The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 8 Knowing My Goodness

Yun Qing couldn't help but laugh secretly when she saw his fussy look. Every time she saw him getting angry, she always wanted to tease him.

She reached out and tore open his collar, looking at his clear white jade pendant. There was no black energy entangled around it anymore, only purple energy that was even stronger than yesterday.

If he hadn't known that she had helped him exorcise the evil spirit from the jade pendant, he wouldn't have brought her back home and taken good care of her.

She leaned close to him, closed her eyes and inhaled the purple air surging from his body with a pleasant smell of ambergris, and said, "Now you know how good I am, right?"

Ye Jinchen froze for a moment, looking down at the girl approaching, the heat becoming harder to conceal. He immediately pushed her hand away, closed his collar, and frowned in disbelief: "I am not that kind of person, are you?"

What would it look like to rip his collar off in broad daylight?
Is she like this with other men?

"No way!" Yun Qing coughed because of him, turned his head away, leaned against the headboard, raised his chin slightly, and said: "Five thousand and fifty taels, not a cent less, send it to Sanshengtang."

As soon as she finished speaking, a stack of banknotes appeared in front of her.

Yun Qing raised the corner of his lips and took the banknote: "This is the sincerity I want."

She felt the thickness was not right, looked at the silver note with a face value of one thousand taels, counted it in disbelief, and found that there were ten of them: "Ten thousand taels?!"

"I have seen your magical power. I suspect there is a traitor in the palace. Please help me find him. After you succeed, you will get another 10,000 taels."

"King Ye is so generous!" Yun Qing's bright eyes became even brighter. He counted the banknotes again and again and said, "Deal!"

Zhenbeihou Mansion, hall.

Sheng Jintang was beaten up by Yun Qing last night and still has back pain. The bruises on his face and neck are covered with thick powder.

Today, she was wearing a dignified and elegant apricot pink embroidered dress. Enduring the pain in her legs, she slowly walked over with a cup of tea. She picked up the Ru porcelain teacup and respectfully handed it to the person on the rosewood chair: "Aunt, uncle, please have some tea."

For many years, she would get up early every day to make tea for the old lady and the marquis.

The hall today was not as lively as usual. It was very quiet and dull. Everyone's faces were gloomy and they looked at Sheng Jintang with disgust.

Madam Sheng's hair was neatly tied up. She asked the maid to take away the carved cane she was holding. She took the teacup, took a sip of tea, and said in a dull and hoarse voice, "Today's tea doesn't smell of jasmine."

"Hmph." A charming nasal sound snorted out. She was Sheng Yueying, the second daughter of the current Marquis Sheng Yukun. She was twelve years old and looked slender and agile. Her pretty face looked up with disdain, revealing the arrogance of being spoiled. "Grandmother, I'm afraid you forgot that there are no flowers in our Marquis Mansion. They were all destroyed by a stinky fox yesterday."

Sheng Jintang's heart suddenly sank, and his slender fingers pinched each other nervously.

"Hey, why did you pick any other flower? Why did you have to pick the jasmine that my grandmother likes the most..."

"Bang!" Upon hearing this, Madam Sheng lost interest in sipping tea and put the teacup back on the table.

Sheng Jintang was startled, and knelt down tactfully, saying, "Aunt, Jintang didn't mean it."

Seeing the old lady angry, Sheng Yueying sneered with glee: "No matter how many flowers you pick, it can't cover up your smell!" Beside Sheng Yueying, there was a girl in slightly simple clothes. It was Sheng Yueying's sister Sheng Qiuyao. She lowered her head, gently pulled her sister's sleeve, and whispered: "Don't say it..."

"I'm going to say it!" Sheng Yueying pushed away her sister's hand and raised her voice haughtily, "Originally, the marriage with Prince Ye was going well, and Prince Zhao just proposed to my sister. You just caused trouble yesterday, and today the Duke's Mansion came to cancel the engagement. It's fine if you don't have any luck, but now you want to ruin my sister's luck as well. When I reach the age of marriage in the future, will you still ruin me?"

Sheng Jintang's eyes were filled with tears. She tilted her head and said aggrievedly, "Third sister, I didn't mean to ruin Second sister's marriage."

Sheng Yueying quickly stepped forward and slapped her hard.

"Pah!" A clear and loud sound rang in his ears. Sheng Jintang covered his face with his hands, his aggrieved and resentful eyes filled with anger.

"How dare you glare at me!" Sheng Yueying glared at her even more fiercely and raised her hand to slap her again, but Sheng Qiuyao stepped forward to stop her.

Several people were arguing together, and Old Madam Sheng rubbed her temples with a headache, but did not stop them.

Perhaps she felt deep down that what happened yesterday was truly a disgrace to the Marquisate.

Sheng Yueying raised her hand but it was stopped in mid-air. She looked up and saw her father Sheng Yukun glaring at her. He pushed her away and shouted angrily, "Enough! How dare you, the daughter of a marquis, beat up your elder sister!"

"She's not my biological sister!" Sheng Yueying was fed up with Sheng Jintang always putting her down. She was obviously the second young lady, but her cousin still had to piggyback on her and her sister. As the eldest daughter of the marquis's mansion, she was extremely dissatisfied.

"Pa!" Sheng Yukun was furious. He raised his hand and slapped Sheng Yueying, saying, "Your uncle was brutally murdered. Jintang is your uncle's most precious daughter. As long as she lives, she will be the eldest daughter of this mansion and will always be your elder sister!"

Sheng Jintang lowered his head, sniffed and sobbed, but he was secretly delighted in his heart.

Sheng Yukun respects his brother Sheng Yuting very much. Even though he doesn't like Sheng Jintang that much, he has defended her like this more than once.

In the past, she was always terrified, afraid of being exposed, but today was different. Now she was the real Sheng Jintang, Sheng Yukun’s niece.

Sheng Yueying burst into tears: "Daddy is partial! Daddy is always partial like this!"

"It's so noisy!" Old Madam Sheng finally spoke, frowning and glaring at Sheng Jintang and Sheng Yueying.

Hearing the old lady speak, Sheng Yueying lost her temper, lowered her head and knelt down in fear.

Madam Sheng waved her hands irritably and said, "What's this? You two, go to the ancestral hall and kneel down as punishment!" She stood up, leaning on her cane, glanced at Sheng Yukun, and said, "Yukun, come here."

Sheng Yuting lowered his head and followed her to the side hall.

Looking at Sheng Yukun, Madam Sheng sighed heavily and said, "No matter how much you respect your brother, Jintang is not your own child after all. Why do you have to protect her like this?"

Sheng Yukun lowered his head and said, "Mother, you should know that if my brother hadn't passed away, how could I be qualified to become the Marquis of Zhenbei? My brother never treated me badly when he was alive, but he died so tragically. Jintang was left alone at a young age. She is the eldest daughter of this mansion. If she is wronged, how do you want me to explain to my brother in heaven..."

Hearing this, Madam Sheng shook her head and said, "Although Yu Ting's mother treats me well and Yu Ting respects me very much, but...but you have done enough for Sheng Yu Ting!"

(End of this chapter)