Villain: Blackening the protagonist at the beginning, the beautiful senior sister

Rong Wanjing is no exception. Especially in spring and summer, she loves to lie in the shade of trees to enjoy the coolness.

At this time, a young man was sitting under the shade of the tree.

His facial features were handsome and delicate, his eyebrows were as sharp as a sword, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his pupils were dark, as quiet and cold as an ancient well in a deep pool, and there was a strong and domineering aura lingering around him.

"Brother, I heard that you killed someone again last night." Rong Wanjing's tone was lazy, with a slight smile, but there was sarcasm in her eyes, as if she was mocking Rong Yuan for killing innocent people indiscriminately.

Rong Yuan glanced at her expressionlessly, "Yeah."

Rong Wanjing snorted softly, "Brother, I remember I once told you to stop killing innocent people indiscriminately, so as not to be feared by the emperor."

Rong Yuan sneered coldly, "Do you still have the heart to worry about me?"

"You..." Rong Wanjing's face heated up, "I'm just reminding you. It doesn't matter if you don't appreciate me. Why are you teasing me like this?"

"You're overthinking, I'm not that kind." Rong Yuan replied coldly.

Rong Wanjing bit her lip, deep grievance welled up in her heart, and tears instantly filled her eyes, "Brother, why don't you believe me? Don't you want to listen to my explanation?"

Rong Yuan's face was cold and hard, "You are not worthy of my trust."

Rong Wanjing stamped her feet angrily, turned around and left.

……

A small building halfway up the mountain.

Rong Wanjing pushed the door open and entered. The incense burner was burning and smoke filled the room.

A tall woman was sitting at the table, using the lid of a tea cup to fiddle with the tea leaves floating in the tea soup.

Seeing her coming in, the woman suppressed the smile on her face and asked coldly: "Didn't you say you have something to ask me for? Tell me what you want."

Rong Wanjing walked over and knelt down, lowering her head, "Mother, my daughter has something to report to you."

"Oh?" The woman raised her eyebrows, sipping tea slowly with a tea cup in hand, and said casually: "Say."

"My daughter has found out that Rong Wanxian is a fake." Rong Wanjing raised her head, her eyes flashing with resentment, "I have already transferred the batch of silver to the accounting room of Jingzhao Yin Mansion, and I will let that batch of silver coins go to the accounting room of Jingzhao Yin Mansion later." A steward went to Jingzhao Yin Mansion to report the case."

"Fake?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Where did you get this news from?"

"My daughter sent someone to meet a beggar selling candied haws in the market. He told her that a man with his face covered secretly stuffed him with twenty taels of silver last night."

Hearing this, Mrs. Rong frowned, "Sneaky? This Rong Wanxian is quite courageous. She actually dares to forge her own Geng Tie."

She played with the tea cup and said casually: "How are you going to deal with this matter?"

"Of course it's to report to the official." Rong Wanjing said, "Mother, how can our family's money be taken by others if they want?"

Mrs. Rong nodded, "I already know about this. Please step back first. I will arrange for someone to handle this matter."

Rong Wanjing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and bowed to Mrs. Rong, "Thank you, mother."

Mrs. Rong waved her hand and signaled her to retreat.

After Rong Wanjing left, Mrs. Rong suddenly stood up and shouted from behind the screen: "Alan!"

Behind the screen, a woman wearing a green shirt walked out.

She is about thirty years old, with sallow skin, high cheekbones, a sunken nose, and ordinary appearance. Her name is Chen Lan, Mrs. Rong’s nanny.

Mrs. Rong looked at Chen Lan and smiled coldly, "I asked you to stare at those two bitches, did you stare?"

Chen Lan lowered her head and said in fear: "This old slave deserves to be punished, Madam."