We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

Lu Meimei was overjoyed and entered the mansion as she wished. But the next day, she discovered that there was a concubine named Aruo in the mansion.

She was furious. Yun was the only woman, so how could there be a concubine out of nowhere?

Xiahou Wenyuan, that bastard, deceived her.

No wonder he hardly stayed in Qingzhi Lane these days. It turned out that the bitch Aruo had been hiding in the mansion.

Moreover, no one knows what kind of magic that vixen used to bewitched the old lecher Xiahou Wenyuan and made him eat all kinds of meat and only eat vegetables.

She had been in the mansion for more than a month, but the number of times Xiahou Wenyuan had stayed in Weilan Garden could be counted on one hand.

This vixen has occupied Xiahou Wenyuan, and it's fine, all men are like that.

But now, even the last bite of bird's nest was snatched away.

My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can’t.

She stood up suddenly and wanted to have a fight with that vixen Aruo to let her know that she, Lu Meimei, was the real mistress of this mansion.

A concubine is nothing.

Just as Lu Meimei took a step forward, Taohong pulled her back.

Taohong felt bitter: Madam, how come you only remember to eat but not to be beaten? A few days ago, she had a fight with Auntie Aruo over a piece of silk and suffered a loss. It has only been a few days since she recovered, and she wants to make trouble again. The key point is that when the masters fight, they are the servants who suffer.

Last time, Lu Meimei lost the fight and took her anger out on them. All the maids in Weilan Garden were beaten as a result of her anger.

"Taohong, you ungrateful slave, why are you pulling me?"

Lu Meimei's face began to look bad, but Taohong was brought here from Qingzhi Lane by her and was very loyal to her. Seeing her pulling her, she stopped.

"Madam, you can't go. There's something strange about Aunt Aruo."

When Taohong raised her mouth, Lu Meimei remembered the loss she had suffered a few days ago.

That vixen looked delicate and weak, very easy to control, but somehow, in the last fight, she was beaten, beaten, and beaten.

Moreover, the wounds from being beaten were not visible to others. She complained to Xiahou Wenyuan, but because she could not find the wounds, she was bitten by the bitch and scolded by Xiahou Wenyuan.

After touching the old wound, Lu Meimei became intimidated and slumped down in the chair.

"Madam, the concierge brought a letter from the old house in Youyang."

Xiao Liu held a letter and handed it to her.

She knew without even looking that he was asking for money. Her head started to throb again.

After entering the Marquis' Mansion, what gave her the most headache was not that vixen, but the affairs of the household.

Before entering the Marquis' Mansion, she thought that becoming the mistress of the mansion would be a very glamorous and prestigious thing (as can be seen from the Yun family). However, after entering, she realized that being a mistress was not an easy thing.

Behind all the glory, there is always money to support it.

The mansion was just an empty shell, and there wasn't much money in the account office. But the daily expenses had to be paid without fail.

Xiahou Wenyuan played dumb and did not care about the money. He did not ask about it, and it was useless to ask.

Although Old Lady Xiahou, her aunt, said nice things, but on this matter, both mother and son were exactly the same, both pretending to be deaf and dumb.

She had no choice but to cut back on spending and skimp on various expenses to barely make ends meet.

But this made the servants complain and they started to do things carelessly.

Money, money, money, where can she get the money?

She is anxious!

He had to pace back and forth in Weilan Garden in a hurry, which made Xiahou Zixuan dizzy.

"Mother, you're walking around like this and it won't solve the problem. It's making me dizzy."

"Xuan'er, tell me, what should mother do? You are the chosen one, there must be a way."

Lu Meimei grabbed Xiahou Zixuan's thin arm like a life-saving straw, and because she was too excited, she hurt Xiahou Zixuan's small and tender arm.

She firmly believed that if Zixuan could help Zian, there must be a way for him to help her.

Xiahou Zixuan bared his teeth and twitched his body, pulling his arm out from Lu Meimei's clutches.

"What to do? Find someone to take over."

The Taker?!

As Lu Meimei muttered these words, a light flashed in her mind.

Yes! Miss Liu.

Xiahou Wenyuan sucked blood from Yun to support the Marquisate and her family. Now that Yun is gone, the position of the blood bag is just right to be filled by Miss Liu.

The Liu family had long been urging Zi'an and Liu Yunrong to get married.

It was because some time ago, Xiahou Wenyuan first welcomed her into the mansion, and then announced Zi'an's status as the legitimate son. As a result of all these miscellaneous things, the marriage was delayed.

After Zi'an was officially born as the legitimate son, Madam Liu even sent someone to ask about the wedding.

Now is the time to do this.

Right, right, let's do it. Just like we did with Yun before.

As long as Liu Yunrong came in, he would give her the power to manage the family. And he would follow his aunt's example and hide away to let Liu Yunrong clean up the mess.

Lu Meimei grabbed Xiahou Zixuan's arm again, "Xuan'er, you are really my mother's lucky star!"

This time, he kissed Xiahou Zixuan's tender face twice, which made Xiahou Zixuan feel sick and she quickly wiped her face with her sleeve.

……

In the royal palace, in the royal study.

"Li Deshun, look at Old Eleven, is he possessed by evil spirits?"

Emperor Dewu tugged at Li Deshun and asked quietly.

Just now, King Cheng asked to see him to report on his work. Emperor Dewu had something else to do, so he asked him to wait in the imperial study for a while.

But when he and Li Deshun returned to the imperial study, they saw King Cheng sitting on a chair, his chin in his hand, smiling, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Emperor Dewu did not disturb or wake him up, but sat at the desk and waited for him to come back to his senses naturally.

But he and Li Deshun had been waiting for a quarter of an hour, and King Cheng was still immersed in his own world, with a silly grin on his face.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, it doesn't seem like that. Otherwise, I will go and wake him up."

"Don't--"

Emperor Dewu waved his hand to stop him. The Eleventh Prince had been through too much hardship in the northern border in the past few years. It was not easy for him to have a good dream now, so let him stay in the good dream for a while longer.

Indeed, after returning from the Princess's residence, Prince Cheng had been wearing this perverted smile. Anyone could see that he was in love with someone and was extremely happy at the moment.

When a man becomes obsessed with women, especially an old man, it's like an old house on fire, there's no way to save it.

Yunzhai in the south of the city. He had silently mentioned this place in his mind thousands of times, and it had taken root and sprouted.

At this time, he was already planning how to pursue his goddess. This time, he must seize the opportunity and absolutely not allow himself to miss it again.

That girl, pure and bright like a white rose. He seemed to see her, still the same as she was in the Imperial Academy, walking towards him step by step against the light.

When he got closer, he took something out of his small schoolbag and handed it to him.

"Here, something delicious."