The queen is tea-smooth and charming, and she wins the house fight by lying down

Chapter 24: All burned! She felt sick when they saw the things and thought of her.
"These two slaps are for your disrespect for elders, your heartlessness and your lack of loyalty!"

The boy's eyes widened, the shock in his eyes almost overflowing: "What kind of elder is he? You are not my sister at all!"

Yue Hongyu wanted to accuse his sister of being partial, but who knew that the girl would take over his words after he finished speaking:

"Okay, since you said so, then I will no longer be your sister. We are no longer related to each other."

This one sentence made the boy stand there in a daze.

His mouth opened and closed, and he stared at Yue Xianhua as if he wanted to eat her.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan, who had been sitting there without moving, gently placed his slender fingertips on the chair, waiting for the idiot to make any move so that he could come up and hit him.

Who would have thought that the next moment, the young man who had just stiffened his neck and fiercely questioned, burst into tears, and while crying, he pointed at him and asked Yue Hua:
"You're going to hit me just for this pretty boy you've only known for less than two days? You're not even going to acknowledge me, and you're going to break off all ties with me?"

Hey!
Xiao Yan swore seldomly, and gradually his intention changed from breaking Yue Hongyu's legs to tearing him apart.

Yue Hongyu couldn't stop crying, but looking at his sister's unresponsive face, he felt even more wronged and said stubbornly:

"If you don't want to admit it, then don't admit it! I don't care. Anyway, you are not my biological sister! If I call you sister again in the future, I will write my name backwards!"

Wu's eyes lit up slightly, and she had to work hard to suppress the corners of her mouth that were raised:

Okay, okay, that’s it. No matter how good a relationship is, it will fall apart if you quarrel too much.

Qing'er frowned tightly, her eyes full of worry.

As a personal maid, she knew better than anyone how much the young lady cared for and loved the young master.

Now that the two of them had quarreled like this, she felt sorry for the young lady, but at the same time she couldn't help but blame Yue Hongyu for being so ignorant.

I don't know what good it will do him to hurt the young lady like this.

Xiao Yan sat quietly on the chair, and when his wife turned around, he even gave her a gentle smile.

That well-behaved and easy-going appearance is so good that even her own father would kick her if he saw her: You are just pretending here!
Yue Hongyu was so angry that he ran away.

Yue Xianhua looked back and felt as if he had fought a battle that exhausted him both physically and mentally.

She took a few shallow breaths and looked up at Wu, who had been treating them like a joke:

"Second aunt, I have some old things I want to take away. Can you let me go back to Lanyueju?"

Lanyueju was the courtyard where Yue Xianhua had lived before the real daughter came back. Inside were all the items she had used since she was a child, many of which were valuable.

Wu frowned, knowing the value of Lanyueju, and did not want to agree.

Yue Xianhua saw through her thoughts and calmly explained: "I just took some used poetry and calligraphy copybooks. I won't touch anything else."

Mrs. Wu knew the girl's proud nature. Since she said she wouldn't touch it, she would definitely not take more.

but……

What if you still don’t want to?
Just as Yue Huahua mentioned before, Mrs. Wu was really petty and stingy. She didn't say a word for a long time, which made the atmosphere on the scene a little awkward.

According to Yue Xianhua's previous experience, even if the other party was unwilling, with her proud character, no matter how aggrieved and dissatisfied she was, she would endure it for the sake of face, for fear that people would accuse her of taking advantage of the Marquis' Mansion.

But this time, she had a reason to go.

Seeing that his young lady really wanted to go, Xiao Yan was about to ask for "barter":
No matter what his wife took, he would buy it all at the price.

But before he could show off his "wealth", he heard his wife calmly begin to... threaten and intimidate:

"I heard there's an Anshun gambling house near Hua Man Lou."

Wu thought to herself, what does it have to do with her whether it’s a gambling house or not...ah, gambling house?
"The boss inside likes it the most..."

"Go! Of course you can go!"

Wu suddenly raised her voice and interrupted Yue Huahua's next words: "The Marquis' Mansion is your home, sister, so it doesn't matter whether it's Lanyueju or not, just go. Do you have a lot of things to bring? Do you need Second Aunt to arrange some servants for you?"

Yue Xianhua was about to say no, but then realized that she was afraid that she would go back on her word and take something she shouldn't.

There was a hint of cold sarcasm in her eyes, but she agreed: "There aren't many things. If Second Aunt is worried, you can ask Nanny Wang to come along."

"Hey, look at what you said, how could I not believe you?" Then he looked up at Nanny Wang:

"Madame Wang, since Sister Nian needs you, let's go and see if there is anything she can help with."

Yue Xianhua didn't care about her petty look. In the past, when she was around, she always stopped her second aunt from making her own decisions. It wasn't because she liked to seize power, but simply because she looked down on the other party's petty and narrow-minded look.

People with this kind of personality would offend people at home, and if they were to go out and make friends, they would probably make enemies!
However, after many twists and turns, the power of the Marquis's Mansion finally fell into her hands. Perhaps this is her fate.

Yue Xianhua forced herself not to pay attention to it anymore, and turned to look at Xiao Yan: "Husband, can you help me?"

Xiao Yan smiled: "Of course."

He clapped his hands, and the next moment, those fierce-looking, muscular men rushed in from outside and lined up in a line: "At your service, Madam!"

The voice was powerful and impressive. Mrs. Wu, who was standing by, was almost knocked over by the sound wave: "Little bastard! You did it on purpose!"
"What are you thinking about, husband?"

Walking on the road leading to Lanyueju, Yue Xianhua found that the young man beside him looked absent-minded, and he rarely showed concern.

Then I heard the other person say shamelessly: "Nothing, I'm just a little excited when I think about seeing my wife's boudoir later."

Yue Xuanhua: ...

She hated herself for saying that!
Yue Xianhua withdrew her gaze, her expression indifferent: "It's no different from an ordinary woman's boudoir, nothing special, my husband, don't have to expect too much."

Although she said there was nothing to see, as the daughter of a marquis who had grown up in pampered care in the first half of her life, the place where Yue Luhua lived was not ordinary.

The courtyard where Lanyue Residence is located is exquisite and gorgeous, with pavilions, waterside terraces, carved railings and jade bricks, carved beams and painted buildings.

The house was spacious and luxurious, with soft and expensive white fox carpets on the floor and curtains made of layers of shark gauze that moved like ripples.

The furnishings in the house are gorgeous yet unconventional, which gives a glimpse into the owner's taste.

Xiao Yan stood in the middle, looking at the girl's gorgeous bedroom, a little absent-minded.

I couldn't help but wonder: Is he the only one who has been to this place, or have others been there as well?
Yue Xianhua didn't know that just because she entered the room she had lived in before, someone started to be petty and fussy about it.

She was very busy. As soon as she arrived at the place, she told Qing'er to direct people to start looking for the things she wanted to take away.

She felt sick when she thought of the story in the book, in which those people acted affectionately towards her belongings after her death.

She would not take away the jewelry given to her by the Marquisate, but she would not keep her own poetry collection and picture album either.

Qing'er is Yue Xianhua's personal maid, and her personality is calmer than Yunzhi's.

She is well-versed in literature and has been in charge of organizing Yue Xianhua's account books in the past, so she knows their locations best.

Before coming, Qing'er knew what today's "mission" was and had rehearsed it many times in her mind, so she started taking action as soon as she arrived at the place without any hesitation.

The young ladies, maids and servants around were all busy moving things, but young lady Xiao Yan's husband was the only one who was like a curious baby, looking around everywhere.

However, when his eyes fell on a novel and beautiful gold hairpin on the dressing table, his curiosity faded slightly, and his eyes became a little dim.

After looking for a long time, he finally walked over, reached out and took the hairpin.

He knew the origin of this golden hairpin.

It was not bought by Nun Nun himself, nor was it given by his brothers or relatives, but by that person...

Yue Hua had her own things to do, so she had no time to care about what Xiao Yan was doing. Over the past ten years, she had left behind a lot of writings, and some books with annotations, which were too troublesome to move.

After going back and forth for an unknown number of times, she suddenly said, "Go find some braziers."

As soon as she said this, the whole courtyard fell silent, and almost everyone looked at her.

Even Xiao Yan put down the annoying red hairpin jewelry and walked towards her: "Madam, the house in the Duke's Mansion is big enough, no matter how many things you have, you can put them in. There is no need to burn them..."

"it does not matter."

Yue Huahua smiled gently, but there was an unquestionable light in her eyes: "Anyway, they are all insignificant things, so it's better to burn them all."

In the short time that the two were talking, someone had already gone to borrow a brazier.

The paper covered with ink was thrown into the burning brazier and was instantly engulfed by the flames.

One after another, finally because it was too troublesome, they just burned them in stacks.

The smile on Xiao Yan's face gradually disappeared. Looking at the seemingly gentle and kind girl beside him, a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes:
His young lady was indeed as resolute as he remembered.

Once you decide you don’t want something, no matter how precious it is, you can discard it without hesitation.

"Prepare the books as I said before, and don't take those away... and burn all my previous calligraphy and paintings, and those related to them. You don't need to take them away."

Yue Xianhua looked calm and gave orders in an orderly manner.

Qing'er's eyes turned slightly red. She knew what the young lady's behavior meant, but she did not try to persuade her.

The lady must have her reasons for doing this.

"Hey, I found a painting... do you want to take it with you or burn it?"

A somewhat confused male voice sounded. Qing'er looked over. When she saw the painting in the man's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Miss, what do you think we should do?"

From the moment Yue Xianhua started talking about burning something, Xiao Yan stood beside her and didn't move.

Hearing Qing'er's words, he looked over curiously.

Then I saw a painting that looked like a family portrait of the Marquis's family.

Yue Xianhua also recognized it. This was the painting of the whole family that she drew based on her memory and imagination on her grandfather’s birthday.

There are parents, grandparents, her and her two older brothers and younger brother...

Yue Hongyu, who was still young at that time and had never seen his parents, wanted it, but she was reluctant to give it to him, so she coaxed him and said that she would give it to him as a birthday gift when he came of age, and then keep it for herself.

She named the painting "Happy Family".

"The lady wants to take away..."

"Burn it."

Qing'er's words were interrupted by Yue Yanhua. When she wanted to say something else, the young lady had already looked away.

She sighed secretly: "Yes."

But this painting was always special, so Qing'er did not give it to anyone else, but burned it herself.

Yue Hongyu was originally angry with Yue Xianhua and ran away, but he regretted it halfway.

He had a feeling that if he died like this today, he didn't know how long it would take for him to see his sister again in the future.

"I don't think I'm wrong, I just came here to keep an eye on her and not let her take away the valuables in the mansion!"

As he said this, he returned to the hall.

But he found out that Yue Xianhua had returned to Lanyueju. His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but run over here.

But who would have thought that as soon as we arrived here, we would see black smoke and flames all over the sky.

He panicked and rushed in without thinking.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Then when I broke into the yard, I saw everyone busy and burning something.

He just frowned and wanted to curse "What the hell are you doing" when he saw a very familiar painting burning in the brazier at the edge of the room from the corner of his eye.

"What are you burning?"

"Young Master, be careful... ah!"

Qing'er tried to stop him nervously, but the boy seemed not to hear her. He ignored the blazing fire and rescued the half-burned painting with his bare hands...

Yue Hongyu looked at the burnt painting in disbelief, his brain exploded.

"How could this happen? Why?"

"Young Master, are you okay? Miss Hua said she doesn't want it anymore, you don't have to..."

Qing'er tried to persuade him, but the boy could no longer hear her.

All he heard was the words "The lady said no more".

He held the hot scroll in his hand and walked towards Yue Hua with red eyes: "What are you doing? Do you know what you are burning? Yue Hua, do you have to be so ruthless?"

The boy's voice was filled with an almost heartbreaking question, which made everyone who heard it feel a little sad.

"You even burned it. What if one day, one day you regret it?"

The young man's words left Yue Hua in a trance for a moment.

Regret?
Maybe, but probably not.

Thinking of myself who died without a complete body in the storybook, my heart, which was originally a little sad, turned cold again: "It was all fake, how can I regret it?"

After she said this, she stopped looking at him and said, "Burn it."

Yue Hongyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt as if a sharp blade was cutting through his heart.

His voice trembled: "Sister..."

"I'm not your sister." Yue Xianhua interrupted him, looked away, and reminded others to continue with an expressionless face.

Qing'er looked at the young master who was pinching words with some embarrassment, his fingers were almost deformed, and hesitantly said: "Young Master, draw..."

"Go away!"

The young man roared with red eyes, holding the torn scroll tightly against his chest, staring at the girl who was not looking at him.

There seemed to be a void in his heart, and the long-awaited panic and fear came over him like an overwhelming force, almost making it difficult for him to breathe.

Next to him, the tall and graceful young man looked at his "cold-blooded" wife and gained a new understanding of her determination.

Tsk, he's really not easy to mess with.

If you lose something, it will never come back, and you are not to be trifled with.

(End of this chapter)