Chapter Eleven: Don't even think about scheming against my marriage, or else...
After hearing Xie Songyan's sanctimonious words, Xie Yanzhi stared into Xie Songyan's eyes and said, "Is it so great to be remembered by a marquis like you?"
"Why don't you try that peach blossom wine with arsenic added?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Songyan pointed at Xie Yanzhi and cursed, "You unfilial son! How can you speak to your own father like that?"
Looking at Xie Songyan's furious expression, Xie Yanzhi said sarcastically, "In that case, you'll make your son a noble marquis."
Upon hearing this, Xie Songyan's face turned deathly pale.
Then Xie Yanzhi's voice was heard: "And I, Marquis Xie, will also think of you, and will even enshrine you on my altar! Aren't you more glorious and honored than my mother?"
"What? Are you scared?" Xie Yanzhi sat back down in his chair, looking at Xie Songyan's trembling hands under his robes.
Seeing Xie Songyan's quick defeat, he suddenly felt it was pointless.
She stood up and walked over to Xie Songyan, bringing her face close to his ear and saying, "Tell Mother not to even think about scheming against my marriage, otherwise..."
Seeing that Xie Songyan remained silent, Xie Yanzhi took a few steps back and left Songyuan.
After Xie Yanzhi left, Madam Xue lifted the curtain and came out from behind.
Xie Yanzhi's words just now made her face turn pale.
He guessed that she had orchestrated the marriage.
Moreover, Xie Yanzhi is getting crazier and crazier these days.
He's even capable of threatening to poison his own father; what else wouldn't he dare to do?
But the Marquis's mansion is now entirely supported by Xie Yanzhi.
Given Xie Yanzhi's current status and power, it's probably not impossible for him to crush her.
Over the years, Xie Yanzhi has maintained a seemingly harmonious relationship with her stepmother, but in reality, she probably harbors some resentment, just as she does towards Xie Songyan.
But if it weren't for Xue Shi back then, what about Li Shi, Zhang Shi, or Yang Shi? She still wouldn't have been able to enter the Jingnan Marquis's mansion. Why should Xie Yanzhi resent her?
However, she currently has no son to rely on, only a daughter named Xie Shu. She originally planned to use Xie Yanzhi's marriage to win over the Minister and increase the support for the Marquis's mansion, so that Xie Shu could have a powerful family to rely on in the future.
This method won't work now.
We must not anger Xie Yanzhi now.
She tidied her hair and walked towards Xie Songyan: "Master, please calm down. Yan-ge will eventually understand your good intentions."
Xie Songyan flicked his sleeves and said, "Let him be! I, Xie Songyan, will pretend I don't have this son!" Then Xie Songyan left the house.
"master……"
After watching Xie Songyan's figure disappear through the door, Madam Xue turned and went into the inner room to think of another way.
Xie Yanzhi walked slowly down the road, his face serene.
"Mother, look, I taught that person a lesson for you again today." Xie Yanzhi smiled.
Yuan Qing followed behind, not daring to breathe loudly the whole way.
Every time the master sees the master, he gets upset, and this time it seems to be especially bad.
Sigh, Yuan Qing thought to himself that he was going to be in trouble again!
As the two walked, they heard a woman's voice coming from behind the artificial hill:
The moonlight shines on the windowsill.
The Jade Rabbit pounds medicine as osmanthus blossoms.
Little baby, be good.
The mother gave the baby a small card.
firefly……
"Carry a lantern." Xie Yanzhi unconsciously uttered the next line, and his heart immediately brightened. This was a nursery rhyme that his mother, Yang, had sung to him when he was a child.
When Xie Yanzhi was little, his mother would sing this nursery rhyme to cheer him up whenever he was unhappy.
Seeing his master's complexion improve, Yuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief: He wondered which young lady was truly Guanyin Bodhisattva, who had come to save him from dire straits.
Yuan Qing was about to go over and take a look when Xie Yanzhi stopped him.
The two then leaped and stood atop the artificial hill, where tree branches provided cover, allowing them to see those behind the hill without being detected.
Yuan Qing stepped forward and saw two women under the artificial hill, one of whom looked very familiar from behind.
That girl with her hair in two buns, stuffing snacks into her mouth like a mouse, isn't that silly girl Lingjiao?
The woman beside him, with gentle eyes and a dignified demeanor, was none other than Miss Qing.
The two people were holding several plum blossoms in their hands, presumably they came to this garden to pick plum blossoms.
What a coincidence that we've run into each other here again.
My master doesn't like Miss Qing, I wonder what trouble will befall me now.
Yuan Qing glanced cautiously at his master, Xie Yanzhi, who had a cold expression on his face.
But there was no anger on his face as he had imagined.
Xie Yanzhi looked at the woman sitting under the plum blossom tree, talking to her maid beside her, with the same simple silver hairpin still adorning her temple. Suddenly, the woman lowered her eyes and smiled gently, like spring water flowing over a blue stone, warming one's heart.
In Xie Yanzhi's memory, his mother was such a gentle and graceful woman.
For some reason, she still had a familiar fragrance on her today, like the scent of her mother's handkerchief when she was a child.
Ling'er popped another walnut into her mouth and said, "Miss, you were so naughty back then! You drew a big turtle on the teacher's back, and the master had you beaten ten times with a stick!"
“When you had a fever at night, your wife sang nursery rhymes to you and kept you company by your bedside.”
Shen Qingnian also remembered that she was very naughty when she was a child, and often teased the old teacher who taught her to read. She thought he was too rigid and boring.
To this, the mother would always shake her head helplessly.
When did I start to behave myself?
From the day she witnessed her father beating her mother, in order to please her father, she tried her best to become a well-behaved young lady, numbly learning the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting that her father had arranged for her.
She missed her mother, and that's when she started singing the nursery rhyme her mother often sang to her.
Shen Qingnian said with a hint of sadness, "If only Mother were still by my side."
Ling'er comforted her, "Miss, it's alright. Once you've established yourself in the capital, you'll bring Madam here, and we'll never be apart again."
"Hmm." She raised her hand and smelled the incense beads on her wrist through her sleeve; they were a gift from her mother.
The scent brought Shen Qingnian a sense of comfort.
“Miss, there are some plum blossoms over there.” Ling’er pointed to the other side.
That day, when Shen Qingnian went out of the mansion with Madam Lin, she saw many shops selling spices, sachets, and sesame seeds, but she did not see any shops selling blended incense beads.
Shen Qingnian guessed that no one in the capital was selling incense beads yet.
She thought she would make some to carry with her in the next couple of days and see if she could sell a few.
She didn't have much money on her, but seeing how beautiful the plum blossoms were in the plum garden, she thought of picking some to use as spices, trying to save money wherever possible.
Xie Yanzhi watched with a detached expression as Shen Qingnian tiptoed, picking plum blossoms one by one, inhaling the delicate fragrance carried on the wind.
Yuan Qing, seeing Xie Yanzhi staring intently at Qing Guniang picking plum blossoms, touched his nose: What exactly does Master want to do?
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