On the day of the old lady's birthday banquet, the hall was full of guests.
A young girl knelt in front of the palace of the Marquis of Jing'an, holding an old jade in her hand, crying and saying that she was the Marquis' daughter who was living abroad.
The second room helped, the guests whispered, and the father was silent.
Everyone was waiting to see Shen Lingyi lose his composure.
But she just put down the tea cup, helped the girl up with her own hands, and said warmly: "Since she is of my father's blood, the Marquis Mansion will not treat her badly."
The girl's eyes were filled with joy.
The next moment, Shen Lingyi turned around and ordered: "Seal the accounting room, ask the clan elders, and check the old books. Open the ancestral hall tomorrow and recognize relatives according to the rules."
Later, everyone in the capital knew that the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Jing'an was the most gentle and polite person.
But only Xie Xuandu had seen her. She opened the account book in the night, touched a sum of old silver with her fingertips, and said softly:
"Thank you, sir, for lending me the knife."
This is a story about an aboriginal noble girl who opposes a time-travelling girl.
She had no system, no prophet, and no good fortune.
She only has the rules she learned from her family.
And rules can kill people.
Purpose: Seeing clearly the shackles of the old order, we must also have the courage to rebuild a new order.