Song Wanqing went to thank Xiao Jiu'an early on the next morning and then returned to Ding'an Hou Mansion.
As soon as he entered the gate, he saw that the house was full of joy, and everyone was busy cleaning. Song Zhiqiu was leading people to move things out of the warehouse.
"Eldest sister is back? Have you had breakfast?" When she saw Song Wanqing, she immediately came up to him happily, as if nothing happened yesterday.
Song Wanqing looked at the opened box in the yard, "What are you doing?"
"The weather is getting better and better. My mother asked me to take out the things in the warehouse to dry and count them again." Song Zhiqiu couldn't hide his excitement in his tone.
Song Wanqing stepped forward, looked at the contents of the box, and said coldly, "These are the dowry my mother left for me. If you open them without my permission, do you want to be a thief?"
Song Zhiqiu's expression suddenly changed, and he muttered, "Sister, don't get me wrong, I just want to help organize things."
"Just tidying up?" Song Wanqing's expression turned cold, "Or do you want to take the opportunity to sneak into the Prince of Chu's Mansion to increase the value of your side wife?"
"You!" Song Zhiqiu's face instantly turned pale with anger.
"I'm warning you Song Zhiqiu," the chill in Song Wan's clear eyes was frightening, "I have recorded everything my mother left me. If I find anything missing, I will definitely report it to the official!"
She turned to look at the people in charge, "When the time comes, no one who touches these things will be able to escape."
After Song Wanqing showed his power, he returned to Jingqing Pavilion.
On the way, Chen Yu kept giving her thumbs up, "Miss, you should have done this long ago, otherwise the dowry Madam left for you would have been stolen by them sooner or later."
Song Wanqing didn't say anything. In her previous life, she didn't care about the dowry. Even when she married into the Prince of Chu's palace, she only took a small part with her.
She thought that she was Princess Chu, and no matter what, everyone in the palace would respect her. However, she did not expect that from the moment she stepped into Prince Chu's palace, she had become an ugly monster who was not favored by the servants.
In this life, her mother left her nothing less.
Back at Jingqing Pavilion, Song Wanqing checked his face. The scars were obviously lighter, but they were still hideous and terrifying.
She carefully applied a layer of ointment, and then heard the news outside that Chen Qinglian was coming.
"Qing'er is back?" Chen Qinglian entered the door eagerly, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Song Wanqing continued to look at her face without looking at her, "It's okay. Thank you for your concern, mother."
Chen Qinglian gritted her teeth secretly, Song Wanqing disrespected her more and more.
She suppressed her anger and looked distressed, "You may have misunderstood what happened yesterday. It was the eldest princess who made her own decisions. To put it bluntly, you and Zhiqiu are both victims."
She took a few steps forward and said, "Zhiqiu is your biological sister after all. You two sisters can't be separated by this."
"Of course." Song Wanqing responded expressionlessly.
Chen Qinglian saw that she was not sincere, and she was really filled with hatred, but she still didn't show it on her face.
She stepped forward and reached out to touch Song Wanqing's face, "My poor Qing'er, you used to have such a delicate face, why did it become like this?"
Song Wanqing did not hide away. She looked at the culprit in front of her with extremely cold eyes, "Mom, don't you feel a little bit guilty?"
Chen Qinglian felt that Song Wanqing's eyes seemed to be murderous, and she was frightened and took a few steps back.
Did Song Wanqing know the truth about the fire?
"I...what am I guilty of?" Chen Qinglian asked anxiously.
"What are you feeling guilty about?" Song Wanqing looked at Chen Qinglian's pale face with a smile, "My mother entrusted me to you before she died, but you didn't take good care of me. Shouldn't you feel guilty?"
Chen Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to wipe her tears, "Indeed, I have betrayed your mother's trust."
"It's good to know." Song Wanqing was too lazy to deal with her, "Is there anything else?"
"Qing'er, you also know that yesterday the emperor granted marriage to Zhiqiu and the King of Chu..."
"My sister finally got what she wanted, how are you going to thank me?"
"..." Chen Qinglian's teeth itched with hatred, "Qing'er, I know you misunderstood, but things have already happened, and more importantly... your sister came in as a side room."
She squeezed out a few tears and said, "My mother was worried that she would be treated harshly after entering the house, so she wanted to prepare more dowry for her."
"My mother means well, but it's a pity that sister Zhiqiu doesn't live up to expectations. She was given a marriage because of such a thing. Even if she brought a hundred boxes of dowry into the house, no one would think highly of her."
After saying these words, Chen Qinglian was so angry that she almost fainted.
Song Wanqing continued, "I understand your mother's feelings. It's always good to prepare more dowry."
When Chen Qinglian heard that there was hope, she suddenly smiled again, "Yes, an eldest sister is like a mother. Qing'er is just like me."
"But there is one thing I want to remind my mother." Song Wanqing tilted her head with a naughty look on her face, "It is a good thing for my mother to prepare a dowry for Zhiqiu, but don't think too much about what my mother left me, otherwise there will be trouble. When it comes to court, Zhiqiu will be even more embarrassed to marry her."
"You!" Chen Qinglian held on to the table next to her to prevent herself from falling.
She was really going to be pissed off.
It was just a fire, why did Song Wanqing change so much?
In the past, Song Wanqing would never contradict her, and she did not care about the dowry left by her mother. Whether it was people or property, she was at the mercy of her mother.
But after the fire, everything in Song Wanqing was gradually getting out of control. It was so abominable.
"Is there anything else, mother?" Song Wanqing ignored her anger and asked with a smile.
"No...it's okay." Chen Qinglian took a deep breath and then tried to put on a smile, "Qing'er, have a good rest. Mother is going back first."
She took one last look at Song Wanqing's face before turning around and walking away angrily.
Song Wanqing can't be proud for long. How can she still be arrogant when her face is completely ruined?
As soon as Chen Qinglian entered Luoxia Garden, Song Zhiqiu welcomed her out crying.
"How's it going? Mother, has Song Wanqing promised to share the dowry with me?"
"This damn girl doesn't know why she's so angry," Chen Qinglian gritted her teeth, "She didn't care about these things before, but now she insists on them and won't let go."
"She doesn't want to?" Song Zhiqiu burst into tears instantly, "What should I do? Mother, what should I do?"
"Zhiqiu, don't cry. It's useless if she doesn't agree." Chen Qinglian pulled Song Zhiqiu to sit down. "She doesn't even know how many things her mother left behind. The account books are all here."
She really wanted to thank that stupid woman for trusting her.
Song Zhiqiu saw hope, "But she said...she has a record. Could it be that she was bluffing me?"
"It's strange that she has records. She was only a few years old when her mother died." Chen Qinglian was confident, "Don't worry Zhiqiu, my mother promised you that there will be no missing dowry."
"Thank you, mother." Song Zhiqiu was instantly happy.
