The reborn daughter of the Marquis Mansion takes over the world

On this day, the sky was just getting light, and the green shoots of the weeping willows by the pool were still hanging with a crystal clear morning dew. The breeze blew and fell into the pool, causing ripples in circles.

People in Ninghou's mansion were busy cleaning and decorating in the early morning, waiting for distinguished guests to come. Ninghou also rarely got up early. After dressing up, he walked around the mansion in high spirits, and he did not forget to tell his servants to be careful. Be careful, he has been waiting for this day for a long time, hoping that after fulfilling his deceased wife's wish, he can ignore the world and find a secluded place to spend the rest of his life.

In Huiyue Pavilion, Mrs. Song and Ning Zilan looked exhausted. Ning Zilan bit her lip and looked at the busy servants outside with nowhere to vent. She picked up a vase on the table and smashed it into pieces.

"How could you be so crazy early in the morning and disturb your father? I won't be scolded again." Mrs. Song took Ning Zilan's hand and inspected it carefully.

"Fortunately, I wasn't hurt."

"Mom, how long has it been, and you are still here talking about this? That bitch Ning Ziqing is about to get married to Qilang Jun, and you don't even help Zilan!" As he said this, he covered his handkerchief and cried in grievance. Mrs. Song felt very distressed when she saw her crying so hard.

"Who said mother won't help you? Mother will go to your father to explain it to you. Why should she, that cheap girl Ning Ziqing, take advantage of all the good things?" Mrs. Song was also full of anger, and she married herself. Hou Ninghou had very little affection for her. They were friendly on the surface, but in fact they were strangers. Ninghou rarely slept with her and ignored most of the affairs in the house. Originally, she had everything in the house, and everything was done by her. Ning Hou had the final say, but Ning Ziqing was the only one who refused to back down on Ning Ziqing's marriage. Now that Ning Ziqing was famous for her dancing, Ning Hou even hoped that Ning Ziqing would marry to the Su Mansion as soon as possible.

"Don't come out today. No matter what kind of trouble your father and I will cause in the future, just stay in the house." Song's eyes gradually turned cold, and she arranged her clothes, her cold and proud face as cold as frost.

"Go to the main hall!" Aunt Cui and several maids behind her didn't dare to say anything. They lowered their heads and followed Mrs. Song out.

After seeing Mrs. Song leave, Ning Zilan immediately stopped crying. Her eyes were cold and vicious, as if they could quench poison.

"Danying, go get what I want!" Ning Zilan stood up slowly, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and then she laughed to herself.

In the main hall, Marquis Ning took a sip of tea and saw Mrs. Song coming in with a dark face. He frowned and felt a little dissatisfied in his heart.

"Madam, why do you look so ugly so early in the morning? Did Zilan make you angry again?" Marquis Ning knew that the consultant was well aware that Mrs. Song's anger instantly ignited when she saw him talking about Ning Zilan like this.

"Ning Yuzhang, you only have your precious daughter Ning Ziqing in your heart right now, right?" Mrs. Song pointed angrily at Ninghou with her handkerchief.

"Madam, be careful! In my heart, Zilan and Ziqing are the same! They will not be treated differently!" Ning Hou had a gloomy face, already dissatisfied with what Song had done before.

"Okay, today you tell Zilan about your marriage to the Su family. Qingya has become more capable now. She became famous after dancing at the palace banquet. She is afraid that she won't find the right husband, so Zilan will be overpowered by her. Who still remembers that there is a fourth lady in Ninghou Mansion!" Mrs. Song became more and more excited as she spoke, wishing she could slap Ninghou in the face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Zi Qing was married to Qilang Jun on the fingertips of her mother's womb. How can you tell Zi Lan? Don't be wishful thinking!" Ning Hou slapped his palm on the table angrily.

"Then let's not talk about the marriage today, come here! Go and close the door for me and don't let anyone in!" Mrs. Song tilted her body and sat on the yellow pear wood chair angrily.

"How dare you, you crazy woman!" Marquis Ning reprimanded the Song family angrily. Seeing that the Song family was unmoved, the maids outside even retreated far away.

"Master Hou, if you don't agree today, I won't be done with you!" Mrs. Song replied disdainfully.

"You crazy woman, the Marquis Mansion will be embarrassed by you!" The furious Marquis Ning rushed over and slapped Mrs. Song hard. After the slap, both of them were stunned at the same time. The corner of Song's mouth Blood oozed out and her mind was blank. The next moment, she grabbed Ning Hou's shirt full of hatred.

"Ning Yuzhang, when I marry you, I don't ask you to be sincere to me, but I ask you and I to live out this life harmoniously and happily. When I enter the house, I can tolerate you treating me coldly and leaving me alone in an empty room. Now, For the sake of Zilan's future, I will risk my life to let Zilan marry into the Su family!" Mrs. Song was so angry that she was shaking all over, her face turned red and she cursed.

Seeing how crazy she was, Marquis Ning had an uncontrollable anger in his eyes. His raised hand stopped in mid-air, letting Madam Song grab at him.

But he said that Su Yanqi's carriage stopped outside the gate of the Hou Mansion, and the boy went to knock on the door. After waiting for a long time, he saw a maid coming to open the door.

"Qi Langjun, please come in. Madam and the Marquis have important matters to discuss in the front hall. Miss Third asked me to invite you to sit in the garden for a while first!"

Although Su Yanqi had doubts, he didn't ask any more questions. He politely closed the folding fan in his hand and said, "Thank you, Miss, please lead the way!" The boy behind him picked up a few boxes of gifts and followed them into the Hou Mansion.

After bypassing several small gardens and lotus ponds, Su Yanqi followed the maid to an elegant courtyard. The little maid bent down and replied, "Qi Langjun, please come in. The third lady is waiting inside." "After saying that, he hurriedly retreated.

Su Yanqi did not hesitate and walked into the courtyard. The flowers and plants in the garden were all treasures. There was a small pool in the middle. In the small pool, an exquisite rockery was repaired. Several clumps of green bamboo were planted beside the pool. They were blown by the breeze. , the bamboo shadows are mottled, but it has a unique flavor.

After passing the garden, the sound of silk and bamboo came from the end of the courtyard, and the air was mixed with the elegant fragrance of flowers. Su Yanqi followed the sound of silk and bamboo and walked to the door of a room. The sound of the piano on the facade stopped suddenly, and a figure stood behind the screen.

"Third sister, is that you?" Su Yanqi stood at the door. Seeing that the other party was silent, he took a few steps forward.

"Brother Yan Qi, it's me." After a while, the man called softly. Su Yan Qi recognized that it was not Ning Ziqing's voice and subconsciously stepped back. The figure behind the screen immediately came out. Su Yan Qi then She saw clearly that the woman in front of her was Ning Zilan. She was dressed in light pink gauze, her fair complexion was looming, her shoulders were bare, and her hair was scattered on her chest. She walked towards Su Yanqi affectionately, and Su Yanqi retreated to the door. When he was about to step out, his body suddenly went limp and he leaned weakly on the threshold. He looked dizzy and looked at Ning Zilan who was leaning over.

"Brother Yanqi, what's wrong with you? Let me help you go in and have a rest." Ning Zilan smiled charmingly at him. Su Yanqi wanted to resist, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body, so Ning Zilan let him go. Lan took his hand.

Outside the house, the sunlight penetrated through the leaves and scattered golden light all over the ground.