Madam Caught Me in an Affair, But I'm the Marquis's Own Daughter!

After waking up one morning, the Marchioness's personality changed completely. She insisted that she and the Marquis live as a child-free couple.

With no children to tie them down, they could roam the world together, carefree and unrestrained.

The Old Madam was so furious she nearly had a heart attack. She sent women to the Marquis's room, but the Marchioness drove every one of them out.

She felt uneasy, always worried that someone was secretly trying to seduce the Marquis.

So she made a rule: every day, all of us had to line up and let her sniff us one by one.

The month before last, she caught one woman and sold her to a brothel, where she died serving customers.

Last month, she caught another and married her off to a blind beggar.

This time, she leaned toward me, twitched her nose, and her face turned vicious.

"I can smell the Marquis on you!"

"In our time, you would still be a child, and you'd already be trying to seduce someone? What a little slut!"

"Take her away and beat her to death! Let's see who dares after that!"

Huh?

She's going to beat me to death?

She must have terrible relationships with everyone. Is there really no one in this household who has told her I'm the Marquis's long-lost biological daughter?