I'm already a concubine, who wants to fight with you?

Chapter 175 The Third Room Forces
The fake Pei Yuan was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the doctor and concubines heard the news and rushed over, Xiao Shirong wiped away her tears hypocritically.

"The master loves sister Miao very much. He fainted from grief after hearing the bad news. At this critical moment, all the sisters must serve him wholeheartedly and pray that the master will get better soon."

The concubines had different expressions, some were sad, some were worried about the future.

Xiao Shirong was in a very good mood, and led his people away in a leisurely manner.

But only two or three hours later, the news of Miao's drowning spread through some unknown source.

When the third room came, even Xiao Shirong was shocked.

In Songyueju, when Xie Fei heard Mother Liu say that the wife of the third room had arrived, a look of worry appeared on his face.

"The mistress of the third house is named Pang Yizhizi. She is a distant relative of the old lady's family. She has always had a bad relationship with the master of the third house." When Xie Fei was the head of the family, he had heard about the third house.

The master of the third house is not the old lady’s biological son, and his relationship with her is average.

However, the mistress of the third room was very close to the old lady because she was assigned to the master by the old lady and she was from the old lady's family.

As far as Xie Fei knew, the third branch was the one that coveted the fourth branch's assets the most in the Marquis's Mansion.

Now that Miao had just died, the third branch rushed here in a hurry, which was obviously not a good thing.

Madam Liu said, "The eldest lady knew that Miao was sent by the Marquis' Mansion, so she must have made some preparations before taking action. You don't have to worry about it."

Xie Fei was pounding medicine. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Of course I won't worry about it. I'm not the head of the family. Besides, not a penny of the Pei Mansion's property will fall on me."

But Mother Liu said that Xiao Shirong was well prepared, but Xie Fei disagreed.

Since the Chinese New Year, Xiao Shirong has become more and more crazy. He used to be restrained, but now his vicious thoughts are exposed.

She was so determined to get rid of Miao, whose belly was getting bigger and bigger, that she might not be able to think clearly about the consequences.

I hope I won't be forced into a corner by the third room.

In the main hall, a tall and thin woman with willow-shaped eyebrows and thin lips sat on a chair, sobbing and moaning softly.

Xiao Shirong drank his tea leisurely and said to the woman, "We are really sad that Sister Miao had such an accident. The master was even so sad that he is still unconscious."

The woman, the mistress of the third room, Pang Yizhi, did not have a pretty face.

She has high cheekbones, and a pair of murderous eyes that appear dull when she's not looking at them, which makes people easily let their guard down.

But once she has a target, she can immediately transform into a sinister and venomous snake, with a calculating gleam in her eyes.

At this moment, Pang Yizhi was very sad, and his slightly wrinkled face was full of grief.

"How could she fall into the well?" She wiped her tears gently and said sadly, "Feng'er was pregnant with Yuan'er's child, but she died with two lives. It's too pitiful."

Xiao Shirong was a little impatient and put the teacup heavily on the table.

"Third aunt is very well-informed. It has only been a few hours since Sister Miao left, and you have already rushed here. If you want to have a feast, you have to wait two days."

Pang Yizhi heard the hostility in Xiao Shirong's words, so he slowly wiped away the tears on his face, revealing a tough look that was completely different from before.

"I watched Feng'er grow up. I was planning to attend her baby's full moon celebration, but who knew this would happen? At least let me see her one last time so I can explain to her parents."

Xiao Shirong said calmly, "Miao Feng'er has entered the fourth room and become the master's concubine. She has nothing to do with her family. Our fourth room will handle her funeral. Third aunt doesn't need to worry about it."

"What are you talking about?" Pang Yizhizi frowned and said, "Not to mention that Feng'er was a girl from an honest family. She had the documents to take her as a concubine and was carried into the mansion in a proper manner. Now that she is dead, don't her family members have the right to even take a look at her?" Xiao Shirong was about to refute, but Pang Yizhizi refused to give her a chance to speak, and kept saying low things.

"Besides, Feng'er is related to me. She was chosen by the old lady herself and sent to Yuan'er to have children. Now she has drowned inexplicably. Even the old lady would like to ask how she died."

Pang Yizi's voice was not loud, but his tone was strong and he was full of confidence. He even brought up the old lady in the Marquis' Mansion, leaving Xiao Shirong speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Pang Yizhi softened his expression and said again: "If you don't explain the matter clearly today and give an explanation to Feng'er's family, rumors will definitely spread outside, which will not be good for your reputation."

Xiao Shirong no longer cared about his reputation.

After she lost her position as Crown Princess and was forced to marry a playboy, the endless days made her collapse and go crazy, and she didn't care about anything.

On the fruit plate on the table were the newly delivered cherries. Xiao Shirong picked one up, which was still stained with crystal clear water droplets.

"Third aunt," Xiao Shirong said, playing with cherries, smiling, "No matter what you say, this is my family's affair after all. Your third room is already a mess, why do you have to get involved in our affairs?"

This was already very impolite, but Pang Yizi just smiled without any anger.

"Shirong, Third Aunt sees that you are young, and your mother-in-law is only concerned with burning incense and chanting Buddha without giving you any advice, so she is afraid that you will leave yourself with troubles."

After a pause, Pang Yizhi said in a neutral tone, "The Miao family was once a family of meritorious service, but they fell into poverty, so they sent their daughter to be a concubine. Do you think they can really accept that their daughter died in an unclear manner?"

Xiao Shirong said coldly: "If you don't accept it, I will be a concubine! Once you marry into the Pei family, your life and death will have nothing to do with your parents' family!"

Pang Yizhi stopped trying to persuade her, and stood up and said, "It's only because your aunt indulges you. If it were another family, with your temper, you would have been divorced long ago."

Xiao Shirong felt a nameless anger in her heart and looked at Pang Yizhi coldly.

Pang Yizhi just said goodbye and left lightly.

As soon as she left, Xiao Shirong immediately called Su Lu.

"Burn Miao's body and bury it overnight."

Su Lu frowned and said, "Miao Xiaoniang has died tragically, do you want her body to be gone?"

Xiao Shirong leaned over, his sharp gaze like a sword, piercing straight into Su Lu.

"Who do you think you are to question me?"

Su Lu said calmly: "I have no doubts, but you even burned the body, doesn't it seem that there is something hidden?"

Xiao Shirong curled her lips and said, "So what if there is a hidden secret? There is no evidence. Even if the Miao family reports it to the authorities, can the government still torture me?"

Su Lu had no choice but to make the arrangements.

But somehow, the news reached the ears of the fake Pei Yuan.

The man had just woken up and had not yet recovered from the pain of Miao's murder, when he heard that Xiao Shirong was going to burn his favorite concubine and his own flesh and blood.

There is no "cremation" in Dajing. People only believe in burying their dead in the ground. If only ashes are left, the soul will be left without a place to rest.

The man who had been paralyzed in bed for days, unable to utter a complete sentence, struggled to throw himself under the bed and yelled out three words hysterically.

"Don't... burn..."

(End of this chapter)