A wicked mother swaps her son and sucks his blood? The true legitimate daughter is reborn and goes o

Su Ling's provocation carried a hint of disdain.

She wished she could tell this man surnamed Cui that once Young Master Meng returned and the Meng family's affairs were settled, Xie Yunli, the Prince of Li, might not even be able to keep his current wealth and status.

The marriage she prays for today will certainly not be happy.

But I can't say it yet!

She knew that since the matter was not yet settled, she couldn't be too ostentatious, and she couldn't reveal even a little bit of it.

But she still couldn't resist just now.

That day at Prince Li's mansion, she lost so much face that her eagerness to regain it overwhelmed her reason.

Su Ling seemed determined to prove something. Seeing Miss Cui turn to leave, seemingly ignoring her, Su Ling realized that her earlier provocation was like punching cotton.

This action further fueled Su Ling's anger.

She stepped forward and grabbed Miss Cui's wrist. "What? Miss Cui, are you afraid to compete with me? Leaving means you're admitting defeat?"

The pain in her wrist made Cui Xinlan frown.

Having witnessed Su Ling's wickedness and despicable nature at Prince Li's residence that day, she disdained to deal with her.

Moreover...

To compete? To admit defeat?

Her parents taught her that women in this world are diverse and each has their own strengths, and that she only needs to focus on herself and has no need to compare herself with anyone else.

But this Miss Su in front of her seemed determined to hold her back!

"Miss Su sincerely seeks a good marriage and wants this auspicious fortune slip. Take it, and the City God will surely grant your wish," Cui Xinlan said with a smile.

Her smile was elegant and refreshing.

But in Su Ling's eyes, it was particularly glaring.

The desire to outdo this guy surnamed Cui grew stronger.

"I am different from you. The City God will naturally grant my wish. You will marry into the Prince Li's family, and I will marry into the Duke Meng's family. The Duke Meng's family is the maternal family of Empress Dowager Meng, and the men of the Meng family are no less than Xie Yunli! Besides, in the future..."

Su Ling stopped speaking here, paused, raised her chin, and said smugly, "In short, even if you don't want to admit it, you'll still lose!"

The Duke of Meng's Mansion?

Cui Xinlan was somewhat surprised.

The Meng family had strict family rules, and men throughout the generations only married wives and did not take concubines or keep mistresses.

In the previous generation of the Meng family, all the brothers had already married.

Is Su Ling going to marry into the Meng family?

Cui Xinlan frowned, but did not reveal any of her doubts.

Su Ling took her frown as dissatisfaction with her gaining the upper hand, and a sense of smugness finally surfaced in her heart.

"Miss Cui, we will meet again, then..." Su Ling raised an eyebrow.

At that time, she would personally go to Prince Li's residence to settle accounts with Xie Rou'an for the fifty strokes of the cane that day, and also make this future Princess Li understand the meaning of every word she said today.

Su Ling released Cui Xinlan's hand.

Having gained her freedom, Cui Xinlan didn't want to stay a moment longer.

She always felt that Su Ling had an evil aura about her and that she should stay away from her.

Cui Xinlan turned and left, her mind still replaying Su Ling's words about marrying into the Meng family.

Not only her, but the maid beside her was also full of doubts.

"Strange, Miss. She says she wants to marry into the Meng family, but all the masters in the Meng family are already married, and even the youngest, Minister Meng, is not young! Which master's concubine does she want to be?"

The patriarchs of the Meng family were all known for their love of their wives.

Why would he take a concubine?

"Shh..."

Cui Xinlan also felt that something was unusual, so she gestured for the maid to be quiet.

However, Su Ling overheard what the maid said.

"What concubine?" Su Ling's face darkened. She strode forward, blocking the two of them again, and corrected them, "I want to marry Young Master Meng!"

Young Master Meng?

The Meng family has few descendants in this generation.

Duke Meng and Lady Anguo had no children, only the young master Yushu, born to Vice Minister Meng and Lady Meng the Seventh, who was still young in the capital.

But he's not old enough to get married yet.

"What Young Master Meng?!" The maid looked at Su Ling as if she were crazy.

"Young Master Meng, he..."

"Miss Su, the City God will surely grant your wish." Seeing that Su Ling was about to pester her again, Cui Xinlan hurriedly interrupted her, then pulled her maid and tried to leave again as if avoiding flies.

"Miss, has she gone mad? What Young Master Meng? She's dreaming..."

"Stop talking."

As Cui Xinlan walked, she interrupted the maid's words.

She didn't care who Su Ling was going to marry, but she felt more and more that Su Ling was dark and evil, and she should get away from her as soon as possible.

Su Ling still wouldn't let them leave!

The maid said she was crazy? That she was dreaming! And she even said, "Where is this Young Master Meng?!"

Absolutely outrageous!

Su Ling vowed to teach the maid a lesson and make her admit her mistake.

She quickened her pace and arrived in front of the master and servant again. She raised her hand and slapped the maid across the face.

With a loud bang, it immediately attracted a large crowd.

"Miss Su, you..." Even with her good temper, Cui Xinlan was getting angry.

Several finger marks appeared on the maid's face in an instant.

"What about me? She's ignorant and doesn't know Young Master Meng. She said I was dreaming and that I was crazy. She deserves to be beaten and taught a lesson!" Su Ling said arrogantly.

The maid covered her face, feeling indignant.

Gritting her teeth, she said with aggrieved resentment, "In this generation of the Meng family, only Young Master Yushu is still in the capital, and he's only nine years old. You're saying you want to marry Young Master Meng, are you going to marry a nine-year-old child?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Looking at the pilgrims gathering around, she said, "Tell me, she's not crazy!"

The pilgrims all agreed with what the maid said.

"Who gets married at nine? She's definitely insane!"

"Yes, so young, and yet he's a madman. It's pathetic..."

Su Ling was somewhat bewildered, and sternly corrected him, "I'm not marrying some nine-year-old child, but a young master, in his twenties, the son of the Duke of Meng's mansion..."

"What young master in his twenties does the Duke of Meng's mansion have?"

"Looks like he's gone pretty crazy..."

"Young lady, the Duke of Meng's mansion doesn't have any young masters in their twenties. You'd better stop dreaming..."

The sounds gradually grew like a curse.

Su Ling's mind went completely blank.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Cui Xinlan grabbed her maid and hurriedly left.

Soon, the pilgrims around her dispersed, leaving Su Ling standing alone, her mind still replaying the words of those people.

She didn't believe anyone who said there was no "Young Master Meng".

But since everyone said there was no "Young Master Meng," even if she didn't want to believe it, she couldn't help but have some doubts.

If there really wasn't a "Young Master Meng"...

"No, it won't happen." Su Ling shook her head.

As if trying to prove something, she staggered out of the City God Temple and headed straight for the Duke of Meng's mansion.

She had visited the Duke of Meng's mansion once, secretly inquiring about "Young Master Meng," and found out that such a person did indeed exist.

This time, however, she grabbed the gatekeeper by the collar and asked, "Where is your young master? I'm looking for your young master in his twenties!"

The gatekeeper looked at her like she was an idiot. "What, a young master in his twenties?"

"We don't have any young masters in their twenties in our household. You've come to the wrong place!"

The doorman pushed her away.

Su Ling slumped to the ground in a disheveled state, a chill running through her heart.

Thinking back to that "Young Master Meng," he had never mentioned his name to her.

Is he really a fake?

"How could this be? How could this be?" Su Ling murmured, her eyes contorted with rage.

Suddenly it occurred to me, what was his purpose in faking his identity and getting close to me?