After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

Jiang Mianmian sat upright with a serious expression.

She was sitting straight, not lounging casually.

Her position allowed her to see the stage.

However, there was a partition separating her from the men's section.

During banquets, men and women sat separately, even entering through different entrances.

The women had their own designated area.

Today, only two people had brought their family members.

One was Madam Yu, the wife of Lord Yu, who was also a former rebel who had accepted amnesty. She felt a bit constrained, as she had been ostracized at previous banquets and had prepared herself for an awkward situation. However, upon first seeing Mrs. Jiang, she immediately felt a sense of kinship, as if she had found a long-lost relative.

The other was the family member of Lord He.

She was a socially adept woman, dressed in vibrant colors.

Her husband was responsible for hosting guests, and she was well aware of this, so her smile was genuine.

Because there were no other women present, it was just these few, which made things simpler.

When Madam He entered, she noticed that the Jiang family's inner quarters were not chaotic at all, but rather well-organized.

Of course, the Jiang family was naturally uncomplicated, with no concubines, only Mrs. Jiang and three children.

The eldest daughter was already married but still living in her parents' home.

This was also a point of criticism for some.

People thought Commander Jiang was just a commoner with no sense of propriety.

But what puzzled everyone was that the Meng family had actually agreed to it.

People assumed that the Jiang family's eldest daughter must be a breathtakingly beautiful woman, capable of causing turmoil.

Otherwise, how could she have so easily captivated the Young General from the Capital, from a family with only one heir for generations, who was willing to stay and insist on marrying her?

Given Commander Jiang's appearance, one could imagine his daughter's beauty.

Indeed, beauty can be fatal.

Regarding the story of how the Meng Young General, who came to pacify rebels, ended up being seduced by a rebel's daughter's beauty and asking for her hand in marriage, there were already several versions circulating.

In everyone's minds, Commander Jiang's eldest daughter, now Mrs. Meng, must be an extraordinary girl with deep schemes.

Those who taught their daughters the art of household politics had already added this case to their textbooks as a key example.

Especially for those young ladies who were about to be married.

Jiang Yu was extremely busy, meticulously preparing the banquet food.

She was completely unaware that her reputation had been demonized.

Not just in the Provincial Capital, but even in the Capital City, there were legends about her.

In people's mouths, she was as alluring as Daji, bewitching the Meng Young General to the point where he lost his soul and wouldn't return home.

Today's banquet was said to be hosted by the eldest daughter.

This added another layer of mystery to Jiang Yu's reputation.

Madam Yu, upon entering these inner quarters, envied their tranquility.

After her husband accepted amnesty and moved to the Provincial Capital, he had taken a noble concubine.

When going out for social engagements, he would bring the concubine, usually leaving no opportunity for her, the official wife.

She often made a fool of herself when she did go out, so she preferred not to.

However, today at Mrs. Jiang's place, she unexpectedly felt comfortable and at ease.

So Madam Yu began to show a bit of her true nature...

"That's right, that's right, you want chicks with perky bottoms, they'll lay eggs better in the future."

"Lemongrass is edible, really. If you pinch off the tenderest heart, blanch it quickly, and eat it, it helps with constipation."

Jiang Mianmian sat at the table, obediently listening, her strange knowledge increasing once again.

She looked at Madam Yu with admiration, pushing some pastries towards her. She knew so much.

Madam He observed the uninhibited Madam Yu and the composed Mrs. Jiang, marveling at how different people could be.

She had visited the Yu family's inner quarters before, which were in complete disarray.

The concubine lived in the main room, while the official wife lived in a side room. This Madam Yu had given birth to three daughters, and now these three girls actually had to show respect to the concubine. The eldest, who was of marriageable age, was even being taken out by the noble concubine to meet potential suitors.

In any case, the Yu family's domestic affairs had become a laughingstock in the Provincial Capital.

Now that the Jiang family had arrived, people wondered if they would become the new subject of gossip.

However, neither Madam He nor Madam Yu had yet seen the eldest daughter who was rumored to be as beautiful and alluring as Daji. But the young girl before them looked as if she had been cast from the same mold as Commander Jiang.

Although still young, one could already foresee her future breathtaking beauty.

It wasn't the kind of bewitching appearance, but rather open and bright, with a bit of roundness to her face. She clearly came from a loving family where she wanted for nothing, her gaze direct and confident.

She didn't avoid eye contact or shrink back, but carried herself with poise.

Inexplicably, she had the bearing of someone of high status.

Madam He felt a bit uncomfortable when this young girl looked at her.

Madam Yu, however, didn't notice and happily ate the pastries the girl pushed towards her.

"Dong!"

A sound rang out.

Mianmian's song and dance troupe took the stage.

Mianmian had been bustling about recently, very busy indeed.

She had been working with Pangya to prepare her song and dance troupe members.

First of all, they definitely needed unified costumes.

When a group wears the same outfit, it creates a better visual effect for a chorus.

Originally, she had wanted to use qipaos.

She had drawn out the designs for the clothes, ready to have them made, when her mother chased her around the entire residence with a rolling pin.

In the end, she was caught and given a beating.

Then she was forced to change her approach.

It seemed that even for her brother's birthday, things needed to be proper.

They still had to do something appropriate.

Showing too much chest or leg would be somewhat inappropriate for children.

So they settled on unified navy blue robes.

They covered everything thoroughly, from head to toe.

And they weren't see-through.

Very proper.

The clothes were also relatively simple, so they could be made in time. Qipaos would have been impossible to finish.

The curtain opened.

Everyone saw a stage with nine people sitting on it.

They were dressed solemnly and gravely, as if it were a religious ceremony.

No one knew what to expect.

Then they heard them start singing in perfect unison:

"Happy birthday to you, dong~~~"

"Happy birthday to you, dun~~~"

They sang while playing instruments.

There were erhu, huqin, wooden fish, and copper bells.

The singing sounded more like accumulating merit than celebrating a birthday, solemn and dignified.

It was so moving that one filial son in the audience started to tear up, thinking he should hire this group to perform this song for his mother's third-year memorial service. It would be grand.

Jiang Changtian... his mouth twitched slightly.

He knew this was his little daughter's birthday gift for Feng, and she had insisted on keeping it a secret.

To prepare this birthday gift, his little daughter had already been beaten once by her mother, crying her heart out, and had complained to him in secret several times.

However, at home, he had to defer to his wife.

And this was the result.

It was hard to evaluate.

While the lyrics were about a happy birthday, the tone and rhythm made it feel more like wishing someone a happy seventh day after death.

It gave a sense of returning to one's ancestors, resting in peace.

It made people feel like they should be offering condolences.

Jiang Feng, however, listened with tears in his eyes.

He knew that his sister must have come from the same place as him.

This was their special connection.

The songs his sister liked were just this eerie.

When the old woman struck the drum at the beginning, with that "dong" sound, he seemed to see a trembling hand reaching out from the earth.

This song was peaceful, and listening to it felt relaxing.

This was a song just for him.

He felt good about it.

Happy birthday.

He wanted to request this song for every birthday from now on.