Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"I will write to the main branch of the Xiao family and the Marquis's residence in the capital to remove Xiao Qingzhi from the Xiao family genealogy. I also ask the elders and uncles to affix their seals."

"Mother, I am your eldest son!!"

Cui Yao took a deep breath, walked up to Xiao Qingzhi, and placed her hand on his head. Xiao Qingzhi relaxed, knowing that his mother was reluctant to part with him and was just trying to scare him. He was just going to persevere a little longer and he would be able to marry Yan'er into the family in a proper and respectable way.

"Qingzhi, we were mother and son, and I can't bear to see you wandering the streets. The Xiao family has nothing to do with you anymore. I will set aside a manor and a shop from my dowry to support you. Since then, our mother-son relationship has ended!" Cui Yao withdrew her hand, her body stiffened, and walked straight out of the ancestral hall, collapsing into the arms of a servant.

"Madam, please summon a doctor, call the family physician." A chaotic sound came from outside; the people who were just in the ancestral hall had all left in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Qingzhi suddenly felt a chill. He looked up at the ancestral tablets above him. The smell of incense was a bit pungent. As the eldest son and the leader of his generation, he had never felt that the incense was pungent.

He slowly walked out of the ancestral hall. The old servant guarding the hall closed the door behind him. Xiao Qingzhi turned around abruptly. The tightly closed door blocked all the ancestral tablets in the room, and his heart suddenly panicked.

The entire Xiao mansion resumed normal operations due to the madam's fainting spell. For the time being, no one paid attention to Xiao Qingzhi. He walked to his courtyard in a daze. The breakfast he had overturned that morning had been cleaned up by the servants, but there were still dirty marks left on the lichen.

This lichen is woven using a unique method of the Wang family. Xiao Qingzhi's eyes were filled with resentment and venom. It was all Wang Caihe's fault, that poisonous woman, who must have bewitched her mother.

"Wang Caihe, come out here, you bitch, get out here!"

Inside the room, Wang Caihe had already sent the letter to her father. Now, she stood in the courtyard looking at the lush plum tree. After the two families got engaged, Xiao Qingzhi heard that she liked plum blossoms, so he specially asked someone to dig up an old plum tree from another family and plant it in the courtyard.

At that time, the twelve-year-old felt sweet and at ease. Marriage between prominent families was a union of two surnames, and it was important to be well-matched in terms of social status and age. If the elders had approved of the marriage and the woman was well-educated and articulate, the marriage could be arranged. However, if her future husband was willing to put in more effort for her, the two of them could develop a stronger bond. She was marrying into the Xiao family, which was considered a step up for her, and she felt a little uneasy.

Who knew that things would change? In just a few years, Xiao Qingzhi's heart was set on someone else. When she married into the Xiao family at the age of 17, the two had a period of harmonious marriage. Not long after, Zhou Yan appeared. This orphaned girl from an ordinary merchant family had lived in her uncle's house since childhood. With her pitiful appearance and weak and easily bullied background, she gradually bewitched Xiao Qingzhi, making him fall for her, oppose his family for her sake, and despise his first wife.

"Wang Caihe, you poisonous woman, don't think that you'll get away with anything just because you've bewitched Mother!" Xiao Qingzhi barged in, her face flushed.

The servants who accompanied Wang's family as part of her dowry nervously shielded their masters behind them.

Wang Caihe knew that a few women and children could not stop Xiao Qingzhi, who had practiced martial arts since childhood. She touched her neck with her hand, where the bruises from his pinching that morning remained.

"Xiao Qingzhi, the princess has already granted me permission to divorce and return home. What more do you want?"

"Hahaha, I knew it, Mother would grant my wish." Xiao Qingzhi was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. He thought to himself, since he was a child, his mother had always doted on him the most, and his father had also placed high hopes on his eldest son. How could he suddenly be expelled from the family genealogy?

So that's how it was done—to quell the Wang family's anger and to silence the gossip!

"I'll give you the divorce papers right now. Pack your bags and get going. For the sake of our marriage, don't stay and upset Yan'er."

Xiao Qingzhi entered the study in a cheerful mood, picked up the pen that Wang Caihe had just used, and began to write a letter of divorce. After finishing, he stamped it with his personal seal, blew on the ink to dry it, and handed it to Wang Caihe, who was still standing under the plum tree.

"Take it. In the future, we will have no connection with each other after marriage. If you see her, please pretend you don't know her. Yan'er is introverted and will only cry secretly when she is sad. I can't let her be sad. However, the chances of seeing her are not high. Even if she is a girl from a noble family, her second marriage is a lower-class marriage. She will not be able to integrate into the same social class as our Marshal's Mansion."

Wang Caihe looked down at the divorce agreement. The brushstrokes were fluid and powerful. Xiao Qingzhi's calligraphy was clearly the result of hard work. When she was a young girl in love, she had secretly tried to copy his calligraphy, but at the time she felt that she couldn't capture the feeling. Now, however, she saw that the ending strokes of each character were inward, giving the impression of a retreating momentum. A truly good piece of calligraphy should have a continuous flow and connected brushstrokes. While his calligraphy looked good on its own, each character was broken, revealing an ominous sign.

His handwriting reflects his character; he was narrow-minded and had a limited perspective. I was truly blind back then; how could I have thought his handwriting was good?

"You should leave as soon as possible. I'm going to see Yan'er. In a few days, once Mother's anger has subsided, I'm going to tear down and rebuild this courtyard."

Xiao Qingzhi left triumphantly, and even went to the study in the front yard to change his clothes.

"Let's go, Xiao Wu, to Qianmen Street."

"Young Master, Madam has fainted. You should leave at this time," the servant said hesitantly.

Xiao Qingzhi hesitated for a moment: "Mother has a lot of servants around her, as well as my second brother and younger sister. Yan'er was frightened yesterday, so I have to go and comfort her. I'll be back later to take care of Mother."

Another servant stepped forward: "Young Master, ignore him. How dare a servant question his master's decision? Miss Zhou is right. As servants, we should put our masters first. I'll accompany you. Miss Zhou likes the sugar-oil cakes from that pastry shop in the south of the city. I'll go with you to buy the cakes first and then go see Miss Zhou. She will surely be happy."

"Yes." Xiao Qingzhi agreed, then glanced at Xiao Wu, who had been chosen by her father to be by her side since childhood: "Since you are so worried about my mother, as her person, you should kneel outside her courtyard in my place."

Xiao Wu lowered his head and obediently responded.

Xiao Qingzhi hurriedly led another servant out of the Xiao family gate, never expecting that he would no longer be able to enter the Marshal's Mansion whenever he wanted.

Xiao Wu was no longer young, so he naturally couldn't freely enter and leave the inner courtyard. He also had no intention of kneeling outside the madam's courtyard. He was just a servant; how could he be worthy to plead guilty on behalf of his master?

He went to the training ground in the manor and knelt at Master Wu's feet: "Master, Xiao Wu doesn't want to leave with the eldest young master. Xiao Wu wants to go to the army camp."

Master Wu had just finished practicing a set of spear techniques, and sweat was streaming down his forehead. He looked down at Xiao Wu and saw only a neat and orderly head.