Chapter 250 Ye'er is your legitimate son, why are you taking your anger out on him?
Lan Xiyue patted Qian Duoduo's shoulder gently, with a casual and intimate gesture, "Let's go, it's so hot." After that, the group slowly set out on the journey back to Beijing under the scorching summer heat.
The carriage rumbled on the bluestone road. Although the air inside the carriage was slightly cooler due to the curtains, the heat waves outside still seeped through the gaps from time to time, invading every inch of space.
After returning to the capital and sending Qian Duoduo back to the Qian Mansion, he slowly stopped in front of a house on the east street.
Lan Xiyue got off the carriage and looked towards the vermilion-painted gate. An Yi whispered beside her, "Princess, the original owner of this house returned to his hometown for some reason and sold it. The location is good and the environment is quiet."
Lan Xiyue nodded slightly, "Let's go in and take a look."
As Lan Xiyue stepped into the mansion, she looked around and saw towering ancient trees and green shade in the courtyard. The first courtyard was where guests were received. It was spacious and bright with a reasonable layout. The second courtyard was where people lived. The rooms were arranged in an orderly manner, and each one revealed exquisiteness and sophistication. As for the third courtyard, it was a quiet back garden with small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and towers, creating a unique world.
"Miss, this house is so beautiful!" Chu Xia stood beside Lan Xiyue, her eyes flashing with surprise.
Lan Xiyue nodded, a faint smile on her lips: "Well, it's really good. Go back and pack your things. We will move in here today."
Chuchun frowned slightly when she heard this, looking a little worried: "Miss, I'm afraid the master won't agree to let you move out, right?"
Lan Xiyue raised her eyebrows, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes: "When we came out, the gate of the mansion was quite lively. I don't know what it is like now. Let's go back and take a look." As she said that, she turned and walked out.
Back at the Wuguo Marquis Mansion, as soon as the carriage stopped, the butler hurried out, looking anxious: "Miss, you're finally back! The master asked you to come to the front hall immediately after you return. He has something important to discuss."
Lan Xiyue ignored the housekeeper, entered the mansion and went straight to Xilingyuan.
The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly followed, "Miss, the old lady and the master are waiting for you in the hall, this..."
Lan Xiyue paused, "Oh? Then wait a moment. I'm already back, there's no need to rush. I'll go back and change my clothes. I've sweated a lot, and I feel sticky and uncomfortable." After saying that, she ignored the housekeeper and left.
The butler was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he was helpless. He sighed and walked quickly to the hall.
In the hall, Lan Zhenrong paced back and forth, looking anxious and nervous, and he looked at the door from time to time.
The butler hurried into the hall. Lan Zhenrong saw the butler coming back alone, and his brows instantly furrowed. "Where's Lan Xiyue? Hasn't she come back yet?"
The housekeeper lowered his head and said, "Master, the eldest lady just came back, but she said she wanted to go back and change her clothes..."
"What?!" Lan Zhenrong's face turned grim upon hearing this. "Tell her to come here immediately."
The butler responded and hurried out again.
Lan Shenye sat in a wheelchair, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, his eyes blazing. His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible grief and indignation: "Father, why did you go to the gambling house? And you still owe so much money! Now, the only way is to sell the land on the farm to raise the money to pay off the debt. What problem can you solve by asking Yueyue to come?"
Lan Zhenrong's face paled and turned pale upon hearing this. Hong Yi Niang gently waved her round fan and spoke slowly, "Young Master, you can't say that. We've already sold all our shops to barely cover our expenses. If we sell off the farmland, how will we, the Marquis's family, eat? Besides, the eldest daughter is engaged to the Prince Regent. She could go to the Prince Regent's mansion to borrow some money to help the Marquis's family through this difficult time. Or, she could go to the Duke of the Protectorate's mansion. After all, that's your maternal grandfather's house. How could they not lend a hand if you ask for a loan?"
Upon hearing this, Lan Shenye curled up the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, which was full of ridicule and disdain. "Let Yueyue go to the Regent's Palace to borrow money? Hong Yi Niang, you are so smart! How can she, an unmarried girl, ask her future husband's family to borrow money? If this gets out, where will her face be? And the shops in the mansion, aren't you going to manage them after they fall into your hands? Otherwise, the profits from those shops will not be enough to cover the expenses of the mansion."
As soon as she finished speaking, the old lady's cane hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.
She coughed twice, her voice carrying a hint of oldness and weakness: "Ahem...Ye'er, what's the point of saying this now? The mansion has no solution at all now.
Your legs are not convenient. When Yue'er comes, let her go to the Huguogong Mansion to borrow some silver to help the mansion overcome this difficult time. Zhenrong, Zhenrong, as a dignified marquis, how could you be so foolish as to go to the gambling house and owe so much money! Life in the mansion is already difficult, and you actually... cough..."
As the old lady spoke till here, her breathing became more rapid and her face became paler.
Hong Yi Niang hurried forward, stroking the old lady's back while softly comforting her, "Old lady, please don't get too angry. The master...he's doing this for the Marquisate. If the eldest lady hadn't refused to give her money to help the mansion, the master wouldn't have thought of gambling. Ultimately, it's all the fault of those damned thieves who stole everything from the treasury and put our mansion in this predicament."
The old lady sighed upon hearing this, her eyes filled with fatigue and helplessness. It was useless to say anything now; the commotion at the gate had already been unbearable enough.
Lan Shenye sat in a wheelchair, his face cold and indifferent. He said calmly, "Father, you asked Yueyue to go to the Duke of Huguo's Mansion to borrow money to repay the debt. What will happen to the Marquis' Mansion after that? It's impossible to keep borrowing money to get by, right? Although the Duke of Huguo's Mansion is the grandparents of Yueyue and me, there is no reason for it to support our Marquis' Mansion forever..."
Before Lan Shenye could finish his words, Lan Zhenrong walked over in anger, picked up the teacup beside him and threw it at him.
Seeing this, the old lady exclaimed: "Ye'er..."
At this critical moment, Yun Lei behind Lan Shenye was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and knocked away the flying teacup. The teacup drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a "clang", breaking into countless pieces.
Lan Shenye lowered his head, looking at the fragments on the ground, a bitter smile on his lips. He looked up at Lan Zhenrong, his tone filled with helplessness and sarcasm: "Father, do you want to kill your son? Am I wrong?"
Lan Zhenrong angrily pointed at Lan Shenye in the wheelchair, his chest heaving violently, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger: "Hmph! Even you look down on me? Don't forget, no matter what I am, I am still your father!"
Upon hearing this, Lan Shenye took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and said nothing, as if he wanted to suppress all his emotions in his heart.
The old lady patted the tea table and said angrily, "Zhenrong, what are you doing? Ye'er is your legitimate son, why are you taking your anger out on him?"
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