I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

Yuan Qinglian looked at Yang Yuning and thought for a moment, then bit her lips and asked in a low voice: "I have another favor to ask of you."

Yang Yuning looked at her in confusion and waited quietly for her to speak.

Yuan Qinglian's eyes fell on her knees, and she said with some difficulty: "Young Master Yang, can you lend me some silver first so that I can hire a doctor to heal my legs?"

"What do you take me for?" Yang Yuning's face darkened a little.

"Mr. Yang, I won't take your money for nothing. After my legs are healed, I will find a way to return the money to you. Or, if Mr. Yang wants, I can return it in other ways..." After Yuan Qinglian finished speaking, he lowered his head with an evasive look.

Yang Yuning's lips curled up slightly, and she instantly understood the other party's intention, but she looked like this at the moment.

Yang Yuning really couldn't bring himself to do it.

There was a hint of disdain in his words: "You should think about making up for it in other ways."

Yuan Qinglian was delighted, realizing that the other party agreed. She said with a smile, "Yes, thank you, Master Yang. I will never forget your kindness."

Yang Yuning did not give her the banknote directly, but said calmly: "Tomorrow I will ask the doctor to come to the Marquis's Mansion to treat you. Remember to give me a sip of soup when you become successful in the future."

"Thank you, Young Master Yang. I will repay you double in the future." Yuan Qinglian said sincerely.

Yang Yuning turned and left.

Song Nanzhi, who was hiding in the dark, heard their conversation clearly.

He had been with Yuan Qinglian for so many years, but she had never revealed the tiger-head jade pendant to him.

He only knew that Yun Qinglian was the descendant of a criminal, but he didn't know that she was not the biological daughter of the Minister of Works Yuan Tianxiang.

Under the moonlight.

Song Nanzhi clearly saw that the tiger-head jade pendant was of high quality and was definitely not something that ordinary people could own.

He looked at Yuan Qinglian in front of him quietly with a scrutinizing gaze, wondering how many things she was hiding from him.

Yuan Qinglian waited until Yang Yuning's figure completely disappeared at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion before turning the wheels of the wheelchair.

When he turned around, he saw Song Nanzhi had stood behind him without him noticing.

Yuan Qinglian asked anxiously, "Prince, why are you here?"

Song Nanzhi's face didn't look very good, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Turned around and returned to Xingyuxuan.

When he came back to wash up, he remembered that there were account books, cards, warehouse keys, and a small bunch of keys on it.

Song Nanzhi thought of something and quickened his pace.

He took the key bunch from Xingyuxuan's desk and walked directly to Wenhuaxuan's independent warehouse.

Yuan Qinglian also followed along.

The moment Song Nanzhi opened the warehouse, his eyes suddenly brightened.

He spoke with some emotion: "I know Yue'er still cares about the Marquis' Mansion and me, otherwise why would she deliberately leave all these dowries behind."

Song Nanzhi said as he walked forward and opened the nearest box.

Inside were some cloth and a copied dowry list. Song Nanzhi became even more excited when he looked at the items on the dowry list.

He also began to like Yuan Qinglian outside the door. He waved at Yuan Qinglian and said, "Come and count these things together."

Yuan Qinglian was slightly stunned. She didn't believe that Liu Yueru would be so kind as to leave such a large dowry.

But she still turned her wheelchair towards Song Nanzhi.

She reached out and took Liu Yueru's dowry list from Song Nanzhi, and took a look at the cloth, fabrics, and quantities in the box. They all matched.

"Everything in this box is correct, but the materials inside are very common and not worth much silver." Yuan Qinglian said lightly after touching the cloth.

Subsequently.

Song Nanzhi came to the other boxes and checked them with joy.

But the scene before him made his face darken instantly.

He walked to another box, not believing it.

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His face darkened even more.

Then three or four boxes were opened, all filled with pawn tickets.

Song Nanzhi's face was as dark as ink.

"No wonder Liu Yueru agreed to hand over the key to the warehouse so readily."

Yuan Qinglian's eyes fell on the pawn tickets and he pushed his wheelchair forward.

He took one of the pawn tickets and checked the time.

Some of them were held when the lady had just married into the Marquis's mansion, and some had been held for a short time. Anyway, there were people who had held the position at all time periods, and it was impossible to find any faults.

Yuan Qinglian lowered her eyes. If the Marquis's Mansion wasn't really poor, then the Madam must have made such a plan long ago.

In this case, even if Song Nanzhi divorced Liu Yueru, all he could get were these pawn tickets, and he would also be branded as someone who coveted his wife's dowry.

If Song Nanzhi wants to clear his name, he must redeem all the dowry that Liu Yueru pawned to supplement the Marquis's Mansion after divorcing his wife.

Yuan Qinglian looked at Song Nanzhi's gloomy face. The Marquis' Mansion could hardly come up with even a hundred taels of silver, let alone such a large dowry.

"Prince, what should we do now?" Yuan Qinglian asked cautiously.

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back for Song Nanzhi, and he kicked a box beside him hard.

The pain instantly spread throughout his body. Song Nanzhi's face turned pale with pain. He hunched over, holding his injured foot, and jumped a few times on the spot.

Yuan Qinglian frowned slightly.

Without Liu Yueru as the head of the household, the Marquis' Mansion was like a pile of loose sand, and Song Nanzhi was almost driven crazy by trivial matters.

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Life is not just about romance.

As for firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, one also has to bow down for the five pecks of rice.

Some people also have to plan carefully and deliberately to get promoted and gain a place in officialdom.

You also need to maintain a good reputation and create a good image outside.

Song Nanzhi fell to the ground.

These are all things he cannot take care of at the moment.

Yuan Qinglian walked forward worriedly.

He raised his hand and gently pushed Song Nanzhi, and said to comfort him: "Don't worry, my lord. I will be in the Marquis' Mansion in the future to share your worries. Life will definitely get better gradually."

Song Nanzhi looked up at Yuan Qinglian with a ridiculous expression, and said angrily, "If you hadn't been interfering, Yue'er and I wouldn't have ended up like this, and the Marquis's Mansion wouldn't have fallen into such a state. And your good son, Yue'er worked so hard to pave the way for him, but he still managed to ruin himself. Now he's not even a complete person. What else can I expect from you?"

Talking about room.

Song Nanzhi thought of Yuan Qinglian's affectionate farewell to Yang Yuning just now, and his pent-up anger intensified: "Are you going to have an affair with someone else to revive the Marquis' Mansion?"

Yuan Qinglian's face turned pale and she stared at Song Nanzhi in disbelief.

The elegant and modest gentlemanly look of his youth is gone, and now Song Nanzhi's face is full of boredom and disgust.