After sharing a body with her husband

Qu suddenly grasped Xie Zhaoqing's hand and said:

"Zhaoqing, you must be careful. Don't be as reckless as your mother. Besides, you are only Xiao Jing's mistress now. How can you possibly take revenge?"

Xie Zhaoqing took Qu's hand in return and comforted her:

"Don't worry, Mother. Jinglang treats me very well. He promised to give me a better identity so that I can appear openly in front of the people of Shengjing. I am now Meng Xuan, the eldest daughter of the Meng family, a distant relative of the Xiao family who has come from afar."

"Meng Xuan? Is that a fake identity? What's her title? Is she the wife of an official or the daughter of a merchant?"

Ms. Qu pressed for more information.

Xie Zhaoqing hesitated for a moment.

"Well... things haven't been arranged yet. In any case, they're not ordinary people. Since they're distant relatives from out of town, no one will investigate further, so please don't worry."

I will marry Jinglang as his principal wife, and I will enter the noble ladies' circles of Shengjing with a brand new look. When I am powerful enough, I will definitely force that old woman to take you back to the Xie family, so that she won't dare to do anything to you again!

"A legal wife? Is that even possible?"

Qu was unsure of what to do.

"Yes, Jinglang promised me, so we definitely can." Xie Zhaoqing said firmly.

Mrs. Qu was filled with worry, but seeing her daughter's unwavering conviction, she ultimately swallowed her words.

She thought of Shang Lingjun's face again, and anger burned within her.

"That day on the road, that little slut actually slapped me! When have I ever suffered such humiliation? Now, besides hoping you're doing well in the Xiao family, I only wish for her death! Zhaoqing, if you can really get rid of her, you must come and send a message to Mother!"

Upon hearing that Shang Lingjun dared to hit his mother, Xie Zhaoqing was also furious.

"That bitch!"

Qu's gaze darkened, and she whispered an instruction:

"Right now, that little bitch's biggest hope in the Xie family is Old Madam Wei. If you want revenge, you absolutely cannot resort to open and forceful tactics."

You need to learn to use indirect methods, and it would be best to sow discord between her and Old Madam Wei. Do you still remember Song Yunyi...?

Qu began to explain her plan, and Xie Zhaoqing's eyes lit up as she listened.

"Mother, you always have a way..."

This time, Ms. Qu was quite confident.

"A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit. Last time I was careless. If you think this method is good, you can give it a try. I'll write a letter now and make sure it reaches your eldest sister and your younger sister, Ruowei."

A few days ago, she was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall by Shang Lingjun, and she hates her intensely. As for your second sister, forget about her; she's honest enough that even if she knew, she couldn't help you much.

"Yes!" Xie Zhaoqing nodded emphatically.

Qu put pen to paper, but of course, she wouldn't write down the true details of the Xie family's scandals in her letter to her eldest daughter, nor would she mention how she framed Shang Lingjun.

Because she didn't dare.

She only poured out her grievances, saying that Shang Lingjun climbed the social ladder by stepping on Xie Zhaoqing's corpse, and even mocked and cursed her, forcing her to be too ashamed to stay in the Xie family, and wishing she could hang herself, and so on...

After finishing the letter, Xie Zhaoqing tucked it into his pocket and took his leave.

"Mother, please take good care of yourself. I will find a way to send the letter to my eldest sister."

As night deepened, Xie Zhaoqing quietly departed.

After Xie Zhaoqing left, Madam Qu took off her hat and gave a cold laugh.

Even though Old Madam Wei is ruthless and cold-blooded, she still has to give Song Yunyi face. Once Song Yunyi enters the Xie family, Shang Lingjun will never have a good life!

……

Shang Lingjun hadn't slept well all night, and when she looked in the mirror with huge dark circles under her eyes in the morning, she really startled Huo Chuan.

Wow! Your dark circles are so bad!

Shang Lingjun yawned. "I didn't sleep well last night. How about you? What time did you wake up?"

[When you got out of bed just now.]

Huo Chuan was surprised to find that he had slept for a whole night. Normally, as a ghost, he rarely slept and only needed to doze off for a short while.

"By the way, what was the effect last night?" Huo Chuan asked.

Shang Lingjun did not hide it from him.

We were right. Once someone is drugged and falls into a deep sleep, control of their body automatically transfers to another soul. Yesterday, after you fell asleep, I didn't do anything, and I automatically took control of your body.

This is indeed an unexpected surprise; it could save your life in a critical moment.

Huo Chuan paused, still having some doubts he didn't voice for the time being. If this was the effect of a sleeping potion, what about other drugs?

What if it's replaced with poison?

However, he wouldn't say that, because he was afraid Shang Lingjun might actually dare to try it...

"You didn't sleep well. Could it be related to me taking a sleeping pill? But if my body was drugged, I should be sleeping well. How come I'm not sleeping well?"

Huo Chuan asked again, puzzled.

Shang Lingjun stammered as she got up, "[Who knows! Anyway, I didn't sleep well.]"

She brushed it off.

Around noon, the Murong family suddenly arrived, bringing with them a pile of fabric and a female tailor.

"Sister-in-law, what is this...?"

Lord Shang asked.

Murong affectionately took Shang Lingjun's hand, her face beaming with smiles.

"My dear, come and take a look at these fabrics. See if there's anything you like? It's so warm and cozy in spring; you'll want to wear new clothes to the banquet!"

The maids stood in rows in the room, carrying trays filled with fabric; there was hardly enough room for everyone to stand.

Shang Lingjun glanced at them and realized that the fabrics were all top-notch.

"Sister-in-law, so much fabric... To a banquet? What kind of banquet?" Shang Lingjun asked again.

Murong said, "The Marquis of Yong'an's residence sent an invitation, saying they'll be holding a spring banquet at Qingxi Grassland next month!"

Shang Lingjun's eyes flickered slightly. The Yong'an Marquis's residence?

The same Yong'an Marquis's residence where Li borrowed servants to catch the adulterer on the day of the incident.

His family is really something...

Despite such an awkward relationship, they were still able to send an invitation to the Xie family, and the key point is that Madam Murong, as the matriarch of the family, also agreed.

Go then.

There are plenty of activities at the Spring Festival banquet, so why not just go and join in the fun?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Shang Lingjun's lips.

"My sister-in-law is so thoughtful; she always thinks of me."

According to the Xie family's customary allowances, each lady was entitled to a share of new clothes when the seasons changed, usually around ten pieces, though the exact number was not fixed.

This includes three to four formal dresses for formal occasions, four to five casual wear pieces, and two or three simple and elegant casual wear pieces for relaxed occasions.

So all this fabric in the room is for making new clothes for Shang Lingjun.

However, as Shang Lingjun looked over, she realized that the fabric here was enough to make more than ten sets of clothes, indicating that her sister-in-law, Murong, had given her a larger share.

Even the color and pattern of the fabric were carefully selected, suitable for her age, and taking into account her current status as an elder, without being overly childish.

"Why be so polite with your sister-in-law? I watched my seventh brother grow up, and I love him like my own child. Now that you're his wife, as his sister-in-law, I'll naturally help my seventh brother treat you better."

Murong spoke very gently.

Shang Lingjun smiled and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

She raised her hand and stroked a piece of mulberry silk satin with cloud patterns; the fabric was light blue, which should suit her.

"Spring Festival Banquet..."