The reborn daughter of the Marquis Mansion takes over the world

It was already midnight when Cao Yanyan and Song Yu were urgently called back to the Song Mansion.

Due to the cooler weather recently, Cao Huan's old illness relapsed and his legs and feet were in unbearable pain. He had to stay in bed to recuperate. The two of them stayed in Cao's house and took good care of him.

After getting off the carriage, the two hurried to the front hall, only to see that several members of the Song family looked haggard and worried, as if they had suffered a major blow.

When Madam Song saw Cao Yanyan, she felt like she had grabbed a life-saving straw. She rushed over and shook her shoulders, crying, "Yanyan, please save us! Go find Princess Azhao and ask her to show mercy and spare our Song family!"

Cao Yanyan looked confused, not knowing what was going on, and could only look at Song Yu helplessly.

Song Yu stepped forward and pulled Madam Song away. While calming her down, he anxiously asked Master Song, "Father, why did you call us back so urgently? What happened at home?"

Lord Song looked depressed and did not respond for a long time. It was not until Song Yu called him again that he looked at Song Yu with complicated eyes and said with a wry smile: "Ayu, the future of the Song family will depend on you from now on. I'm afraid we can't escape this disaster."

After saying that, he sighed tiredly and turned to plead with Cao Yanyan, "Yanyan, you and Princess Azhao have a deep friendship. Can you please ask for forgiveness for Lan'er and ask Princess Azhao to show mercy to Lan'er. Although they are not from the same mother, they are sisters connected by blood."

Cao Yanyan frowned in embarrassment. She had never liked Ning Zilan, so she naturally didn't want to plead for her. However, facing Mr. Song's plea, she couldn't refuse directly for a moment.

Just as she was hesitating, Lord Song slowly told her everything that happened today.

After hearing his story, Song Yu and Cao Yanyan were extremely shocked and could not believe that Song was the culprit who murdered Ning Ziqing's biological mother.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, making it difficult for them to accept it for a while.

Song Yu's mood became extremely heavy. After thinking for a long time, he said solemnly: "Father, mother, it is not that my son and Yanyan are unwilling to ask Princess Azhao for mercy."

"But right now, I'm afraid the last thing Princess Azhao wants to see is someone from our Song family."

As soon as he said this, Mrs. Song was heartbroken, and her miserable cries echoed in the empty hall.

Lord Song also sighed helplessly, then had to get up and go to the study to write a letter of resignation.

Inside the palace, Emperor Yao sat on the dragon bed and asked Eunuch Wu beside him in a cold voice.

"When will King Qian return to Qianye Kingdom?"

Eunuch Wu bowed and reported: "Your Majesty, it will be in the past two days. Now that the Ninghou Mansion has been properly handled, His Royal Highness Prince Qian should be able to set off for his country with peace of mind."

Emperor Yao's face suddenly changed, anger looming in his eyes: "What else is he worried about? For Ning Ziqing, he even dared to interfere with my marriage to Ning Zilan. How audacious!"

Eunuch Wu's heart tightened, and he quickly persuaded: "Your Majesty, calm down. His Royal Highness Prince Qian has deep feelings for Princess Azhao, and his actions may be biased. But because of their relationship, the two countries will become more harmonious, and there will be no more wars in the future."

After hearing this, Emperor Yao's expression relaxed slightly and he immediately gave instructions to Eunuch Wu.

"Summon the second son to the palace tomorrow. I regret his marriage and I have to appease him."

Eunuch Wu responded respectfully and went forward to help Emperor Yao lie down to sleep. He then heard Emperor Yao give an order with half-closed eyes: "After Prince Qian leaves Kyoto, you can order the Ministry of Rites to select an auspicious day and set the wedding date for Su Yanqi and Ning Ziqing as soon as possible. As long as these two people don't get married, there will always be people who have thoughts that they shouldn't have."

Eunuch Wu nodded and said "yes", then he pulled the quilt over and carefully covered Emperor Yao. After he fell asleep peacefully, he quietly turned off the lights and quietly left the bedroom.

When they reached the door, Eunuch Wu thought for a moment, beckoned over a young eunuch and whispered, "Go to Concubine Wan's palace and tell her that something good is about to happen at the Su Mansion."

The next morning, Ning Zijun went to the palace to plead guilty to Emperor Yao. At the same time, the Jingzhao Yinfu began to try the Song case.

Ning Ziqing slept soundly last night. When he woke up, it was already bright.

Yinxiang came in and helped her get up and wash, and then went to the main room for dinner, only to see Jiang Quhan sitting at the table, serving her hot porridge.

"Aren't you going to the yamen to listen to the trial today?" Jiang Quhan asked.

Ning Ziqing took the hot porridge he handed over and drank a few mouthfuls before saying, "What's so good about it? The case has been decided and Song will die. Now I feel sick if I look at her any longer."

Jiang Quhan smiled and said, "Well, I'm relieved that I can help you get rid of the Song family before I leave."

Ning Ziqing thanked him gratefully and picked up some food for him.

Jiang Quhan ate two bites and then thought of asking, "What about Ning Zilan? How are you going to deal with her? Do you want me to help?"

Ning Ziqing shook her head and declined his kindness: "It's just a small matter, don't bother me, brother. Ning Zilan has no one to rely on now and is already a useless person. I will spare her life for now so that she can witness me ascend to the throne of queen with her own eyes."

Jiang Quhan nodded approvingly: "Then let her have a good taste of despair, don't let her get away easily."

Ning Ziqing's eyes flashed with determination: "Don't worry, brother Wang, I will never let her die so easily."

As they were talking, Huiyi's mother brought Xichun in to pay her respects. After Xichun finished paying her respects, she presented a booklet with both hands: "Princess, the young mistress has rearranged the servants in various places in the mansion. Please take a look at it and see if there is anything wrong."

Ning Ziqing's eyes fell on the book, but he did not take it to read it. Instead, he said to Xichun gently: "Go back and tell my sister-in-law that she will be in charge of all the affairs in the mansion from now on. She does not need to ask me for instructions anymore. If there are servants who disobey, they will be directly handed over to Miqiu and Fudong for punishment. No mercy will be shown."

Xichun was filled with joy and bowed her head in agreement: "I will obey the princess' orders."

After she left, Ning Ziqing instructed Yinxiang again: "Go find Wen Nian later and ask him to help the young lady check the accounts of various manors and shops. It's time to clean up those villains who rely on the Song family and curry favor with the powerful."

Yinxiang took the order and left. Jiang Quhan could not help but advise: "You are not fully recovered yet, so you should not overwork yourself. Let Jiang Qie and the others do these trivial matters in the future."

Ning Ziqing nodded obediently and explained to him, "I'm just worried that my sister-in-law will be overwhelmed when she first takes charge of the household affairs. I want to share some of the responsibilities with her first. Once she is familiar with it, I will be able to relax a lot in the future."

Jiang Quhan put down his bowl and chopsticks, raised his hand and gently stroked the top of her head, his eyes full of concern: "I will leave Kyoto the day after tomorrow, and what I am most worried about is your marriage. I have already informed Su Yanqi, you and Huo Yunjue may as well find a time to ask him for the divorce letter."

Ning Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and asked him in a low voice: "Did he... agree?"

Jiang Quhan sighed, "He has to agree even if he doesn't agree. If you keep dragging it out like this, it won't be good for anyone. Do you really want the three of you to live like this for the rest of your lives?"

Ning Ziqing was so frightened that the corners of his mouth twitched, and he gave Jiang Quhan a displeased look.

Shortly after noon, the Jingzhao Yinfu made a decision on the Song case.

Because the case involved officials' families, the prefect submitted the case file to the Dali Temple for further review.

As soon as the news of this case came out, there was an uproar in Kyoto.

People on the streets were discussing and condemning the Song family's crime of murdering the late marquis' wife.

The Song family was so ashamed of this that they kept their doors closed all day long to avoid criticism from the outside world.

At the morning court, all the civil and military officials were shocked and puzzled by Lord Song's sudden intention to resign.

It was not until Ning Zijun presented a letter of apology and explained the whole story in detail that the ministers suddenly realized the truth and sighed.

However, Emperor Yao not only did not blame Ning Houfu, but instead generously agreed to Lord Song's request to resign, and even severely reprimanded him in the court, and then expelled him from the court as a punishment.

The Dali Temple took over the case and, in view of the conclusive evidence, made a quick verdict after review by the three courts and submitted it to Emperor Yao for his review.

The next day, the sky was gloomy and soon it began to rain heavily.

Ning Ziqing was busy packing luggage for Jiang Quhan at Yanmingju.

Jiang Quhan leaned against the window, watching Ning Ziqing directing Yin Xiang and others to stuff all kinds of items into boxes, and he felt a headache.

When she saw Ning Ziqing trying to stuff a plate of hot eggs and steamed buns into the almost full food box, she finally couldn't help but raised her folding fan to stop her.

"Ning Manman, I'm returning home, not fleeing. What a mess you're pretending to be!"

Ning Ziqing said seriously, "Winter is coming soon. The north is very cold, so we need to prepare more clothes to keep warm and food to fill our stomachs."

She paused, then suddenly remembered something and quickly reminded Huiyi's mother, "There are also charcoal and strong liquor that need to be prepared for the prince."

"Let's bring a few more pots so we can boil some hot water on the way so he can soak his feet and relieve his fatigue."

Jiang Quhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and tried to persuade her: "Ning Manman, listen to me, there are inns and post houses on the road where you can rest, there is no need to go through so much trouble."

Ning Ziqing refused, staring at Jiang Quhan eagerly, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly with her small hands, and said reluctantly with red eyes: "I... just don't want you to leave."

Jiang Quhan felt warm in his heart, and he pinched her cheek, comforting her gently, "It's almost the end of the year, and I have to go back to help my father deal with the state affairs of Qianye. When your marriage with Huo Yunjue is settled, I will come back to hold a grand wedding for you, okay?"

Ning Ziqing immediately stretched out his little finger and asked him to pinky promise.

"Keep your word. If you don't come to my wedding, I will never talk to you again."

Jiang Quhan laughed, hooked his fingers around hers and said unhappily, "You always use this to threaten me."

Ning Ziqing wiped away the tears from her eyes and acted coquettishly towards him: "Who told you to pamper me so much?"

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at each other and smiled.

At dinner, Lin Wanqiao carefully prepared a sumptuous banquet for Jiang Quhan.

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere was in high spirits when Ning Zilan suddenly rushed into the front hall, knelt in front of Ning Ziqing, and pleaded with tears in her voice: "Third sister, my mother has been sentenced to death. I beg you to have mercy and let me see her once, so that I can fulfill my last filial duty as a child."

Jiang Quhan warned her sternly: "Ning Zilan, you still dare to appear in front of Princess Azhao, don't you want your life?"

Upon seeing this, Lord Ning immediately shouted at the servant who was guarding Ning Zilan: "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and take the fourth young lady away!"

Several maids reacted and quickly stepped forward to pull Ning Zilan.

Ning Zilan clung to Ning Ziqing's legs tightly and cried bitterly, "Third sister... No, Princess Azhao, please have mercy and let me see my mother for the last time."

Ning Ziqing remained unmoved and allowed the old women to pry Ning Zilan's hands open.

Ning Zilan continued to plead, "I have nothing now, and I only have this request. As long as you agree, Third Sister, I can do anything you ask me to do!"

After hearing what she said, Ning Ziqing signaled the maids to step back.

She coldly looked at Ning Zilan, who was kneeling on the ground in a state of embarrassment, leaned over to her ear and said contemptuously, "Ning Zilan, I can let you see Song Yaman for the last time."

"But you have to remember that if you have a murderer as your mother, no one would dare to take you even if you want to be someone's concubine in the future!"

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand in disgust and ordered people to take Ning Zilan away.

Ning Zilan felt extremely humiliated but did not dare to refute. When she was dragged away, her eyes were filled with resentment and resentment.

Late at night, a carriage stopped at the gate of Dali Temple.

After Hao Ran and Kui Ying went down to negotiate, they called Ning Zilan and went to the prison.

As soon as she stepped into the prison corridor, a pungent stench hit her. Ning Zilan felt uncomfortably and took out a handkerchief to cover her nose.

The bailiff led them to the depths, and finally stopped in front of a narrow cell and said, "This is it. According to the rules, you are only allowed to stay for an incense stick of time. If you have anything to say, please speak up as soon as possible."

Hao Ran gratefully handed over the change, took the key from the bailiff, opened the prison door, and urged Ning Zilan to go in and visit Song.

Ning Zilan walked in cautiously, and in the dim light, she caught a glimpse of Song, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes. She was curled up in a dark corner with her eyes closed. She had long lost the former glory of the marquis's wife.

Song heard the noise and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing that it was Ning Zilan, she angrily scolded, "What are you doing here? At this point, you have to draw a clear line between you and me!"

Ning Zilan held back her tears and went over to place the bundle and food box in front of Song.

"Mother, you left in a hurry that day and took nothing with you. My father has confined me to my room these days, and today I finally got my third sister's permission to come and see you. Do you really not want to see me?"

Song hugged her distressedly, "Lan'er, you must do your best to protect yourself now. When your father's anger has subsided, you can go and comfort him. If that doesn't work, you can ask your uncle and others to protect you."

Ning Zilan shook her head and smiled bitterly, deciding to tell the truth, "Mother, you may not know yet, but my third sister has forced cousin Song Lan to separate from Song Yu, and my uncle has been forced to resign as a result. He will leave Kyoto in two days and return to his hometown with the eldest family to avoid disaster."

After hearing this, Song's face changed drastically, and the blood in her body seemed to freeze. She opened her mouth in disbelief, with endless despair in her eyes.

"Ning Ziqing... this little bitch is so cruel!"

Ning Zilan's heart was completely cold. She woodenly took out plates of Song's favorite dishes from the food box and comforted her softly, "Mother, don't worry about it. The food is getting cold. Please eat quickly. I won't be here for long and will have to go back."

Song stared at Ning Zilan for a long time with a dull look in her eyes, feeling sad and reluctant. Finally, she moved her cracked lips with difficulty and urged Ning Zilan, "Lan'er, you must find a way to find the Second Prince and ask him to send someone to see me."

Ning Zilan suddenly became puzzled: "Mother, what else do you want to do?"

Song gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "Even if I die, I will drag someone to be buried with me!"