Chapter 231 Ye'er, it's not what you think, it's Lan Xiyue who is disobedient and unfilial!
In the corner, a figure rushed out from the darkness angrily. Lan Jiaoyun's face was filled with anger, and her eyes flashed with resentment and jealousy.
"Sister, we are a family. How can you live a life of luxury in Xilingyuan while we can only eat porridge and steamed buns every day? You are so selfish, don't you feel guilty?" There was a hint of questioning and resentment in Lan Jiaoyun's words, as if all the suffering she was going through was caused by Lan Xiyue.
As Lan Jiaoyun finished speaking, Hong Yi Niang also slowly walked out. Her face was haggard. "Yes, Miss, the old lady has been taking her daily medicinal food for three days now. If this continues, how can the old lady's body withstand it? You are the eldest daughter of the Marquis' Mansion, how can you turn a blind eye to this?"
Lan Xiyue's face was as cold as ice. She sternly watched the mother and daughter, who were singing the same tune before her, "What's your business? What does it have to do with me? If the mansion really can't survive, can't you find a way out on your own?" Then, she turned her gaze to Lan Zhenrong beside her. There was both indifference and a subtle hint of sarcasm in her eyes. "When the mansion was enjoying delicious food and fish before, did father ever let me sit at the table? Why, now that the mansion is in trouble, you think of me?"
Lan Zhenrong's face instantly darkened upon hearing this. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but in the end, he only managed one sentence: "It's because you behaved so shamefully in the past that we didn't let you eat in the front hall. But when has the mansion ever treated you unfairly? Doesn't Xilingyuan also have a separate meal?"
Lan Xiyue smiled lightly, with a hint of indifference and disdain in her smile: "I don't have any money." Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you to spend.
Upon hearing this, Concubine Hong's voice suddenly became sharp. "Miss, how could you possibly be broke? The old lady of the Duke of Huguo's mansion must have given you quite a bit of money privately. Otherwise, how could the maids and servants at Xilingyuan wear new clothes? And the scent of medicinal herbs can be smelled in the young master's courtyard every day. If Miss really had no money, how could the young master take medicinal baths every day to heal his legs?"
Seeing this, Lan Jiaoyun looked at Lan Zhenrong with grievance, "Father, I haven't made new clothes for a long time. My status in the mansion is even lower than that of a servant in Xilingyuan."
Lan Xiyue raised her eyebrows, a playful smile playing on her lips, and said to the angry Lan Jiaoyun opposite her: "Lan Jiaoyun, you are right. In my eyes, you are really not as good as the servants of my Xilingyuan."
Lan Jiaoyun's eyes widened upon hearing this, as if she had been deeply insulted. She extended a slender finger, trembling as she pointed at Lan Xiyue, her voice shrill with anger: "You..."
Then, she looked at Lan Zhenrong with grievance, tears in her eyes, and her voice was filled with tears: "Father, listen to me, my eldest sister has gone too far."
Lan Zhenrong's expression instantly darkened. He frowned and looked at Lan Xiyue sternly, "Lan Xiyue, you are a member of the mansion after all. When you marry, you will have to marry into the mansion. Now that the mansion is in trouble, we just asked you to give some money to help out, but you are making excuses. Do you understand why filial piety comes first?"
Lan Xiyue's smile widened when she heard this, "I don't understand!"
"Lan Xiyue!" Lan Zhenrong stood up in a rage, his voice echoing in the courtyard, "If you don't hand over the silver today, don't blame me for being cruel. Get out of the Marquis' Mansion right now! I will sever our father-daughter relationship and pretend you're not my daughter!"
Lan Xiyue's expression instantly darkened, her eyes becoming cold and resolute. "Alright, then please ask the Marquis to write a letter of severance, take it to the government office to stamp it, and officially sever ties with me."
Lan Zhenrong's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He glared at Lan Xiyue and said in a low and dangerous voice: "Do you think that you can do whatever you want just because the Regent granted you a marriage? Without the Wuguo Marquisate, do you think the Regent would still marry you?"
Lan Xiyue turned her head and her gaze fell on Chu Xia who was standing aside with a sullen look on her face.
"Chuxia, go back and get some paper and pen immediately. Have the Marquis write a letter of severance. Also, tell the maids and servants at Xilingyuan to pack up. We'll move out tomorrow morning."
Chu Xia heard this, her face full of worry, she called out softly: "Miss~"
Lan Xiyue scolded: "Are you not going yet?"
Chuxia bit her lip, stamped her feet, and finally turned around and ran out.
Watching Chu Xia's departing figure, Lan Zhenrong was so angry that he trembled all over. He covered his chest, his face pale, as if he would collapse at any moment.
Hong Yi Niang, who was standing by, quickly stepped forward to support him and rubbed his back. Her voice was gentle and soothing, "Master, please don't get too angry. The eldest lady was just speaking in anger, so don't take it seriously. The eldest lady is going to marry the Regent and she has to leave the mansion to marry."
Lan Zhenrong glared at Lan Xiyue, his voice hoarse and angry: "You evil girl! I'll give you one more chance. As long as you give me some money to help the mansion overcome the difficulties and apologize for what you just said, I can pretend that you never said it."
A figure appeared in Lan Zhenrong's mind, and he regretted what he had said in the heat of the moment.
Lan Xiyue is the daughter born to the woman he loves most, but he loves Shanshan too much, so he has always hated his daughter Lan Xiyue. If she had not been born, his Shanshan would not have died of dystocia and heavy bleeding.
Such a dazzling woman was gone just like that. He felt so heartbroken that it was beyond words. Every time he looked at Lan Xiyue's face that looked so much like Shanshan, he hated his daughter even more. What's more, Lan Xiyue had such a bad reputation and didn't look like her mother at all.
At this moment, the creaking sound of a wheelchair was suddenly heard. Everyone looked back involuntarily and saw Lan Shenye being pushed slowly and carefully by his servants.
"Father, are you really going to sever your relationship with Yueyue?" Lan Shenye had been listening to this argument for quite some time, feeling mixed emotions. He hadn't expected his father to say he would sever ties with his sister just to force her to hand over the money.
Lan Zhenrong frowned when he heard this, "Ye'er, it's not what you think. It's Lan Xiyue who is disobedient and unfilial..." There was a hint of anger in his words, and he seemed to want to explain something, but was interrupted by Lan Shenye.
"Father, do you know that Yueyue was born out of mother's desperate efforts?" Lan Shenye's voice trembled slightly, a flicker of pain in his eyes. "If mother's spirit knew that Yueyue, whom she gave her all to give birth to, was now being treated like this by father, would she be able to rest in peace?"
At this point, Lan Shenye seemed to be touched by the pain deep in his heart. He lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.
Lan Zhenrong's face turned ashen. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't say a word.
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