It's obvious who's guilty and who's lying; the Marquis just doesn't want to face it.

Chen Yulan's expression changed drastically: "You're not allowed to go."

"So that's true. I didn't know you were such a vicious woman." Lord Lu pointed at Chen Yulan and cursed.

"Poisonous woman? My lord, you are truly heartless! I have worked so hard for this family, how can you say such a thing? And who am I doing this for? Butcher Zhang gives away three thousand taels of silver in one go. What's wrong with this slut marrying him?"

He can afford a dowry of three thousand, which means his family is well-off. What's wrong with marrying him and becoming his principal wife? Am I wrong?

"You make it sound so good, why don't you let Fang'er get married?" Aunt Yao said angrily.

"How can your bastard child compare to my Fang'er?"

"Even if Fang'er were to enter the palace, she would. You, born a lowly wretch, can only be a concubine. I offered her the position of principal wife, and instead of being grateful, you turn around and bite me."

In just a few words, Chen Yulan made her ulterior motives sound perfectly legitimate.

Seeing the Marquis's softened expression, Madam Song knew that he had been tricked again.

“Sister-in-law, Ling’er is, after all, the Marquis’s daughter. What you’re doing is a slap in the face to the Marquis.”

That butcher Zhang is a year or two older than the Marquis. If they become a couple, will the Marquis call him "elder brother" or "son-in-law"?

“Of course, we should call him son-in-law,” Chen Yulan said anxiously.

"Smack!"

"You have truly disappointed me."

Chen Yulan covered her face in disbelief: "You dare hit me..."

After saying that, he rushed towards Lord Lu.