu had been at odds with her. Later, Xiu'er exposed the conspiracy of Qin's aunt and nephew in public, which led to their being burned to death in the ancestral hall. One can imagine the hatred the two sisters had for Xiu'er.

But no matter how much they hated her, the death of the Qin aunt and niece was their own fault and they deserved it. Xiu'er was not to blame. Moreover, Xiu'er's identity and status were no longer the same as before. Even her grandmother had to show her courtesy to her. How could they easily offend her

They grew up in wealthy families, so how come they couldn’t even think of this

Now, instead of causing trouble for others, I've brought myself into big trouble. Why bother

The old lady suspected that Xiu'er must have expected that she would come to mediate, and she wanted to use her to deal with the two sisters. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had to argue with Yiyun for so long and would have told Yu'er the key points as soon as she arrived.

The old lady looked at Xie Nanjia, then at her two brainless granddaughters, and could only sigh inwardly.

They are girls from the same big house, why is there such a big difference between them

"Go, call the eldest and second young ladies, and ask that Skylark to come along as well." After the old lady sighed, she instructed Aunt Hua.

Now that things have come to this, she must give Xie Nanjia an explanation, otherwise this girl will not be able to calm down, and if she doesn't calm down, Yu'er will have a hard time.

Nanny Hua took the order and left, and Zhao Jingyu also reacted.

No wonder Xiu'er was so angry, it turned out someone was behind it.

She can tolerate anything except deception and behind-the-scenes tricks.

Because she doesn't like others treating her like a fool.

This is also the reason why she let Yunshu's direct provocation go, and instead made a big fuss over Yiyun's words.

However, her focus this time was not Evian, but the person who was instigating Yunshu behind the scenes.

He wasn't with her the whole time, so he didn't know how she guessed it, but since she had made the conclusion, it must be true.

Because she never does anything without confidence.

He looked at her and felt that there was a dazzling light emanating from her whole body.

That is the glow of confidence.

He was fascinated by it.

The Zhao Lanya sisters and Yun Que were soon brought in by Nanny Hua. As soon as the three of them entered the room, they saw Yun Shu and Yiyun kneeling on the ground, and they understood everything.

Facing the old lady's gloomy face, Yunque was so scared that her legs went limp. If Zhao Lanshu hadn't pinched her secretly, she would have confessed on the spot.

Zhao Lanshu herself was not much better off, she was just holding on. The only thing that made her more confident than Yunque was her identity. She was the biological daughter of Marquis Dingyuan, and the worst that could happen to her was a beating on the palms of her hands and making her kneel in the ancestral hall and copy scriptures. But Yunque might be beaten to death or sold.

In comparison, Zhao Lanya was much calmer. She had not participated in today's events from beginning to end. Although she, as an older sister, was also responsible for her sister's mistakes, responsibility was different from getting into trouble. Her grandmother could blame her for not taking good care of her sister, but Xiu'er could not do anything to her.

"Grandma suddenly called her granddaughter to my second brother's yard, but what instructions do you have?" She stepped forward and greeted the old lady, and asked confidently.

Zhao Lanshu and Yun Que also bowed and stood aside nervously.

The old lady's eyes swept across the three people like a knife. Just by looking at their faces, she knew what was going on. She neither responded to Zhao Lanya's words nor asked Yunshu for confirmation. She raised her hand and pointed at Yunque, saying sternly, "Come on, drag this long-tongued slave out and beat her to death with a stick!"

"..." The people around him were fine, but Yun Shu was really frightened.

A good person was beaten to death just because he said a few more words. This was the first time she had seen such a thing in her life. Rich families were too scary.

She thought of her own words and deeds in the mansion and couldn't help but gasp. If she were to punish Yun Que according to the old lady's standards, wouldn't she have to die several times

Besides being frightened, she was also a little depressed. It was not easy to survive in such a family. She felt that her brain might not be enough.

The Marquis' Mansion is like this, not to mention the Palace. Even if Brother Xiaoguai really marries her and enters the Palace in the future, she probably won't survive for more than a few days.

Therefore, what Xiu'er's maid said just now was not wrong. The engagement was of no use to her. Someone like her could probably only wash toilets.

"Old lady, please spare me. I know I am wrong. I know I am wrong!" Skylark's face turned pale and he fell to his knees at the old lady's feet with a thud. His forehead hit the ground again and again, and soon the ground was dyed red.

The old lady just looked at her coldly, without a trace of pity.

Yun Que knelt down in front of Zhao Lanshu's feet, hugged her legs and begged: "Second Miss, save me, save me, I don't want to die, I still want to serve you..."

Zhao Lanshu didn't expect that her grandmother would kill someone right away, which made her panic. She wanted to save Yun Que, but she didn't dare to speak up because she no longer had her mother's support, and no one in this marquis's mansion would pamper her anymore.

"I will take good care of your family." This was all she could promise Yun Que.

Yun Que was desperate and terrified: "Second Miss, I am loyal to you. Even if I have not made any contributions, I have worked hard for you over the years. Are you going to give up on me so easily?"

Zhao Lanshu was questioned by her maid in front of everyone. She was embarrassed and worried that others would think she was heartless. She was so angry that she kicked Yun Que away and said, "It is your duty as a servant to be loyal to your master. I have promised to take care of your family. What else do you want from me? Do you want me to die for you?"

Yun Que was kicked to the ground, holding his chest and crying.

She paused for a moment, as if she had made up her mind, and crawled back to the old lady with gritted teeth: "Old lady, it was the Second Miss who asked me to instigate Miss Yunshu. The Second Miss said that Miss Xiu'er killed the Madam, and she wanted to avenge the Madam. She couldn't let Miss Xiu'er have an easy life..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhao Lanshu never expected that she would drag herself into this before she died. She was so angry that she stepped forward and kicked her on the head, "Bitch, I'm so nice to you, but you want me to take the blame for you. Go to hell!"

Yun Shu watched Yun Que being kicked and spitting out blood. She was so scared that her face turned pale. While she was shocked by the cruelty of the Second Miss, her inadequate brain finally understood the old lady's intention.

The county magistrate had to ask the whole story when trying a case, but the old lady didn't even ask and just tricked the truth out with just one sentence.

The old lady is so amazing.

Rich families are really scary!

"If you want to fight, go outside and fight. Don't dirty my house." Zhao Jingyu said coldly, frowning in disgust.

Zhao Lanshu stopped and said awkwardly: "Second brother, this slave girl wronged me. I didn't say anything like that..."

"I don't want to hear it. Your grandmother will decide how to deal with you. Keep your words with her!" Zhao Jingyu raised her hand to interrupt her. "Your mother's death was her own fault. You shouldn't blame Xiu'er. If you are smart, you should take your mother as a warning, cultivate yourself, and learn how to behave, so that you won't end up living a mess after you get married. You may find it harsh when I say this, but you have to understand that only you can tell you these truths."

Zhao Lanshu's face flushed with embarrassment, tears welled up in her eyes, she twisted her fingers and stammered, "Thank you, second brother. I understand."

Zhao Jingyu nodded, said no more, bowed to the old lady and said, "Thank you, grandma, for taking them away and disposing of them!"

The old lady did not agree immediately, and turned her head to look at Xie Nanjia: "Has Xiu'er calmed down a little?"

Xie Nanjia stood up and smiled slightly: "If I say I am not angry, I am sure you will not believe me. The second lady may think that I am deliberately looking for trouble with her. In fact, as long as there is no deep hatred between me and you, I have never bothered to make trouble for anyone.

The reason why I want to make this matter known is, firstly, I don't want to be played as a fool, and secondly, I want to take the opportunity to tell the two ladies that you are the second young master's sister, and I am his fiancée, and we are closely related to each other, and we prosper together and suffer together.

There is one more thing I am not afraid of that you will feel uncomfortable hearing. You are no match for me at all. If you want to have a good life in the Marquis' Mansion and marry a good family in the future, don't provoke me again, not in this life!"

"..." The two sisters, one clenched her fists, and the other bit her lips tightly, neither dared to say a word.

The old lady looked at this one and that one, and realized that they were truly convinced. Then she helped Aunt Hua’s hand, stood up, and took the people away.

Before leaving, she turned back and said to Xie Nanjia earnestly, "You know how Yu'er feels about you, so don't bother him anymore. We women have to handle the affairs of the harem ourselves."

Xie Nanjia bowed, neither agreeing with her nor refuting her, but just smiled and said, "Goodbye, grandma."

The old lady stopped talking, said no more, and turned away.

"You guys go down too!" Zhao Jingyu said to Yiyun and Yunshu.

Yun Shu had been feeling depressed for a long time and could not breathe. As soon as Zhao Jingyu spoke, she immediately trotted out of the west wing.

Yiyun retreated in shame and closed the door from the outside.

The room became quiet. Zhao Jingyu stepped forward and grabbed Xie Nanjia's hand: "Wife, I was wrong. You can punish me however you want, but don't ignore me, okay?"

"Any punishment is fine, are you sure?" Xie Nanjia asked with a stern face.

"Sure, sure." Zhao Jingyu said repeatedly, "You may not believe me if I tell you. You have ignored me for such a long time that I want to die."

"Okay then." Xie Nanjia pulled her hand away and sat down on the chair. "I'll ask you to kneel down for me. Are you willing?"

"Yes, yes." Zhao Jingyu lifted her skirt and knelt down without saying a word. Just as she bent down, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Jingyu was startled and remained frozen in that position.

"Oh my God, Yu'er, what are you doing?" Cheng Zhiye came in yelling, ran up to him, leaned on his knees with his hands, stared at him up and down, "Are you going to kneel down to Xiu'er?"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Jingyu slowly lifted the corner of his robe, revealing the white satin panties underneath, and said stubbornly, "I made a new pair of pants. Let Xiuer see if they look good."

"Is this true?" Cheng Zhiye questioned, "Is your relationship already that close?"

"What do you care?" Zhao Jingyu stood up straight and kicked the tactless guy. "Why did you come back again? Haven't you had enough of being scolded?"

Cheng Zhiye covered his butt and said, "I was frightened by that girl earlier, and I came back this time to get back at her. Call that girl over, I want to have another 300 rounds of arguments with her!"

Zhao Jingyu: “…”

(End of this chapter)