The daughter of the first wife is a black lotus, reborn and remarried to kill

As soon as Li Qingqian returned to the Li Mansion, she told Li Zhengkang what happened at the Xunmei Banquet.

This matter still required him, as the father, to go there in person and rescue the person. Then he brought gifts and went to the family to apologize, and the matter was considered to be settled privately.

However, when Li Zhengkang brought Li Shuyue back, he put Li Shuyue in solitary confinement with a gloomy look and would not release her until Liu came back.

After Yunyi told Li Qingqian about this, Li Qingqian took the pear soup that had been prepared in the small kitchen and went to Li Zhengkang's study.

Li Zhengkang was sitting at his desk, rubbing his swollen temple with one hand. When he saw her coming, he couldn't help but feel annoyed: "What are you doing here?"

Li Qingqian curled the corners of her mouth slightly and served him the pear soup.

"The weather is dry in winter, so I made pear soup for you to moisten your throat. Please drink some."

Li Zhengkang scooped up the pear soup spoonful by spoonful, but showed no intention of drinking it.

He vaguely remembered that in the winter days of the past, who was this person who loved to bring him pear soup every day without fail?

"What do you want to say to me, father?"

"I couldn't hide it from my father after all," Li Qingqian said with a smile, "I once heard Aunt Liu, who was by my grandmother's side, say that my mother had a pretty good relationship with my father when she was alive, and she would bring him pear soup every winter."

The words "when my mother was alive" clearly showed that Liu was not considered as my mother. Looking at her face that looked similar to that person, Li Zhengkang was somewhat lost in thought.

But he was unwilling to follow Li Qingqian's words, and instead talked about another matter, "Mr. Meng, the Minister of War, has my father ever mentioned this to you?"

Li Qingqian was not in a hurry and nodded, "It's Sister Yanrong's father."

"Then do you think that Lord Meng's daughter is a good match for your elder brother?" Li Zhengkang's eyes were probing.

Li Qingqian opened her confused eyes and asked, "Marriage is always a matter of parents' orders and matchmakers' words. How can a girl like Qian, who has only been in the boudoir, criticize my elder brother's marriage behind his back?"

Li Zhengkang had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem angry. He just raised his hand and knocked the bowl of pear soup to the ground. "You also know that you are just a girl?"

Li Qingqian was so frightened by his sudden change of attitude that she closed her eyes, but fortunately when she looked down, she found that the pear soup had not spilled on her dress, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

As if she had been prepared, she took out another porcelain bowl from the food box, filled another bowl and placed it in front of him.

Stay calm and don't get angry. You are here today to claim your mother's dowry that was embezzled during her lifetime. You absolutely cannot turn against her at this time.

"You are really powerful now. How dare you detain your own sister directly in the Ding'an Marquis Mansion?"

Li Qingqian's smile concealed a hint of chilliness. "Father, since he just came back from Ding'an Marquis's Mansion, I guess Ah Ning also told him the whole story?"

Li Zhengkang snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"My daughter knows that you are angry about me for acting first and asking for your permission later. In your eyes, what is the difference between this and Shu Yue's disobedience to your orders before? But father," her eyes became colder, "if the daughter of the Zuo Xiang family is a murderer, will the entire Li Mansion still have face? I am also making plans for our Li family, so I chose to settle privately before the Song and Meng families have a chance to attack."

"Stop pretending here! Your little tricks have been clearly seen by your father these days. If I hadn't supported you, the fact that you had planned to send your stepmother out of the house would have been enough to ruin your reputation!"

Li Zhengkang has been sitting firmly in the imperial court for more than ten years. He regards power as his life. He is second only to the emperor in the imperial court and does not allow anyone to challenge his authority at home.

Although Li Qingqian protected Li Shuyue this time and prevented the families from making trouble in the court, she also violated Li Zhengkang's taboo.

She sighed, but there is no risk without gaining the tiger cub. She was unable to find a way to get her mother's dowry back.

Li Zhengkang looked at her with her eyes lowered, a cloud covering his face, "Do you know what Shu Yue said to me on the way back?"

A flash of pride flashed across Li Qingqian's drooping eyes. Sure enough, things began to develop as he had expected.

Li Shuyue suffered a loss at her hands but couldn't find a reason to retaliate, so she told Li Zhengkang about what happened a month ago, and then exaggerated it, blaming all the mistakes on Li Qingqian's instigation.

"Humph," she sneered. She was not angry at Li Shuyue's betrayal. "It's obvious that it was because she angrily went to find her fiancé to catch him cheating, and her daughter followed him."

Li Zhengkang was stunned. What do you mean by catching an adulterer? Didn't Shu Yue say that it was Ah Qian who deliberately instigated the misunderstanding and alienated the two of them?

"Since it's their own business, why do you have to interfere?" Li Zhengkang's face was filled with anger. "I have repeatedly emphasized to you that you are going to marry into the Zhenguogong Mansion. How can you do such an unseemly thing? You are destroying your future. Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy!"

Li Qingqian sat there, her body not shaking at all because of Li Zhengkang's rebuke. Somehow, he seemed to see again the majesty in Li Qingqian that was no less than that of the Queen.

"I'm very sober," she said with red eyes and a slightly trembling voice, "If we talk about this matter, it's the fault of that gigolo Jiang Jialang, but Shu Yue's behavior obviously lost the bearing that a prime minister's daughter should have. Although I feel ashamed of her behavior, I should protect my sister like a sister."

Li Zhengkang was a little stunned. He thought Li Qingqian was going to laugh at Li Shuyue's joke, but he didn't know that his daughter thought so. Could it be that he had thought too badly of her in the past?

Yes, how could the child left behind by that person be a cold-hearted person? He was somewhat silent.

In the corner where he wasn't paying attention, Li Qingqian couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

She wiped away her nonexistent tears in a serious manner, and said in a choked voice, "Qian's previous actions were originally intended to teach her sister a lesson and let her know that there is a price to pay for being willful. But my daughter has not been by her side to grow up with her over the years, so how can she speak directly?"

"I originally thought that I would treat her better these days, and my sister would understand. But I didn't expect that Shu Yue would be so bold now that she even dared to murder the daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, and even wanted to put this bad reputation on the Ding'an Marquis Mansion. Such a disgraceful act really makes my daughter feel disappointed."

Li Zhengkang frowned. The Liu mother and daughter were the masterminds behind her being sent to the countryside, but she didn't feel any resentment at all?

Li Qingqian knew that being too kind would arouse the other party's suspicion.

So she looked out the window, with a pitiful look of a broken heart, "Please forgive me, father. After what happened today, I will never care about Shu Yue again. I will leave her to father, mother and grandmother to teach. No matter whether she is good or bad, I will never care about her again!"

Although Li Zhengkang was somewhat moved, he still couldn't figure her out. Could it be that she came to him today just to talk about this?

Although based on Li Qingqian's behavior some time ago, her words were a little unreliable, Li Zhengkang was moved by her behavior of asking him for instructions on even the smallest matters.

Right, this is how my daughter should behave!

After thinking about it, her action of acting first and reporting later at the Xunmei Banquet did not seem so offensive. If Li Shuyue's behavior were to get out, it would not do him any good.

If this matter were to be brought before the Emperor, I would not be able to maintain my official position securely.

So he waved his hand and said, "Forget it. You are only one year older than her. If you can't control her in some things, then no matter what mistakes she makes in the future, it has nothing to do with you."

Li Qingqian retracted her gaze towards the window, and pushed the pear soup towards him again, saying intentionally or unintentionally: "The year my mother passed away, my daughter doesn't remember anything, but we are connected by heart, and I often dream about her these days. I also told my daughter some words about my father."

Li Zhengkang took the spoon and tasted it. "What did she say?"

"Father, do you want to listen to what mother said?"

"Well, let's hear it."

Li Qingqian cleared her throat and said, "Mother asked, are you tired today, Zhenglang? It's so cold today, you have to take good care of yourself."

After she finished speaking, Li Zhengkang's hand holding the spoon froze in mid-air, and tears immediately fell from his eyes. He then raised his head and looked at Li Qingqian, and said in a hoarse voice: "Did she really say that? Did she say anything else, such as words of resentment?"

"Mother is father's original wife, why would she resent him?" Li Qingqian nodded, "What's wrong with father? Is he feeling unwell?"

Li Zhengkang did not answer her, but lowered his eyes and murmured to himself: "Why didn't she come to my dream and tell me in person?"

Both sides were silent for a long time before Li Zhengkang raised his head, wiped the tears from his eyes, and said, "Your mother must have missed you for a long time. How about this, she had a lot of dowry that was added to the public account when she was alive, you can transfer it to your own dowry. As for the collection of calligraphy and paintings, your father will return 90% of it to you, and as for the remaining 10%, you can leave it as a thought for your father."