Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 495 The Unfaithful and Unjust Son 6

The people in the manor were all injured by Qingmo, so they wanted to eat something good to replenish their strength.

But the housekeeper only served the family of four four bowls of plain porridge.

"How dare you, you lackeys! How dare you treat your own son so cruelly? Is this even fit for human consumption?"

The housekeeper is in a difficult position too!

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied tremblingly, "Your Highness, please calm down. This... this servant didn't want to do it either!"

"But the manor's money is not enough to cover expenses, so the lady ordered us to cut back on food and clothing."

Wei Jinyuan trembled with rage and overturned the bowl of porridge to the ground: "Insolence! Are you trying to fool me, Your Majesty?"

"How could our noble family be so poor that we only deserve to drink plain porridge?!"

Liu Ruyan leaned weakly against the chair, her face pale and her eyes filled with tears: "My lord... I really can't bear it anymore..."

"How can this bland, watery soup possibly help heal a wound..."

Wei Ze couldn't help but grit his teeth and say, "Father, Mother... no, Madam, she's deliberately trying to torture us to death!"

After hearing what the others said, Wei Jinyuan became even angrier.

"Go and bring me the household account books."

"I want to see where all the money went. Did that bitch take it to subsidize the Marquis's mansion?"

The butler rolled his eyes inwardly, speechless.

Even subsidizing her own family?!

The Duke really has no self-awareness; he's the one who's living off a woman.

Over the years, the Duke's mansion has only been able to maintain its outward appearance of prosperity thanks to the subsidies from the lady's dowry.

He thought this to himself, but the steward didn't dare say it aloud, and quickly went to bring over the account books.

An hour later.

Wei Jinyuan sat in his study and slammed his hand on the table, rising to his feet.

"What? That's all the silver left in the account?"

He glared at the trembling accountant in front of him. "I remember there was a surplus of three thousand taels last month!"

The accountant's forehead was beaded with cold sweat: "Reporting to the Duke, in the past, most of the household expenses were subsidized by the Madam."

"Now, Madam... Madam has taken back all her dowry..."

Wei Jinyuan choked up.

Only then did he remember.

Over the years, the original owner's dowry has indeed filled a significant portion of the Duke's mansion's deficits.

Although his salary was generous, how could he not spend money on official social obligations and personal favors?

Not to mention Wei Ze, that kid, with his extravagant spending habits.

He also kept Liu Ruyan as a mistress, and every month he had to send her a large sum of money.

"Go, invite Madam over." Wei Jinyuan suppressed his anger.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Qingmo gracefully entered the study.

Today she wore a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with only a plain silver hairpin in her hair, making her look as cold and aloof as frost and snow.

"The Duke is looking for me?" she asked in a distant tone.

Wei Jinyuan stared at his wife of twenty years and suddenly felt a sense of estrangement.

Where has that gentle and obedient lady gone?

"Madam, what about the household expenses..." he began with difficulty.

Qingmo smiled slightly: "Does Your Excellency want to inquire about the accounts?"

She took out a booklet from her sleeve. "This is a detailed record of my dowry expenses over the years. Please take a look, Your Excellency."

Wei Jinyuan opened the booklet and became increasingly alarmed as he read on.

From fine silks and satins to antiques and calligraphy, from Wei Ze's tuition fees to the renovations of the mansion, everything was supported by her dowry.

“This…” Wei Jinyuan’s face flushed.

Qingmo gave a cold laugh, her slender white fingers lightly tapping the ledger: "Has the Duke seen it clearly?"

"Over the years, everything the household has spent has been from my dowry."

She slowly and deliberately put away the account book, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes: 'I'm merely taking back what's mine, and the Duke can't even handle it?'

Wei Jinyuan's face turned ashen, but he remained silent.

Liu Ruyan, who was listening from the side, was also shocked. She had never expected that the Duke's mansion was just an empty shell!

Then all those years of living in luxury, weren't they all thanks to this slut's dowry?

Wei Ze was struck dumb.

He was extravagant from a young age, thinking that the Duke's mansion was as rich as a country, but he didn't realize that he was spending all of his mother's money!

Qingmo glanced at the three of them, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Since the Duke finds plain porridge too meager, how about this—"

She clapped her hands, and Jinzhu immediately came in carrying a brocade box.

"Here is one hundred taels of silver."

"If Your Excellency wishes to eat well, then take this and spend it."

A hint of joy flashed in Wei Jinyuan's eyes, and he was about to reach out to take it—

"but..."

"But what?"

Qingmo's eyes darted around, and a half-smile crept onto her face.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch. If the Duke wants money, he'll have to exchange it for something."

"what do you want?"

"Well... there is a wealthy merchant who has heard that Consort Liu is so beautiful that she has captivated the Duke, so he wants to have a chat with her."

"What?!"

Wei Jinyuan flew into a rage, "Shameless, audacious hussy, how dare you..."

"Slap!" Granny Rong slapped her across the face.

"Lord Duke, I told you last time that you should be careful when speaking to the Madam."

Wei Jinyuan staggered from the blow, and half of his face swelled up instantly.

He covered his burning cheek, his eyes filled with anger.

"You lowly...lowly slave..."

It was an utter disgrace that he had been beaten by a lackey time and time again.

With her hands on her hips, Rong Momo sneered, "Your Excellency, this old servant advises you to be sensible. Now it is the Madam who is in charge."

Qingmo gently raised her hand, stopping Rong Mama from speaking.

She walked slowly to Wei Jinyuan and looked down at him.

"Lord Duke, have you thought this through?"

“You used to not care about this hundred taels of silver, but now you can’t even pay the monthly wages of the servants in your household.”

"If people find out about this, the Duke's mansion will probably lose all face."

She shook the brocade box in her hand, "As long as Aunt Liu goes to accompany that wealthy merchant..."

"Heh, you'll have a steady stream of money from now on. Women? They're not important."

"Don't even think about it!" Liu Ruyan screamed and rushed to Wei Jinyuan's feet.

"My lord, I would rather starve to death than suffer this humiliation!"

Liu Ruyan's biological son, Wei Jin, also struggled to crawl over: "Father! You mustn't!"

"This...this is my mother! How could she do something so disgraceful to the family!"

Wei Jinyuan's face was ashen, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Madam, you're forcing me..."

"Forcing you?"

Qingmo suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha... What a wonderful word 'b*t!"

She abruptly stopped smiling, her eyes sharp as knives.

"So what if I force you?"

"Believe it or not, I can get the Imperial Concubine to speak on my behalf tomorrow and strip your Duke's title."

As his wife, it was naturally easy for her to learn some of his secrets.

Wei Jinyuan understood, Qingmo understood, only Liu Ruyan did not.

She was destined to be abandoned by the man she loved.

"Sir, you can't..."

Liu Ruyan tugged at his sleeve, tears streaming down her face.

Wei Jinyuan turned away, no longer looking at her, his voice tinged with weariness: "Then... let's do as Madam wishes!"

Liu Ruyan was dragged away by Rong Momo, and her two sons looked at their father in disbelief.

They never imagined that their revered father would...

Hey! Have fun!

They have money to eat better now.