After rebirth, I became a national teacher

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Dongxue still standing outside, her eyes were red, and her face was filled with fear and despair that could not be hidden.

It seemed as if he wanted to say something to her, but couldn't open his mouth.

It seems that he already knows his fate.

Chen Qingzhu ignored it.

Why bother talking to a dying person?

As they were all born as servants, she could understand Dongxue's choice. It was simply that it was difficult to disobey the master's order. Moreover, if she did that thing well, it would have better prospects than following her, an unpopular concubine.

But this does not mean that she will forgive or even help the person who once killed her.

The Marquis of Jingnan’s Mansion in Nandu was not very big, and it only took half a quarter of an hour to walk to the main courtyard.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw two children around six or seven years old who looked 50% similar standing in the courtyard.

One of the boys was wearing a rabbit fur cloak and a golden jade crown on his head. He looked like a nobleman, and his face also revealed a bit of the usual reserve and impatience of nobles.

The girl was thinner, with two buns tied up in a bun, decorated with only ordinary velvet flowers. Although her cotton jacket was made of satin, it was washed white.

Although they are brother and sister, when they stand together they look like a young master and his maid.

Unlike the boy who looked impatient, the girl kept looking outside with an anxious expression.

As soon as she saw Chen Qingzhu, she immediately ran towards him like a young swallow flying into the forest.

Chen Qingzhu's heart suddenly trembled.

Rong Niang!

She restrained herself tightly and did not hug the little person in front of her tightly.

Even so, the voice softened unconsciously.

"It's so cold, why is Miss Three standing in the yard?"

Pei Xiao, Marquis of Jingnan, is a man who values ​​rules very much, and his concubines have no right to call their children by their names.

The seven-year-old Rong Niang inherited Chen Qingzhu's good looks. She was as delicate and fair as a fairy in a painting, but she was a little thin and had a pointed chin, which made people feel very distressed.

At this moment, her black grape-like eyes were filled with worry:

"Aunt, is your headache better? Have you seen a doctor?" He then handed her his hand warmer and said, "Aunt, your hands are so cold, please warm them up."

The ice in Chen Qingzhu's heart melted instantly. Although her Rong Niang could not call her mother, she was the person who cared about her the most in the world.

Knowing that she was tortured in her previous life, Rong Niang was not afraid of being despised at all. She tried her best to plead for mercy in front of Jingnan Hou every day. After she was beaten to death with sticks, Rong Niang also fell seriously ill.

If she were to live again in this life, she would never make Rong Niang so sad again.

"It will be fine after a day of rest, Miss San. Don't worry. You can use the hand warmer yourself. It's windy outside, so go back to the house."

Rong Niang obediently walked towards the west wing, but did not go in. She kept watching her at the door.

Although she was young, she was very sensible. She heard that her stepmother was angry yesterday because her biological mother did not go to the kitchen to make breakfast, and she was very worried that her biological mother would be punished.

Chen Qingzhu knew that this was not a good time to talk about the mother-daughter relationship. Before she had enough ability to protect herself, she could not keep Rong Niang by her side, nor could she show too much attention to Rong Niang, which would be harmful to both of them.

After retracting his gaze, Chen Qingzhu's eyes fell on the boy in front of him.

This is her son Xuan Ge'er.

"How come the Second Young Master has time to come to the backyard today? Is the academy closed for the holiday?"

Pei Xuan nodded coldly and said condescendingly:

"I heard that Aunt Chen is ill. It's cold in winter, so you should take care of yourself."

The sun really rises in the west.

Her son had always wanted to cut off all ties with her, but today he took the initiative to care about her.

However, considering what is going to happen today, it is not difficult to analyze who instructed him to appear here and do this.

She wasn't sad.

After all, after she died in her previous life, this son did not shed a single tear for her. Instead, he happily said to the nanny who served him in private:

"Now mother should be relieved to keep me in her name. From now on, I will be the legitimate son!"

When his sister Rongniang was forcibly tied up and sent to the Grand Tutor as a concubine, he not only did not think about helping his sister escape from the clutches of the devil, but instead advised Rongniang:

"Sister, you are so beautiful, it would be a waste to marry a bastard or a man from a small family. It is better for you to serve the Grand Tutor well and strive to become his favorite. This will also be of great benefit to my future."

From then on, her heart towards her son had turned cold.

Said politely:

"Thank you for your concern, Second Young Master. Madam has something to ask me, so I will go first."

As he said this, he strode towards the main hall.

As soon as I walked to the corridor, I saw Qingliu, the maidservant beside the lady, standing there waiting.

As soon as she saw her, her pretty face showed gloating:

"Oh, our pampered Aunt Chen is here! In order to appease the Madam's anger, she even invited the Second Young Master to come. Unfortunately, the Second Young Master is devoted to honoring the Madam and will not plead for your humble birth mother!"

Seeing her behavior, Chen Qingzhu found it ridiculous. Being a concubine was like entering a fire pit, and yet there were people rushing to jump into it.

Those who didn't jump in will make things difficult for those who were forced to jump in.

In the past, she had been walking on thin ice in the mansion, fearing that the mistress would be jealous of her and make things difficult for her because of her past favor and her two children. Naturally, she did not dare to offend the maidservant around the mistress, and even had to humble herself and try to please her to prevent her from saying bad things about her in front of the mistress.

Now, this kind of clown is not worth her any more words.

Without even glancing at Qingliu, Chen Qingzhu walked straight into the house, not caring how her face was distorted with anger behind her.

When I opened the heavy curtain, a warm and fragrant air hit me in the face.

As the mistress of the Marquis's mansion, the lady's room is naturally furnished in a way that no one else can match.

In winter, not only is there enough smokeless silver charcoal burning, but the exquisite enamel incense burner is also filled with wisps of smoke and expensive spices.

As soon as I entered the room, I ran into Aunt Liu who was beside the lady.

She was about forty years old, wearing a fine silk cotton gown, a gold hairpin on her head, and a plump figure, more respectable than the average wealthy wife.

Seeing Chen Qingzhu, he glanced at him with the corner of his eye and said indifferently:

"Aunt Chen is here to pay her respects to Madam. Please come in."

Chen Qingzhu found it ironic. It was clearly them who asked Dongxue to call her here, but they still had to act like this to cover it up.

Yes, after all, what I am about to say is shameful.

Chen Qingzhu was very familiar with the bedroom of the wife of Marquis Jingnan. He turned to the right and entered the small hall for receiving regular guests.

Mrs. Zhang, the wife of Marquis Jingnan, was seen leisurely leaning on the small kang by the window, slowly drinking the beauty-enhancing scented tea specially prepared by the doctor.

She was only in her twenties and took great care of herself. Her face was as beautiful as peach blossoms in March. She wore a lustrous and moving brocade dress, a golden lotus crown with several sparkling rubies on her head, and a ruby ​​necklace around her neck that matched the crown. She exuded wealth and luxury, like a fairy concubine.

The second wife of Marquis Jingnan was ten years younger than Marquis Jingnan. Although she had no children, she was quite capable. Not only did she defeat all the concubines in the backyard, but she also won over Marquis Jingnan so that he loved and trusted her very much.

As soon as he saw her, Chen Qingzhu recalled the tragic deaths of himself and his daughter in their previous lives.

The torture for seven days and seven nights, the agony of being unable to die, the fear and despair of being beaten to death, the anger and heartache of seeing Rong Niang tortured to death, all emerged clearly in an instant and turned into a burning flame of hatred.

Silently reciting the Heart Purification Technique, she tried hard to suppress the hatred in her heart.

"Greetings, madam."

She casually knelt down and bowed slightly, then stood up without waiting for her to call her.

Zhang's beautiful eyes suddenly turned sharp. She looked Chen Qingzhu up and down for a long time before she said with a hint of sarcasm:

"People say that Aunt Chen became arrogant because Xuan-ge was praised by the Marquis. I didn't believe it at first, but I underestimated Aunt Chen's ambition."

Chen Qingzhu raised a polite smile and said, "I don't deserve your praise, Madam."

Who is praising you? Lady Jingnan wanted to roll her eyes speechlessly. However, she did not want to argue with a lowly maid, so she said directly in her usual arrogant tone:

"Ms. Chen, do you know why I called you here today?"

Chen Qingzhu didn't want to waste time pretending to be nice, so he smiled and said nonchalantly:

"How could I not know? The Marquis discovered that Madam had poisoned the young master, and he was anxious to ask me to take the blame."

Pei Jin, the eldest son of the Marquis's family and the eldest son born to the previous wife, suddenly had hand tremors and could not hold a pen a few days ago. The palace doctor could not find the cause, so Marquis Jingnan sent a note to call the imperial physician, who then found out that it was chronic poisoning.

Now his limbs are deeply affected by the poison and will gradually and irreversibly atrophy until he becomes a useless person.

When Zhang heard this, her breathing stopped.

Chen Qingzhu's simple words disrupted all her previous assumptions.