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

In the gloomy afternoon, the sunlight seemed to be stained by Nanny Wu's sneer, turning pale and weak.

She stepped forward with unquestionable cruelty in her movements. She kicked out with a ruthless kick, like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and suddenly kicked Xiao Cui's thin body away. Her mocking words were like ice piercing the bones: "She? Oh, in this world, is there anything she dare not step into the quagmire? I'm afraid even the abyss would be ashamed of it."

Xiao Cui staggered a few steps, then stood still in shock, her eyes full of confusion and helplessness, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Qin Suyu closed her eyes and concentrated, but her heart was in turmoil. She swore to herself, "When I return, I will unveil this hypocritical curtain and make you all repent and see your true colors!"

At that moment, her soul seemed to be cleansed by an invisible force. All her long-term planning and disguise were exposed in front of this woman, just like the brightest star in the night sky, finally revealing its true face after the dark clouds dispersed.

"Hurry up and pass on my order. Imprison this woman who is in a trance and acting abnormally in a dark secret room. No one is allowed to move without my personal permission, let alone let her take a single step out!"

Han Xiuniang's voice was cold and resolute. Every word she said was like ice, piercing through the air and striking people's hearts. It echoed in the empty hall, and Yuan Xiang's heart shattered bit by bit until it was on the verge of collapse.

"Yes, sir!" The servants responded immediately. Their speed and strict discipline were astonishing.

There was no warmth in their eyes, only absolute obedience to orders, as if they were a group of emotionless machines.

Qin Suyu struggled desperately, waving her hands in the air, her nails scratching the air, making sharp sounds, and her shrill cries were like the wail of a nightingale, but no one was willing to stop, let alone lend a helping hand.

"Don't touch me! Let go! I'm not crazy, why are you treating me like this!"

Her voice was filled with reluctance and despair, more like the only living soul in this dead silent mansion, making her final wail in the endless darkness, but only getting an even colder response.

In the end, she was forcibly dragged away by several strong servants. Her figure, which was moving farther and farther away, was like a lone boat swallowed by fate, disappearing at the end of the corridor, leaving behind only a series of mournful echoes and traces of struggle on the ground, telling of endless grievances.

Fang Rushuang gently patted the back of Han Xiuniang's hand, giving her silent comfort: "Don't worry, from now on, she will no longer be able to stir up trouble in my Qin family and disturb our peace."

Although there was a subtle harshness in her tone, it was more of a firmness and determination for the future of the family.

Han Xiuniang sighed softly, a trace of worry flashing across her brows: "Old Madam, if my husband knew about this, would he feel pity and blame me?"

Fang Rushuang smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with trust and pride in her son: "He has his own ideas and can distinguish right from wrong. At this moment, our Qin family should prioritize the health of our children and the prosperity of our family. Everything else is irrelevant."

"Thank you, old lady, for your insight."

Han Xiuniang was grateful and supported Fang Rushuang as she slowly walked into the backyard. Every step she took seemed so calm and solemn, as if every step was based on the blueprint for the family's future.

Along the way, the servants cast complicated glances at her and whispered in private, wondering whether Han Xiuniang's status was about to undergo a drastic change.

However, Han Xiuniang simply smiled indifferently at these rumors. In her mind, she only had careful planning and long-term layout for the family's future.

Qin Suyu was rudely thrown back into her boudoir, her body falling heavily on the cold ground. She sat down powerlessly, the resentment in her chest erupting like a volcano, hot and fierce.

Finally, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, like a blooming red rose, dyeing her clothes red and also reflecting her eyes red. It was a silent accusation against the injustice of fate and the last adherence to her self-dignity.

Oops!

She...she actually bent down weakly in that dim corner, a trace of bright red overflowing from her lips, like a withered petal falling into the dust, shocking to the sight.

Seeing this, Xiao Cui was horrified, her face pale as the last bit of snow in winter. She wanted to rush to Fang Rushuang's residence, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and every step was extremely heavy. Fear was like a cold snake, tightly wrapped around her heart, making her voice become fragmented: "Old lady...that...she...is vomiting blood and the situation is critical..."

"Shut up!"

Fang Rushuang's voice was like thunder in the cold winter wind. She slammed the table angrily, with unquestionable indignation in her majesty.

Her eyes were as cold as a knife, as if they could penetrate people's hearts and look directly into the darkness and indifference hidden deep inside. "She? Humph, she is just a poor creature whose mind is lost in the desire for power. How can her life and death be compared with ours?"

Xiao Cui was so frightened by this sudden anger that she trembled all over and almost fell to the ground. She quickly changed her words, her voice filled with tears: "It was my fault. Please forgive me, old lady. That...that terminally ill person, although of humble status, is also a living being. I beg you, old lady, to have mercy on me and call a doctor to treat her and give her a chance of survival."

Fang Rushuang sneered several times, her smile was full of coldness and determination. She gently stroked the jade on the table, and a barely perceptible cold light flashed across her eyes: "Healing? What in this world doesn't require a price? The luxury she enjoys is all the blood and sweat of others. Now that she is in trouble, how can it be worth my huge expense? If she really dies, it will save us a lot of trouble."

On the side, Han Xiuniang and the concubines heard this and were secretly delighted, as if they had seen the dawn of victory beckoning ahead.

They exchanged a knowing look with each other and prayed silently: Miss, we have already obtained some justice for you, and we would like to share this happiness with you.

After the meal, Han Xiuniang used the excuse of shopping to quietly leave this mansion full of calculations and conspiracies.

Although her steps were fast, each step seemed extremely firm, and she had already planned a deeper plan in her mind.

She walked quickly, through the bustling streets, and headed straight for Qin Suling's residence.

Qin Suling was putting on makeup in front of the mirror. Her beautiful face was reflected in the mirror, but she could not hide the worry between her brows.

Suddenly hearing the urgent summons from the palace, her heart tightened involuntarily as she worried about the safety of her family's shop.

However, when Han Xiuniang stepped into the house with a hint of "good news", the worry was instantly dispelled without a trace.

"She? Has she fallen to such a state?"

There was a flash of surprise in Qin Suling's eyes, followed by a slight sense of relief, but more of a sigh about the impermanence of the world.

Han Xiuniang shook her head slightly, with a hint of unwillingness in her tone: "No, this kind of punishment may only be a superficial pain for her. Even though she was imprisoned in a dark room, she still enjoyed the luxury of the past. Compared with the tricks she used on us and the aunts in the past, it is really too insignificant."

Qin Suling heard this, and worry appeared on her face again. She gently held the back of Han Xiuniang's hand and said earnestly: "Xiuniang, we need to stay awake at all times and not let personal grudges cloud our minds. In this mansion, protecting the safety of the concubines is the top priority. Let the past grudges go with the wind, we need to look forward and find our own bright path."

Han Xiuniang's eyes flashed with determination and unyielding light when she heard this. She nodded slightly to show her agreement: "Don't worry, young lady. I know what to do. You can rest assured and recuperate. I will handle the affairs of the mansion properly."

After saying this, she turned and left, her steps steady and resolute, each step seeming to declare to her fate.

No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, she will keep going forward, for herself and for those she cherishes.