"It is indeed Song Zhiqiu's name!" Song Wanqing nodded repeatedly.
She glanced at Chen Qinglian, then fanned a stack of contracts in front of her nose, "The scent of the ink on it is still so strong, I'm afraid it was only a few days after it was written."
"Can't you?" Chen Qinglian was inexplicably panicked, "I used to be in charge of these shops. Now that I know Qiu is going to get married, I naturally have to rewrite it with her as the owner. Is there any problem?"
"That means the previous owner was not her?" Song Wanqing asked deliberately, "Who is that?"
"Of course it's me!" Chen Qinglian insisted, "When your mother gave her to Zhiqiu, Zhiqiu was still young, so she naturally wrote my name."
She said with a sincere look, "Qing'er, I haven't told you this for so many years, and I'm afraid you will think too much. Although these shops are no longer yours, the Hou Mansion will not ignore you."
"Haha..." Song Wanqing laughed softly, "Chen Qinglian, Chen Qinglian, you really worked hard to steal my mother's things."
Chen Qinglian's face turned cold, "Song Wanqing, do you know what you are talking about? I am your mother, how dare you call me by my first name!"
"People like you," Song Wanqing snorted, "don't deserve to be called mother."
"You!" Chen Qinglian was furious, "Qing'er, I have really spoiled you, and now you are so disrespectful..."
"Chen Qinglian, you call my mother Sister Shen, but you go to great lengths to snatch her daughter's dowry. What kind of respect do you think you are?"
"Song Wanqing, please don't slander me. I just apologized to you about the dowry..."
Song Wanqing interrupted her again, "You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
She glanced at Chen Yu, who immediately handed over a heavy booklet.
"Look carefully. This is the land book I got from the Ministry of Household Affairs. It clearly records who owns every piece of land and every shop in the capital. Take a look at who owns those fields."
Chen Qinglian was dumbfounded.
The purchase and sale of land requires the consent of both parties, and the transaction must be witnessed by relevant personnel before it can be registered at the Ministry of Household Affairs and the owner can be changed.
She thought that Song Wanqing was a charming young lady who had never been out much and knew nothing about these things, so she drafted the contract again, wrote Song Zhiqiu's name on it, and then asked someone from the Ministry of Household Affairs to get an official seal to stamp it.
To put it bluntly, these contracts are fake, and the owner of the household stub is still Song Wanqing.
Chen Qinglian planned to deceive them first. As time passed, these things would naturally belong to Song Zhiqiu.
But she was wrong.
In the last life, Song Wanqing helped Xiao Yi buy and sell land, and had countless interactions with the Ministry of Household Affairs. Her tricks were not enough.
"Actually, I don't care if you want to take away these waste papers," Song Wanqing curled her lips, "Just remember my advice and stay away from those shops in the future."
She turned around and called for people to carry her dowry, and was about to return to the Marquis Mansion.
"Qing'er!" Chen Qinglian panicked. She couldn't let Zhiqiu marry into Prince Chu's palace like this. Who would look down upon her in the future?
For the sake of her daughter, she decided to force Song Wanqing again.
In front of the public, she knelt down and said, "Qing'er, for the sake of me taking care of you for so many years, and for the sake of Zhiqiu and you being biological sisters, please leave a dowry of thirty cents."
As soon as she knelt down crying and crying, the onlookers immediately looked intolerable and began to press hard on Song Wanqing.
"Yes, your mother left you so much, give half of it to your sister. It's so pitiful."
"If it weren't for your disfigurement, your sister wouldn't have to marry into Prince Chu's palace as a concubine. This dowry should be used as compensation for her."
"Madam, there is no merit but hard work. As an elder, I have knelt down for you. If you don't agree, it would be too unkind."
…
The direction of the wind changed almost instantly. Everyone stood on the moral high ground and forced Song Wanqing to give up half of the dowry.
Song Wanqing lowered her head and looked at Chen Qinglian who was kneeling. There was no trace of regret on this woman's face. She had been scheming against her until now, and her eyes were full of provocation.
She will never let it go!
Song Wanqing's eyes turned cold, and she turned to look at everyone, "Since you feel sorry for them, why don't you use your savings to help them?"
Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment, and soon began to refute again.
"We have no connection with your Ding'an Marquis Mansion, so why should we pay for it?"
"That's right, one of them is your mother and the other is your sister. You already have so much dowry, what can you do if you split a little?"
"Don't care too much about your life. Being greedy will not end well."
Lin Dao frowned when he heard this, "These people are ignorant. Miss Wanqing doesn't need to pay attention to them. Just leave if you don't want to do it to us."
"They are not stupid," Song Wanqing smiled, "You haven't paid a penny and you can take the opportunity to be a good person. Why not?"
"..." Lin Dao was stunned.
Isn't the little girl in front of me only fifteen or sixteen years old?
Why is this sharpness comparable to that of his master?
"What should I do, miss?" Chen Yu was so anxious that he almost cried.
Song Wanqing had an idea and said to everyone, "Actually, I gave my sister a dowry, a fine gold hairpin and a jade bracelet, but they didn't care about it and threw them all away."
She looked aggrieved, "They insisted on robbing my mother's things, not because they were poor, but because they were bad."
You don’t want gold hairpins or jade bracelets?
The onlookers suddenly realized something.
The person kneeling on the ground at this time was the high-ranking Madam of the Hou Mansion, the concubine of King Chu was in the sedan chair, and even the noble Concubine Jing came to deliver the wedding.
Such a person is pitiful?
What about them?
It's so sad and ridiculous!
The direction of the wind changed again, and those who were full of sympathy just now turned their attention and pointed fingers at Chen Qinglian and her daughter.
"It's too much. Bullying someone's legitimate daughter has lost her biological mother. You're not a good person!"
"The eldest daughter is also pitiful. Her mother is gone, and her stepmother and concubine don't know how to bully her?"
"Why do you have the nerve to ask for someone's biological mother's relics? Get up quickly!"
It is scary to say that at this time, even the spitting stars can drown Chen Qinglian.
She staggered up and said, "If you don't want to... forget it."
She didn't want to stay here any longer, so she asked the escorting team to go on the road immediately, and she turned around and got into the sedan.
In the sedan chair, Concubine Jing was already waiting there, with a cold face and looking very dissatisfied.
"After Shen Yue's death, your life has been so comfortable." She gave Chen Qinglian a cold look.
Chen Qinglian lowered her head and lowered her head.
"Qinglian, why haven't you made any progress in these years? Can't you even deal with a fifteen-year-old girl?"
"Your Majesty, please calm down," Chen Qinglian sat there with lingering fear, "Qinglian underestimated that girl."
She really didn't expect that a fire could change Song Wanqing, and even she couldn't handle it.
"What are you going to do?" Concubine Jing asked in a deep voice, "What are you going to do with this dagger?"
Indeed, Song Wanqing just now was like an unsheathed sword, which was scary.
Chen Qinglian understood what Concubine Jing meant, "Don't worry, I will get rid of her as soon as possible."
