The mistress was reborn and broke off the engagement, the regent cried and begged to marry into the

on the street.

Weng Deqiang bought a bag of pastries and carefully hid them in his arms: "Do you think she will like them if I bring them back?"

Zhan Xun really wanted to roll his eyes: "How should I know? You have only known each other for a few days, how come you have already chosen her?"

Covering his mouth and laughing secretly, Weng Deqiang's tall body revealed shyness: "She is so nice, she can sew clothes, cook, and is pretty. You didn't see how she played with the children, she was so gentle. She even turned around and smiled at me. Hehehehe."

"Stop being disgusting. Finish your work quickly and go back." The look on the second brother's face gave Zhan Xun goosebumps.

Weng Deqiang got excited: "You said I'm not a child anymore, it's not too much to ask for a wife, right? Who doesn't want a wife and children, and a warm bed, and making money is also exciting. I know, you are jealous, third brother. You are jealous that I will have a wife soon, but you don't have one yet..."

Zhan Xun covered his ears and quickened his pace: "Shut up. Who wants to hear you chattering endlessly? Oh, stop it."

"Listen to me. Why are you covering your ears? Don't cover them. You are just jealous of me, just jealous..."

Shangguanfu.

Shangguan Haitong held the black piece in his hand, stared at the chessboard and said, "Those who want to leave can't be kept no matter what."

Wei Cheng asked worriedly, "If the plan fails, she will definitely be punished when she returns. I'm afraid she will have a hard time in the future."

"Being punished..." Shangguan Haitong raised a meaningful smile.

It was indeed a punishment, the heaviest punishment.

The servant who had been watching the movements in the Marquis' Mansion came in hurriedly to report: "Miss, the seventh lady of the Marquis' Mansion has left the house."

"Got it." Shangguan Haitong waved his hand and asked them to leave. "Huan Shuang, change my clothes for me."

"Yes." Huanshuang went over to help her master.

Wei Cheng bowed and stepped outside, waiting to go together.

Shangguan Haitong changed her clothes and put on a veil. Wei Cheng drove the car and they set out from the back door.

A sparsely populated alley.

Li Sirong was sitting in the carriage, followed closely by a simple carriage with things on it.

The white cloth covered everything, making it impossible to see what was on it.

Wei Cheng was confused. What was this for?

Huanshuang got off the car and went to stop the carriage from the Marquis' Mansion.

The car stopped and Shuyun lifted the curtain: "What's going on?"

Huan Shuang bowed slightly: "Seventh Miss, my daughter invites you."

Shuyun lowered the curtain and reported, "Miss, it's the maids from Shangguan Mansion. They said they want to see you."

Li Sirong was in a bad mood: "No. Let her go."

Lifting the curtain and getting out of the car, Shuyun said clearly: "My girl is not here, please don't block my way."

Huanshuang shouted to the carriage, "Seventh Miss, do you want to end up like Huazhi?"

"You." Shuyun was shocked. The news should not have spread, how did you know?

Li Sirong got out of the car with a worried look on her face: "Your girl better have something important to say."

Huanshuang bows and begs for mercy.

Li Sirong followed, and Shuyun went over too out of concern.

Stopping in front of the carriage, Huanshuang stepped forward and lifted the curtain: "Miss, the seventh lady is here."

Shangguan Haitong got out of the car and walked towards Li Sirong: "Seventh Miss, how are you?"

"Just say what you want to say. I'm very busy now." Li Sirong didn't give him any face.

Looking at the white cloth covering the car, Shangguan Haitong smiled and said, "Seventh Miss lost her personal maid, so I understand that she is in a bad mood. Do you know why the situation today has come about? It's all your fault, the master."

Wei Cheng looked up at the white cloth in surprise. What was underneath it was...

Li Sirong was angry: "Even if I didn't protect her, what does it have to do with you?"

Shangguan Haitong shook her head gently: "You don't understand what I mean. The reason why you can't protect the people around you is because you are powerless. Her today is your tomorrow. Maybe you don't believe it, and think that your good father and good brothers will not do anything to you."

"Give up your naive idea. Blood relatives? Ridiculous. To them, mothers, wives, sisters, and daughters can all be abandoned and sold out. If you are still useful, they will keep you and coax you. If one day you are no longer useful, your fate will be..."

"Enough. I don't want to hear you sow discord. They are all my family." Li Sirong said angrily.

Shangguan Haitong smiled faintly: "That's all I have to say. Take care. We will see each other again."

Having said this, she turned and got into the carriage.

Huan Shuang bowed and jumped into the carriage. Wei Cheng drove the carriage and it slowly left.

Li Sirong couldn't calm down and stood there for a long time.

Shuyun was very worried: "Girl..."

"She is talking nonsense, it must be nonsense." Li Sirong said firmly and turned back to the car.

Shuyun got into the car worriedly.

They handed the body over to Huazhi's family, gave them some silver and told them to bury it properly.

The brother and sister-in-law wiped their tears while accepting the silver, looking quite sad, but their hands, which had been hidden in their sleeves, betrayed them.

Thinking everything was arranged properly, Li Sirong left without any worries. Everything was caused by her, and she felt sorry for Huazhi.

Li Sirong was depressed and wanted to tell her father about the Shangguan Mansion's attempt to sow discord.

As she walked outside the hall, she heard people discussing her. For some reason, Li Sirong stopped and listened attentively.

inside the house.

Li Zongyun took a sip of tea and said, "Father, my seventh sister is not young anymore. We should talk about marriage."

"I originally planned to marry her off after arranging the wedding of the eighth son. But who knew there would be so many twists and turns." Li Shanqi sighed, "Girls cannot be kept at home when they grow up. Several families have come to ask about her marriage, and I, as a father, am a little undecided for a while."

Why are you indecisive? I already have a plan in mind.

Li Zongyun put down the teacup and said, "A few years ago, the original wife of Yiyong Hou passed away due to illness. I think it would be a good idea for Seventh Sister to marry him as his successor. Yiyong Hou is outstanding in every way except that he is older."

Hearing this, Li Sirong took a step back in shock.

Yiyong Hou is nearly sixty years old, with countless concubines at home, and none of his children are easy to deal with.

She is only sixteen, how can she marry as a successor?

Li Sirong wanted to go in and fight for it, but the next sentence made her stop in her tracks.

With a satisfied smile, Li Shanqi praised: "You are right. When the seventh child came of age, Yiyong Hou fell in love with her, but was delayed due to various things. If not for this, I would not have kept the seventh child unmarried until now. Let's do the ceremony another day."

Li Sirong's lips trembled and tears filled her eyes. At this moment, she finally believed what the man from Shangguan Mansion said.

Her father and brother treated her well only because she was useful. Whether she was willing or not, she couldn't refuse the marriage.

A tear fell, and Li Sirong turned back to the courtyard. She was distraught, feeling sorry for her miserable life.

Shuyun stepped forward to support her and asked worriedly, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Li Sirong held those hands as if they were her only comfort. She cried and laughed: "Dad wants to marry me to Yiyong Hou as his second wife."

"What? Marquis Yiyong is almost sixty years old. He has countless concubines and children at home. How can you have a good life if you marry him?" Shuyun's face was full of heartache.

I completely understand what Miss Shangguan said, what a ridiculous relative.