Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Chapter 431: Training the Prodigal Son 1

The red silk under the veil made it hard to breathe, and Meng Qiqi started coughing as soon as she regained consciousness.

She subconsciously reached out to lift the veil, but felt a rough bridal veil - the fabric was so prickly, how could it compare to the brocade of Yihua Palace?

"Miss Third, please don't move!" the maid's anxious voice came from outside, "We'll be at the Duke's Mansion soon!"

The Duke's Mansion?

Meng Qiqi was stunned, and countless fragments of memories flooded into her mind like a tide.

She had traveled into a new world matched by the system and became the cannon fodder female supporting role in an old rebirth novel.

The original owner was also called Meng Qiqi. She was a concubine's daughter of the prime minister's family. Her mother died early, her father did not love her, and she was not even as good as a second-class maid in the mansion.

But today was the day she was forced to marry the dandy young man from the Duke's Mansion - he was a playboy who indulged in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. It was said that there were seven or eight maids in the backyard and the connecting room.

"How unlucky!" Meng Qiqi complained in her heart, "Just finished a hundred years of wandering in the martial arts world, and now I have to become a miserable young wife?"

She squeezed her palms, and the Void Divine Stone hidden under her flesh felt warm, reminding her that this world was full of mortals. Even if she had the golden finger of the heroine in the original book, it was just some tricks for house fighting.

The sedan suddenly jolted violently, and Meng Qiqi fell forward, hitting her forehead against the inner wall of the sedan.

Just as she was about to curse, she heard someone shouting from outside: "What blind idiot is this! Didn't you see the Duke's Mansion's wedding procession?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm leaving now!" An old voice came out with tears in it.

Meng Qiqi's heart moved, and she quietly lifted a corner of the veil and looked out through the gap in the sedan chair.

I saw a ragged old woman kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, with a little girl of five or six years old huddled beside her, her body covered with patches and shivering from the cold.

This scene reminded her of the refugees she had seen during her travels in the martial arts world.

In the original owner's memory, the wedding procession today deliberately took a detour around the busiest Suzaku Street in order to show off, bumping into many people on the way.

The old woman was holding a tattered bundle in her arms. It was probably because her belongings, which she had saved with great difficulty, were scattered by the accident.

"Stop!" Meng Qiqi suddenly shouted.

The noise outside suddenly stopped, and the butler of the wedding procession smiled apologetically through the curtain: "Miss Third, what is this..."

"Bring the old woman here." Meng Qiqi said in a low voice.

She is now carrying the original owner's identity, so she can't do anything out of line.

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, but thinking that this was the future young lady of the Duke's Mansion, he asked someone to bring the old woman over.

The old woman was so frightened that she was shaking all over and she grabbed the little girl and tried to continue kowtowing.

Meng Qiqi fished out a piece of silver from her sleeve pocket—this was secretly given to her by Chun Tao, the only personal maidservant of the original owner before she got married—and gently placed it in the old woman's hand: "Buy a cotton coat for the child."

The old woman was stunned, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"

The little girl looked at Meng Qiqi timidly, then suddenly took out a roasted sweet potato from her bag and stuffed it into the sedan chair: "Give it to my sister!"

Meng Qiqi felt a little warm in her heart as she pinched the sweet potato that was still warm.

She was about to speak when she heard a commotion not far away.

Looking up, I saw a gorgeously decorated carriage slowly approaching. The curtain opened, revealing a bright and charming face - it was the heroine of the original book, Meng Wanqing, the daughter of the prime minister.

Meng Wanqing glanced at the old woman kneeling on the ground, then looked at the sweet potato in Meng Qiqi's hand, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Sister, you are very kind, but today is your big day, please don't ruin the reputation of the Duke's Mansion."

After saying this, the carriage raised a cloud of dust and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Meng Qiqi clenched her fists.

In the original owner's memory, this elder sister appeared gentle and virtuous, but was actually cruel and ruthless.

In the previous life, the original owner was tortured to death after getting married, and Meng Wanqing was the one who fanned the flames behind the scenes.

"Get the sedan!" the housekeeper shouted.

Meng Qiqi put her veil back on and took a bite of the sweet potato in her hand.

The sweet taste dispelled some of the depression in her heart. She thought to herself: Since I have become the owner of this body, I must take my destiny into my own hands.

That playboy in the Duke's Mansion?

And what about Meng Wanqing's plan?

She wanted to see what kind of trouble these people could make.

The sedan continued to sway forward, but Meng Qiqi had already made a plan in her mind.

First, we must stabilize the situation in the Duke's Mansion, and then find an opportunity to deal with Meng Wanqing... Just as I was thinking about it, the sedan chair suddenly stopped, and the sound of firecrackers came from outside - we have arrived at the Duke's Mansion.

The moment the sedan chair landed, Meng Qiqi took a deep breath.

Before she even lifted her veil, she heard someone say in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, is this the third young lady sent by the Prime Minister's Mansion? I heard she doesn't even have a mother, how can she understand the rules?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly lifted, and the dazzling sunlight made Meng Qiqi squint.

Standing in front of him was a heavily made-up woman wearing a rose-red satin dress, with dazzling gold hairpins on her head - judging from her appearance, she was most likely a favored concubine in the Duke's Mansion.

"New sister-in-law, it's time to jump over the fire basin." The woman smiled fakely, her eyes full of contempt.

As soon as Meng Qiqi took a step, she felt something empty under her feet.

It turned out that a handful of soybeans were deliberately scattered next to the brazier. She staggered and almost fell to the ground.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Meng Qiqi steadied her body, bent down, and calmly kicked a few soybeans to the woman's feet.

When she stood up, she looked at the woman with red eyes: "Sister, you are caring for me and afraid that I will be burned by the fire, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the laughter around them stopped abruptly.

The woman's face changed, and just as she was about to explode, she heard a lazy voice: "What's all the fuss about? It's a happy day, and the noise is giving this young master a headache."

Meng Qiqi looked up and saw a man in gorgeous clothes leaning on the steps.

He was handsome, but his eyes were dull and his steps were unsteady when he walked. He was obviously a playboy whose body was hollowed out by alcohol and sex. He was her nominal husband, Zhao Chengye, the second young master of the Duke's Mansion.

Zhao Chengye looked Meng Qiqi up and down and sneered, "The Prime Minister's Mansion sent this kind of stuff over here? Forget it, let's go in first."

After saying that, she turned around and left without even lifting the veil as required.

There was even more farce during the wedding ceremony.

During the ceremony when the elders should have received the gifts, Zhao Chengye's mother claimed to be ill and could not come out, so she only allowed a few concubines to sit in the hall.

When Meng Qiqi was bowing, someone deliberately stepped on the hem of her skirt, causing her to almost fall again.

She gritted her teeth and endured it one by one, but she memorized the faces of these people in her heart.

After the ceremony was finally over, Meng Qiqi was sent to the bridal chamber.

Chun Tao wiped her tears and took off her headdress: "Miss, they are deliberately trying to intimidate you!"

"Why are you crying?" Meng Qiqi handed her a handkerchief, "Take a look at this yard first."

She walked around the house and found that the furniture was old, the window paper had several holes, and even the charcoal fire was not burning well.

In the original owner's memory, the Duke's Mansion was divided into two courtyards, east and west. The east courtyard was where Zhao Chengye's brother and his family lived, and it was very grand; the west courtyard was where Zhao Chengye's family lived, and it was remote and dilapidated.

As I was watching, I heard a burst of laughter outside.

Through the window, Meng Qiqi saw Zhao Chengye hugging a heavily made-up woman and walking towards the next yard, muttering, "What kind of lady is this, Xiangfu's daughter? She looks unlucky, and she's not as considerate as Yingying..."

Chun Tao stamped her feet in anger: "How could he do this! Today is our wedding night!"

Meng Qiqi sat down calmly and poured herself a cup of tea.

The tea had already gone cold and tasted bitter when I drank it.

She recalled the plot of the original book. After Zhao Chengye got married, he not only ignored the original owner, but also allowed his concubines to bully her.

In the end, the original owner was accused of having an affair and was thrown into a pig cage alive.

"Chun Tao, go find out something." Meng Qiqi put down her teacup. "Who is in charge of the accounts at the Duke's Mansion? Also, Zhao Chengye has several mistresses. I've got them all in mind."

Chun Tao was stunned: "Miss, why are you asking this?"

"Of course it is useful." Meng Qiqi raised the corners of her mouth and showed a meaningful smile.

Having been in the martial arts world for a hundred years, she is best at collecting intelligence.

Since I have become the concubine of the prime minister's family in this life, I will use the method of house fighting to slowly deal with these people.

It was late at night, and the new house was still cold and deserted.

Meng Qiqi lay on the bed, staring at the tattered tent in a daze.

The Void Divine Stone in his palm suddenly felt slightly hot, and the voice of System Xiaojiu rang out in his mind: "The main plot of the world has been detected: the heroine Meng Wanqing will visit the Duke's Mansion in three days and try to establish a relationship with Brother Zhao Chengye. Please seize this opportunity and change the ending of the original book!"

Meng Qiqi closed her eyes and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Three days later?

Then let her have a good fight with this ruthless elder sister, and teach those people in the Duke's Mansion a lesson...

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Before dawn, Meng Qiqi was awakened by a loud noise.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Chuntao ran in in a panic: "Miss! It's bad! The kitchen said that we have run out of charcoal and rice in the yard, and asked us to find a way ourselves!"

Meng Qiqi frowned.

This was obviously a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for the Duke's Mansion. No matter how harshly the Duke's Mansion treated his concubine's son, they would not withhold the food rations of the newlywed bride.

She got up, put on her coat, and went to the kitchen.

There was a long queue outside the kitchen, all of them were maids and servants from various rooms in the Duke's Mansion.

As Meng Qiqi reached the door, she heard an argument coming from inside: "What Third Young Madam? She's just a concubine that the Prime Minister's Mansion didn't want! We only have so much charcoal, so use it for the East Courtyard and the concubines first!"

Meng Qiqi lifted the door curtain and walked in, only to see a fat woman sitting by the stove eating melon seeds, with a mountain of charcoal piled next to her.

Seeing her come in, the fat woman rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, isn't this the new young mistress? Why are you in the kitchen instead of enjoying yourself at home?"

"Of course I'm here to get charcoal and rice." Meng Qiqi said calmly.

"No!" The fat woman clattered her abacus. "Everything in the warehouse is registered. If you want it, go ask the housekeeper for it!"

The maids and servants around were watching the fun.

Meng Qiqi glanced around and suddenly saw a few moldy steamed buns in the corner.