Chapter 615 What kind of lady from a marquis's mansion am I?

As Song Baozhu spoke, she raised her hand and was about to hit him with the bamboo stick.

Zhuzhi raised his hand and grasped her wrist, saying with a forced smile, "Miss Song is getting married soon, so it's best for you to control your temper."

Song Baozhu couldn't help but sneer, "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"

The next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and she felt as if her wrist bones were about to be crushed.

Where does this damn girl get so much energy?

Seeing that she couldn't break free, Song Baozhu became anxious and begged Song Huai'en for help with a pale face, "Dad, save me, my daughter is dying of pain!"

Seeing her daughter being bullied, Lian Niang's face immediately changed and she cursed, "Where did you come from, you ignorant little hoof, to bully my daughter?"

She pretended to hit the bamboo stick, but she heard Song Yanxi's cold voice: "Just try touching her with a finger."

Song Huai'en was furious when he heard this. "This is the Marquis' Mansion, not your Princess' Mansion. If you want to show off, go back."

Lian Niang squeezed out two tears and said hypocritically, "Princess, I know you have always hated me in your heart, thinking that it was us who stole the Marquis.

But even if I have a lot of faults, I am still the biological mother of your brother and sister. If I were from another family, you would call me your stepmother."

"Stepmother? You are not worthy!" Zhuzhi let go of Song Baozhu with a look of disgust, as if he was afraid of being contaminated by some dirt.

She quickly walked to Song Yanxi's side and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "Miss, what's the point of talking so much to these shameless people? They won't understand."

Song Baozhu was furious. "You cheap girl, who are you calling shameless?"

Zhuzhi: "Whoever says that will get anxious."

When Song Baozhu heard this, she became even angrier.

She rushed forward and wanted to fight with the bamboo stick, but before her hand even touched it, she was pushed back.

He staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

Lian Niang rushed forward, tears streaming down her face, "My son!"

Song Baozhu was already hurt from the fall, and when she heard her crying, she started crying too.

While crying, she said aggrievedly: "Even a maid dares to bully me, what kind of young lady am I?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yanxi reminded him appropriately: "Miss Song is right, you really don't count."

"Why doesn't she count?" Song Huai'en said coldly, "Tomorrow I will ask the elders of the clan to open the ancestral temple, elevate Lian Niang as the principal wife, and enter Baozhu Qirui in the family tree."

Meeting Song Yanxi's nonchalant eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "No, let's do it tonight!"

He shouted outside: "Zhong He, go out and get someone."

Uncle Zhong's voice came from the courtyard, "My Lord, please calm down."

If you take a concubine as your wife and spread the news, wouldn't the whole world laugh at you?

He has completely disgraced the Yongchuan Marquisate.

Song Huai'en was already vomiting, and when he heard Uncle Zhong say this, he immediately shouted coldly: "If you can't do it, get someone else."

"What's the hurry?" Seeing his face flushed red, Song Yanxi became even happier.

She looked at Song Huai'en and said, "You guessed right. I came here not just for the purpose of adding makeup."

Song Huai'en gritted his teeth and cursed, "I knew it was a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, with no good intentions!"

He asked with a sullen face, "What else do you want?"

Song Yanxi: "It's nothing serious, it's just that my brother left something at the Marquis' Mansion and asked me to get it for him."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lian Niang couldn't cry anymore and shouted angrily, "Everything valuable in the Marquis' Mansion was looted by Yan Qing and his mother. The things we live in and use now were moved back from Lian Garden."

Something occurred to her, and she questioned, "She had the nerve to divorce the Marquis, so why would she turn around and do something so sneaky and despicable?"

Song Huai'en shouted, "Shut up!"

Meeting his embarrassed and angry eyes, Song Yanxi asked in surprise, "Didn't the Marquis tell them the truth about the mother and daughter?"

Song Huai'en said angrily: "Shut up too!"

Lian Niang sensed something was wrong and frowned, asking, "My Lord, what's the truth?"

"Nothing." Song Huai'en stared at Song Yanxi sinisterly and warned, "If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for turning against you."

Lian Niang had slept with him for twenty years, how could she not understand him?

Realizing something, she looked at Song Yanxi and said, "Princess, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Song Huai'en: "I think you dare!"

He ordered angrily, "Come here, kick them out!"

After the words were spoken, there was silence outside and no one answered.

Obviously, she didn't take him, the male host, seriously.

Lian Niang hurriedly urged, "What is it, Princess? Tell me quickly!"

Song Yanxi gave him a look, and Zhuzhi immediately stepped forward and said, "Let me speak for my daughter."

Song Huai'en: "You dare!"

She dared to call him an old fool to his face, so what else was there that she wouldn't dare to do?

Without even glancing at him, Zhuzhi continued to herself, "The Marquis's monthly salary is seventy taels, and the monthly expenditure from the Marquis' Mansion is eighty taels. At the end of each year, they have to ask for an additional sum. Over the years, we have always been unable to make ends meet.

Therefore, the monthly salary of the servants in the Marquis' Mansion over the past twenty years has been used to repair the house.

Even the daily social interactions were all paid for from my aunt’s dowry.”

She didn't need to say much. As a woman, Lian Niang also knew that even after a Da'an woman got married, the dowry would still belong to her personally.

Any respectable family will not use the bride's dowry.

So for all these years, the Marquis' Mansion has been supported by Yan Qing's dowry?

As soon as the idea came up, it was rejected by Lian Niang.

The mansion is so big, how much dowry does Yan Qing have to bring to support such a large number of people?

Song Huai'en also didn't believe it.

He demanded angrily, "Even if there's no salary from me, what about the money collected every year from all the shops and lands in the mansion?"

Song Yanxi was even more surprised. "In the past half month, you haven't even looked at the account book once?"

Song Huai'en said unconcernedly, "Accounting is something women do. Why should I do it myself?"

He looked at Lian Niang, "Lian Niang, you have been in charge of the accounts these days. Tell her how much money the Marquis' Mansion collects every month."

"This..." Lian Niang's eyes were evasive.

She has been living in the Lotus Garden these years, with everything provided for her. Every month she just waits for the accountant of the Marquis's Mansion to send her money, and figures out how to spend it to survive the month.

Besides, how could she calculate anything?

The accounts sent over from below were so densely written that she felt a headache just by looking at them.

Besides, this mansion has an accounting office, so why should it be her turn as the master to be in charge?

Lian Niang looked towards the door and called out, "Brother Zhong, please ask the accountant from the mansion to come over."

Uncle Zhong said, "There is no accounting office in the mansion."

Song Huai'en frowned, "What nonsense! How could such a huge mansion not even have an accounting office?"

Thinking of something, he couldn't help but sneer, "This Yan Qing, he really is too extreme. Not only did he move the things away, but now he even took the person away."

He looked at Song Yanxi with disgust in his eyes and said, "Go back and tell her to return the things she took from the Marquis' Mansion as soon as possible, otherwise it will be embarrassing for everyone if he goes to court one day."

Hearing this, Song Yanxi couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Why did my mother use such a word to return her own things?"

Her eyes suddenly turned cold. "But you guys have been occupying my home for so long. When are you going to move out?"