Forced to die for his loyalty, he was reborn in the arms of the cold and cruel regent!

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of slapping rang out heavily.

Meng Yuehuan's voice stopped abruptly. She looked at Li Junfeng, who raised his hand high, in disbelief, her eyes red.

"Brother Junfeng, you, you hit me?"

This slap caught everyone by surprise.

Li Junfeng frowned and winked at her: "What nonsense are you talking about? She is your sister-in-law after all, you should apologize to her."

Although the amplitude was small, Shen Mengyao on the side saw it clearly!

The disappointment and pain that welled up in Meng Yuehuan's heart made her take a step back. She covered her slapped cheek, tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall. She looked deeply at Li Junfeng, then turned to apologize to Shen Mengyao: "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I just said too much, please forgive me."

She said this unwillingly, and when she saw Shen Mengyao nod slightly, she turned and left.

Zhu's sharp eyes swept over her, she gritted her teeth, turned and left.

Li Junfeng always felt that something was wrong with her recently. She was not as gentle as before, and she was completely satisfied with him.

He frowned and said, "Mengyao, you have changed. In the past, you always spared no effort to fulfill the things you promised me, but now regarding Meng Yuehuan's father's matter, don't you really have no solution at all?"

Shen Mengyao couldn't help but sneer deep in her heart.

Would she still work hard for this big family like before? Would she let them crawl on her like blood suckers, draining her blood and flesh and leaving her with hatred in her grave, while they would enjoy glory and wealth forever?

If she were to live her life again, she would never be so foolish as to be their stepping stone again, but now was not the time to tear each other apart. She turned her eyes and said tenderly, "Isn't it for you, my husband?"

Li Junfeng raised his eyebrows, looking surprised: "For me? Why do you say that?"

Shen Mengyao recalled the various court rumors that had circulated in her previous life, lowered her eyes and whispered, "I heard that corruption is often accompanied by forming cliques for personal gain. The emperor intends to use this as an introduction to find out who is on good terms with the Meng family. At the very least, he will block their path to success, and at the worst, he will be convicted of the same crime!"

"Really?" Li Junfeng was skeptical, but since it concerned him, and Shen Mengyao's words were sincere, he believed it a little and gently put his arm around her shoulders: "Madam, you worry about everything for me, it's really hard work."

The moment his hand rested on her shoulder, Shen Mengyao couldn't help feeling nauseous. She quietly avoided him and poured him a cup of tea.

"I hope my husband doesn't blame me."

She lowered her eyes to hide the disgust in them, but there was a hint of self-blame in her voice.

Li Junfeng took the tea, took a sip, and his eyes fell on Shen Mengyao's face. He saw that she looked haggard, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Mengyao, don't say that." He put down the teacup and said seriously, "I have seen everything you have done for me and this family, and I remember it in my heart. In the future, I will strive to give my wife a bright future."

Shen Mengyao raised her head and met Li Junfeng's affectionate gaze, but her heart was calm.

She actually believed such a false lie!

At night, Cuiwei came in and turned on the light. She lowered her voice and said, "Meng Yuehuan hasn't come back yet. Do you want to go look for her?"

"Forget it, let her be. Meng Tang will be exiled to the frontier in a few days. They have to have a talk between father and daughter." Shen Mengyao put down the teacup and flipped through the music score.

Cuiwei no longer thought about these things, and asked with a smile: "Madam, why do you want to turn over the piano score? Since marrying into the Li family, Madam has not played the piano much."

Shen Mengyao thought of herself in the boudoir, where she took care of the accounting and housekeeping, and occasionally practiced calligraphy and piano to cultivate her sentiments.

But since she married into the Li family, she had to take care of all the family affairs and was so busy that these hobbies were gradually neglected.

The little girl found the famous Raoliang from her dowry cage and brought it to the table: "Madam, I found the zither you asked me to look for."

She stretched out her delicate jade fingers and gently plucked the strings: "This zither was given to me by the Queen Mother."

"What a pity..." Cuiwei pursed her lips, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

Shen Mengyao didn't mind revealing the scar and helped her finish her words.

"It's a pity that I was so foolish and stubborn that I hurt the people who really cared about me."

As she spoke, she raised her slender white hands, and a series of notes flowed out from her fingertips, which were elegant and pleasant to the ears.

After playing half of the song, she held down the trembling strings and stopped playing: "The Queen Mother's Christmas is coming soon. You can find some things from my dowry to exchange for some money and buy some good gifts. The extravagant atmosphere in the mansion should also be rectified."

After saying that, she looked out the window with deep eyes. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on her fair face, making her even more beautiful.

The next day, she issued an order to start reducing the expenses in the mansion. Any large expenditure had to be approved by her before it could be deducted from the account.

Zhu thought Meng Yuehuan was in a bad mood, and wanted to use her own name to pay for her to go out for a walk, but she didn't expect the housekeeper to hold an abacus and said with lowered eyebrows: "Madam, Madam said that any large expenditure must be approved by her."

Upon hearing this, Zhu slammed the wooden table fiercely and said with gritted teeth, "This is outrageous. Do you really think you are the mistress of the house?"

After saying that, she went to Shen Mengyao's yard with gritted teeth.

Meng Yuehuan chased forward and exaggerated, "Aunt, how can this be possible? The mother-in-law needs the daughter-in-law's approval for her expenses. If this gets out, people will criticize her!"

This is what Zhu cares about most.

She broke into the yard, where Shen Mengyao was plucking the strings of her zither under a tree. The petals fell slowly in the wind. If no one had deliberately disturbed her, the years would have been peaceful!

Zhu's hoarse voice yelled, "Shen Mengyao, what do you mean? I am the wife of the Li family, and I still need your approval when I spend money?"

Shen Mengyao had actually expected this. She stopped what she was doing, looked at Zhu calmly, and said in a calm tone, "Mother-in-law, you misunderstood. I just want to regulate the expenses in the mansion. After all, we are tight now, and we can't be as extravagant as before."

When Zhu heard this, she was instantly furious and her eyes widened: "What do you mean by this? Are you blaming me for being too extravagant? I am the mistress of the Li family, so what's wrong with spending a little money? Are you so selfish? You have a mountain of gold, but you want to watch me, your mother-in-law, starve to death?"

Shen Mengyao sneered and said loudly: "The future is long, and there will be more mouths to feed in the mansion. We have to plan carefully. Even if we have a mountain of gold and silver, it will eventually run out. If my mother-in-law needs anything, Mengyao will not be stingy."

"You..." Zhu was so angry that she was shaking. She pointed at Shen Mengyao and said, "You woman, you are becoming more and more outrageous."