After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

The Second Madam's words were like an ice blade in the cold winter wind, cutting through the air without a trace of warmth. She coldly interrupted Aunt Xu's unfinished words: "If Qi Qiyuan really had such deep feelings for Xiao Cui, how could you have fallen to such a state, with no one paying attention to you? In the final analysis, it's just that you acted eccentrically, and you reaped the consequences. You can't blame others at all."

After she finished speaking, a hint of contempt appeared at the corner of her mouth, and that look seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, seeing clearly the calculations and plots in Aunt Xu's heart.

When Aunt Xu heard this, her face turned as pale and lifeless as an eggplant hit by frost.

She knew very well that the reality before her was as solid as a rock and no matter how she struggled, she could not change it.

Therefore, she could only grit her teeth and turn her resentment and anger into silent acceptance. She secretly planned in her heart, trying to use Xiao Cui's place in Qi Qiyuan's heart to find a chance to turn things around.

The second lady's eyes were deep and cold, as if she could see through all the vanity in the world.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, and gently stroked the jewel-studded nail covers with her fingertips. Every delicate touch seemed to be a reflection of her calm inner state, but it also inadvertently revealed a hint of subtle worry.

Seeing this, Madam Xu's face changed slightly, and then she knelt down, her forehead pressed tightly against the ground, and her voice was filled with awe and submission: "Second Madam's teachings are what I will remember in my heart, and I will not dare to slack off in the slightest."

The second lady sighed softly, and in that sigh there was both impatience and a bit of unspeakable worry.

She slowly raised her hand, as if to wipe away the faint sadness in her heart: "Forget it, you can go now, each of you should do your own duty and don't cause any more trouble."

After saying that, she thought to herself that Qin Suling, who seemed gentle and weak, was actually very cautious and scheming, and she could actually make Qi Qiyuan disregard the old rules and look at her differently.

The Duke's dependence on Qi Qiyuan is deepening. Who can predict whether the future of the Qi family will fall into the hands of this new favorite?

Thinking of this, the second wife couldn't help but clench her hands into fists, and her knuckles turned white from the force.

She had worked hard for many years to gain her current status and power, so how could she give it up so easily?

So, she straightened her back and walked out the door with firm steps, leaving only a few words indifferently: "Let's go and see the eldest lady. It's been a long time since we last talked about the past."

In another corner of the Qi Mansion, Aunt Zhao's mood was like the fallen leaves in autumn, helpless and unable to settle down.

She looked out the closed door with anticipation, her eyes revealing both a desire for love and anxiety about the future.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and every passing second felt like a heavy burden weighing on her heart.

Finally, the door opened gently, only to see the maid returning with an embarrassed look on her face.

Aunt Zhao stood up suddenly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice: "General... has he ever been here?"

The maid bowed her head and said nothing, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Auntie, the general said that if you are not feeling well, you should ask a doctor to treat you. He is not a doctor, so I am afraid he will not be able to relieve your pain."

Aunt Zhao turned pale as paper when she heard this, and murmured to herself, "He... doesn't want to see me?"

Seeing this, the maid rushed forward to comfort her: "Auntie, the general and his wife are newlyweds, and perhaps he did this to save his wife's face. Don't take it to heart, it's more important to take good care of your health."

Aunt Zhao's eyes were red and she felt mixed emotions.

She feels disappointed and unwilling about Qi Qiyuan's cold attitude, but also has the persistence and perseverance in her deep affection for him.

Just as she was immersed in complicated emotions, Aunt Yue from the east wing walked in slowly, holding a heater in her hand, with a beautiful smile but a hidden edge.

Aunt Yue saw that Aunt Zhao's tears were still wet, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips: "Sister, how can you still be so naive? Isn't it humiliating to send someone to compete for the young mistress' favor? Don't forget the rules of this mansion."

As soon as Aunt Zhao saw Aunt Yue, she felt disgusted and responded coldly: "Aunt Yue, what are you doing here? If you have nothing to do, please go back." After that, she turned around and was about to leave, not wanting to get entangled with this hypocritical person any longer.

Aunt Yue walked into the room, her steps light and firm, and every step seemed to step on the ripples in Aunt Zhao's heart. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, piercing through the flickering shadows of the candlelight and reaching deep into Aunt Zhao's soul, as if she could see through those hidden secrets and desires.

"Of course I came to visit my sister, to see if she was okay, and I had nothing else to do."

Her words are gentle but have an edge that cannot be ignored, and her tone implies the wisdom accumulated over the years and her understanding of the world.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao's cheeks turned red involuntarily. The blush was particularly dazzling in the dim candlelight, just like the unspeakable embarrassment and shame in her heart.

She forced herself to remain calm, and raised a bitter smile, trying to hide her panic of being exposed: "When have I ever done such a thing? It's just that I haven't been feeling well recently, and I want to ask the general for some care."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Yue let out a meaningful chuckle. The laugh was crisp and pleasant, but like icicles in the cold winter wind, it carried a chill and sharpness that could not be ignored.

"Sister, you and I are both members of this mansion, and we have our own accounts in our hearts. How can the favor of this mansion be easily seized by a weak willow? If you really care about the general, you should understand that deep love will not last long, and extreme wisdom will hurt. Letting go at the right time is a great wisdom."

After she finished speaking, Aunt Yue moved lightly with her skirt swaying in the wind, like a butterfly dancing in the spring. She left the room with a faint fragrance and unfinished words, and then left gracefully.

Aunt Zhao looked at the figure gradually disappearing into the distance, feeling mixed emotions, including the bitterness of being seen through and the struggle of unwillingness.

She silently chewed on the bitterness caused by love, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, including nostalgia for the past and confusion about the future.

Aunt Yue walked out of the room, feeling secretly proud in her heart. The contempt and complacency intertwined into a complex emotion, which turned into a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

She knew Aunt Zhao's thoughts very well. In her eyes, those self-righteous tricks were nothing more than the tricks of a clown, which she had already seen through one by one.

However, she did not point it out, but just waited quietly for Aunt Zhao to wake up on her own.

"younger sister,"

Aunt Yue's voice sounded again, as gentle as the warm sunshine in spring. She turned around, a deep smile on her lips, "I am willing to put aside the past grudges with you and plan for the future together. Although the madam has a prominent position, the issue of offspring is the top priority in the mansion. Only by joining forces can we find a safe place in this mansion."

When Aunt Zhao heard this, her expression changed slightly and complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

She was silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons, and finally chose to be cautious.

She did not respond immediately, but lowered her eyes to hide the turmoil in her heart.

Seeing this, Aunt Yue did not force it. She just left with a meaningful smile.

Aunt Zhao was the only one left in the empty house.

She sat quietly by the bed, looking at the bright moon hanging high outside the window, with endless thoughts surging in her heart.

Tears slid silently, soaking the clothes, but they could not wash away the bitterness and struggle caused by love.

In the dead of night, she finally understood that in this deep mansion, only by being self-reliant and strong could she have a chance of survival.