Su Ruotang turned around and saw Shen Lanlan holding Su Muyao's hand, standing at the door of the private room.
When she saw Su Ruotang, her expression turned ugly, she turned around and walked to the other side with Su Muyao in her arms.
Su Ruotang looked at Su Muyao with a half-smile: "Sister can still come and visit Yingcui Tower. It seems that my mother can collect my mother's dowry and return it to me in less than seven days."
Su Muyao's face turned livid and she stared at Su Ruotang, her eyes filled with coldness.
This morning her mother went to see her and asked her to return all of Su Ruotang's mother's bitch jewelry.
She also needs to spend most of her dowry to fill this hole first.
She was so angry that she smashed countless pieces of porcelain, but had to bear the pain to take the things out.
Shen Lanlan held Su Muyao's hand tightly and said coldly: "Su Ruotang, Sister Yao is your biological sister. Aunt Zhang treats you like her own daughter. Why are you so vicious? Are you willing to force them to death?"
Su Ruotang raised her eyes, thought for a moment, and looked at Shen Lanlan, "Such a good mother and sister, I'll give it to you for free, okay?"
Shen Lanlan's expression froze, and she relaxed slightly from holding Su Muyao's hand.
She is not a fool. Su Ruotang has been injured all year round and has obviously been abused.
In the Su Mansion, servants would not dare to do this without the master's permission.
And the master of instructions...
Thinking of this, she blurted out, "I don't want it!"
When Su Muyao heard her words, she bit her lower lip suddenly, and the hatred in her eyes burst out instantly.
After a tight moment, she calmed down and gently pushed Shen Lanlan's hand away. Her eyes were filled with water, "Miss Shen, I'm sorry. I was ignorant in the past and always loved to pester you."
"I know that I am of low status, and I will not pester you again."
As she said that, big tears fell from her eyes, and she looked at Su Ruotang pitifully.
"My father was an upright and honest man. The servants in his family were sick and injured. My mother was kind-hearted and spent all her dowry to treat them. Later, she ran out of money and had to use part of your mother's dowry."
"And you agree to using your mother's dowry to save people."
"Sister, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please give me and my mother a little more time. Don't force my mother to death..."
When Tan Zhixi heard her insinuation that her cousin was vicious and intended to force her stepmother to death, she immediately slammed the table angrily, "Su Muyao, you..."
"Cousin." Su Ruotang's soft little hand took Tan Zhixi's wrist and interrupted her.
Her light eyes fell on Su Muyao, and with a cold face, she looked even more ice-cold and elegant.
"Sister, Mrs. Zhang is a slave of the Su Mansion. She has no father or mother. Where did she get the dowry? Next time you lie, remember to speak the same language with your mother and daughter."
Su Muyao's body instantly stiffened, and she felt a chill rising from her tailbone, spreading to the top of her head, and turning into ice inch by inch.
The corners of Su Ruotang's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, her eyebrows were bright, but the words she spat out were like falling into an ice cellar.
"My mother said that my mother's dowry was used to treat my illness, and when I got sick, my mother said that the family was in dire straits."
"In order to survive, I could only drag my sick body and collect medicines by myself. Fortunately, God saw me as pitiful and couldn't bear to take me away, so I barely survived."
After her words fell, several noble ladies who were watching couldn't help but whisper.
"It's true. Mrs. Zhang and Miss Su talked about each other for a while."
"It's really shameless for my stepmother to seize the late wife's dowry."
"Face is a good thing, but it's a pity that she doesn't have it. Otherwise, why would Prime Minister Su climb into someone else's bed before he has a wife, trying to make the mother more valuable than the son... Oh, no, the mother is more valuable than the daughter."
Listening to the discussion of the ladies, Su Muyao glared at Su Ruotang in shame and anger, and ran downstairs crying.
Shen Lanlan turned around and subconsciously wanted to chase her.
But in the next second, his steps stopped, his eyes lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, she slowly walked down.
Just at this time, the shopkeeper came up with a new style of dress and asked Shen Lanlan in surprise, "Do you still need to keep the dress that Miss Shen was interested in before?"
Shen Lanlan didn't look back: "No more."
"Okay, Miss Shen, I'll have the deposit delivered to your house shortly."
"Sorry, shopkeeper."
Tan Zhixi looked at her back and snorted: "It's not too stupid."
Su Ruotang's eyes fell on the dresses in the store's second-hand collection, and she arched her eyebrows, "I won't mention them, they will affect my mood. Let's choose a dress."
Women are born to love beauty, and no woman would think that there are too many clothes.
At the same time, Songting Inn.
Shopkeeper Feng placed a ledger in front of Mo Ronyan: "Your Highness, Zhang has embezzled more than one million taels of silver from Linqinju over the years, and most of them have gone into the hands of the Queen and Mo Xiaoya."
Shopkeeper Feng is apparently the shopkeeper of Songting Inn.
In fact, he was the person specially trained by Emperor Wu Shun to Mo Rongyan and was in charge of all the properties under Mo Rongyan's name.
Martial arts, medicine, and poison are all involved.
Mo Ronyan held the fox jade carving in his hand and played with it, turning it over casually, "Over there in Yunzhou, keep a close eye."
In ten years, one million taels of silver were spent, most likely to raise a private army.
Shopkeeper Feng nodded in agreement and asked: "The new Shang Cong from Xinglin Drug Store is extremely talented. I need..." Medication control?
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Ronyan's indifferent eyes.
The gentle and elegant young master instantly transformed into a god who dominates everything on the top of the snow-capped mountains. His clear and gentle tone conveyed the frost and coldness of the sky.
"Feng Yun, she is the third prince's concubine."
