My husband faked his death so I could remarry, but I got involved with my crazy brother and can'

Upon hearing this, Lady Wei stormed off.

Su Zhirou stood there stunned, covering her face, completely dumbfounded.

What does this mean?

Didn't you just say you were going to back me up?

What exactly did that bitch do?

Su Zhirou returned to Luomei Courtyard in a huff.

Dong Rong finally returned. She glanced at Dong Xue and said, "Dong Xue, go and make a pot of tea."

"Yes."

Dongxue did as she was told, and turned to leave the room.

Dong Rong closed the door before slowly speaking, "Madam, I have already informed the Second Young Master about this matter. He asked me to pass on a message to you, requesting that you make an opportunity to visit him."

Su Zhirou frowned: "What is it that requires me to go personally?"

Their situation is urgent; they should absolutely avoid meeting each other.

If we meet and it gets exposed, what should we do?

"This servant thinks that the Second Young Master misses you. Besides, there are some things the Second Young Master probably doesn't trust this servant with," Dong Rong explained.

Thinking of the humiliation she suffered that day, Su Zhirou nodded: "Fine, I'll find an opportunity to go there. I'll behave myself for the next few days and not provoke that person."

My face is still burning with pain.

Dongrong, with her sharp eyes, noticed the injury on her young mistress's face and felt a pang of heartache: "Miss, what happened to your face? Did the eldest young lady hit you?"

"If she hit me, that would be great; I could even label her a shrew."

Su Zhirou's lips curled into a bitter smile: "This was done by my mother-in-law..."

Her voice was low and mournful; she sounded incredibly sad.

She's only been in the household for less than two months and she's already been slapped by her mother-in-law. What good days will she have in the future?

If this gets out, I'm afraid it will make us a laughing stock.

"How could the old lady treat the lady like this?" Dongrong asked, her voice tinged with both heartache and surprise. "This servant will go and boil some eggs right away..."

"No need, come with me to my parents' home tomorrow."

Dong Rong understood Su Zhirou's meaning almost immediately and nodded gently.

The next morning, Su Zhirou hitched up a carriage from the Duke's mansion to return home.

Sitting in the Marquis's carriage, Su Zhirou felt bitter.

When she came out, Lady Wei specifically sent someone to tell her to go back early, as she would need a carriage in the afternoon.

If it were before, she would have had her own carriage, why would she have to suffer like this?

I had originally planned to have lunch at the Marquis's residence before leaving, but now I have to hurry back.

"Madam, we still have the Second Young Master. Even if things go wrong, we still have the Crown Prince behind us. The Second Madam won't be arrogant for long," Dong Rong comforted her.

"Um."

Su Zhirou responded with a blank stare, but her interest was waning.

The carriage slowly arrived at the Marquis's residence. After getting off the carriage, looking at the desolate and dilapidated mansion, Su Zhirou wondered if she had come to the wrong place.

"You've gone to the wrong place, haven't you? This shouldn't be the place." Su Zhirou thought the coachman had made a mistake and turned to get into the carriage.

Aunt Feng had heard early on that her daughter was returning home, so she waited at the door. Upon seeing Su Zhirou, she immediately came out: "Daughter! You're finally back! Your mother has missed you so much!"

Seeing that Aunt Feng was dressed much more plainly, Su Zhirou was slightly taken aback: "Mother? What happened to you?"

Aunt Feng's face showed a hint of bitterness. "Let's go inside the mansion first, and then we'll talk."

Su Zhirou was pulled into the mansion. After entering, she found the huge mansion empty, without a single decent decoration.

It looks like an empty shell.

"Mother, what exactly happened?" Su Zhirou was shocked.

In just over a month, how did the once magnificent Marquis's mansion become like this?

They look no different from a destitute person.

"Please sit down."

Aunt Feng pulled Su Zhirou to sit down, while Granny Feng poured tea for her.

"It's a long story. For some reason, Madam Qian removed all the valuable ornaments from the Marquis's mansion, and even dug up all the green plants at the entrance."

Su Zhirou's gaze fell on the empty courtyard by the entrance, her voice tinged with suspicion: "Didn't Madam Qian always contribute money and effort to the entire Marquis's mansion? When did it become like this?"

Even now, Su Zhirou still can't believe that this was something Qian Shi did.

The Qian family has been weak for more than a decade; when have they ever been so assertive?

"I wouldn't have believed it before, but now that the facts are before me, I have no choice but to believe it..."

"But isn't she afraid that her father will stop doting on her by acting like this? Isn't this a slap in his face?" Su Zhirou asked again.

She still couldn't believe it.

Even if the Qian family had the guts, so what?

As long as she has the Marquis of Shunyang in her heart, she can be manipulated by anyone.

Aunt Feng's lips curled into a bitter smile: "Your father is also furious about this matter. He has gone to see her many times, but she has always kicked him out."

"Now, she has completely broken ties with her family. Not only that, she has stopped giving them even household expenses."

"I'm caught in the middle, it's a really difficult situation."

"Daughter, you don't know, your mother has to manage the family business, serve your father, and maintain relationships with the elite circles in the capital. The money in my hands flows out like water."

"Even so, this family still doesn't live like a home, and it has lost even the slightest bit of the dignity that it once had as a marquis's mansion."

These words carried a strong sense of self-deprecation.

Wasn't she married into this family precisely to amass wealth and power?

Now that her immense wealth is gone, she is like a walking corpse in this mansion.

"Daughter, now your mother can only rely on you. You must make us proud..."