He favored his concubine and I cut off my wealth. Everyone in the mansion was in a panic.

A smile appeared at the corner of Shen Qing's mouth, "I remember I once told my mother that I, Shen Qing, have always been clear about right and wrong, and I don't like to mix right and wrong. As a concubine, Aunt Lin entered the house as a wife. Everyone in the house knew that as a daughter-in-law, she imitated the magnanimity of her parents-in-law and welcomed her three aunts into the house with the same etiquette. Did my father think this was wrong?

Aunt Lin had a miscarriage, but Mu Ziqian pinned all the charges on me. In order to destroy my reputation and frame me for injustice, I broke both of his legs as a punishment. Is this wrong? "

Everyone in Shengjing knows that the reputation of a daughter's family is the most important thing, not to mention such sinister things as setting up her aunt to have a miscarriage. Once word spreads, Shen Qing will be drowned by even a drop of saliva.

Marquis Yangling choked immediately. Shen Qing was right. It was indeed wrong for her to carry the three outsiders to the entrance, but she was the one who started it.

As for the Mu Ziqian incident, it was indeed somewhat self-inflicted, but if the matter were to pass as it was, Marquis Yangling would indeed not be reconciled. After all, he had been dismissed from the morning court for three full months.

At this critical moment when Jiang Li was about to get her hairpin, something happened to the Yangling Marquis Mansion, which would be a big trouble for Mu Xueliu.

Now, Marquis Yangling finally remembered Mu Xueliu's warning, but it was already too late.

When Mu Ziqian heard Shen Qing's words, his eyes immediately turned red, "You still dare to say that you are right? I just told a few facts, and you had my legs broken. If it hadn't been for someone Protected by Marquis Yining, do you think you can survive until now?"

Mu Ziqian's face was gloomy, as if he wanted to eat someone.

This month of being like a cripple has already made Mu Ziqian hate Shen Qing.

Shen Qing sneered, "I have a father named Marquis Yining, but you also have a father named Marquis Yangling. If you don't accept it, you can just ask him to seek justice for you."

Mu Ziqian suddenly glanced at Marquis Yangling with a look of resentment. He did have a father who was a Marquis, but he couldn't bear the thought that his father was not as tough as Shen Qing's background. Even his son had his legs broken. They can only take it out on their own son!

Feeling Mu Ziqian's peripheral vision, Yang Linghou suddenly became furious, "What do you think I'm doing? Who can you blame if you don't have any brains but want to cause trouble?"

Mrs. Yanglinghou, who was already full of resentment towards Yangling Marquis, heard that he was blaming Mu Ziqian for the crime at this time. She immediately lost her temper and said, "My son has been bullied. Not only did the Marquis, as a father, not do anything for Don’t you think it’s too cowardly for him to stand up and then turn around and vent your anger on him?”

Mu Ziqian's eyes were shining, and he looked at Mrs. Yanglinghou with deep reverence.

He had wanted to say these words for a long time, but as a son, he was not qualified to speak.

Hearing the two sensitive words "coward", Yanglinghou immediately exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Lin Xianglan, you are becoming more and more ignorant. You can even say such treasonous words." Dare to say it, don’t forget, I still have the final say in this family!”

Not to be outdone, Mrs. Yanglinghou sneered, "You have the final say? You have the final say, so don't let us two suffer any injustice!"

Yanglinghou's face instantly turned as dark as ink. He raised his hand and wanted to slap Mrs. Yanglinghou, but Lin Xuefu stopped her midway.

A bright red slap mark instantly appeared on her fair face. Madam Yanglinghou's face was filled with shock, "You actually hit Xue Fu?"

Marquis Yangling, who regained his senses, frowned fiercely, "I didn't want to do anything to Xue Fu!"

Mrs. Yanglinghou refused, "Then you just want to beat me? Ha! After all, there are too many beautiful concubines, and my main wife is an eyesore. Why don't you just beat me to death, so that your Aunt Xu can be killed?" Auntie Qiao, straighten her up!"

Only Aunt Qiu, who was not nominated, raised her head and then lowered her head as if nothing happened.

Sure enough, it's good to have more people in the backyard, and now this kind of bad thing can't be blamed on me.

Yanglinghou raised his hand and pointed angrily, "You are simply unreasonable!"

Mu Ziqian, who was on the carriage, was still struggling and shouting, "Father! How could you hit Fu'er! Fu'er respects you so much, how could you do it!"

Marquis Yangling felt a headache. Seeing Mu Ziqian's expression full of boredom, he scolded, "Shut up!"

Mu Ziqian was silent for a moment, but his eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.

Seeing Yanglinghou venting her anger on Mu Ziqian with her own eyes, Mrs. Yanglinghou couldn't help it anymore, "Why are you yelling at Qian'er? Is he wrong? You only bully us two who are helpless." no?"

Seeing Mrs. Yanglinghou's attitude of being troublesome again, Yanglinghou felt his head hurt even more, and turned around to leave. Qin Luan, who knew how to choose the right moment, frowned and whispered, "It's making my head hurt." It hurts."

The beauty held her forehead, and Marquis Yangling immediately felt distressed. He quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did I disturb you? I'll take you back to Fuchuntang right now."

Seeing this, Mrs. Yanglinghou, who was already very dissatisfied with Yanglinghou's behavior, suddenly exploded again, "You feel bad for disturbing your sweetheart, right? Qian'er is also your son, why are you treating her like this? he?"

Marquis Yangling glared at her with a cold face, "Don't compare that treacherous son with the child in Aluan's belly. They are all evil obstacles you taught me!"

Rebellious son? evil creature?

After hearing Marquis Yangling's description of Mu Ziqian, Mrs. Marquis Yangling immediately wanted to come forward and fight with Marquis Yangling, but Marquis Yangling mistakenly thought she wanted to attack Qin Luan and subconsciously pushed her.

Lin Xuefu tried to help him, but was pulled down by a strong force and fell under the wife of Yangling Marquis. Her face turned pale instantly.

The rebellious son/evildoer who saw this scene immediately became furious, "Father, are you crazy? You actually hurt Fuer again!"

Looking at Mu Ziqian's bloodshot expression, Yangling Marquis reasonably suspected that if Mu Ziqian's legs were not broken, this rebellious son would most likely fight with him.

Thinking of this, Yangling Marquis's face suddenly darkened again, and he had serious doubts about the ability of the wife of Yangling Marquis to teach her children.

"Come here, lock Mu Ziqian back to his Hongyan Hall, and don't let him out without my order!"

So, Mu Ziqian, who had just been confined by Shen Qing for a month and was released a few days ago, was confined again, and the time limit was unknown.

The wife of Yangling Marquis, who had reacted, started to make a scene again, "Mu Linyuan, if you dare to touch my Qian'er, then kill me first!"

The Marquis of Yangling cursed "madman", then picked up Qin Luan and strode away.

In the end, this crusade that was supposed to be a collective siege of Shen Qing ended with the wife of Yangling Marquis cursing wildly, Lin Xuefu being slapped and scapegoated, and Mu Ziqian being locked up again.

And Shen Qing, who was supposed to be at the center of the storm, watched a family fight leisurely and left in style.

Looking at Shen Qing's elegant and slender back, Aunt Qiao, who had just entered the Yangling Marquis's mansion, couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. Is the struggle in the Yangling Marquis's mansion so fierce?

Or Aunt Chen pulled her in time to save her from becoming the punching bag of the wife of Yangling Marquis.

When Shen Qing came back from Qi Futang, she saw Yun Xiaoxiao standing outside the side room, with a face full of indescribable words.