The First Madam frowned as she listened: "Wouldn't I lose face? As the legal wife, how could I let that little slut climb up right under my nose? What will the other wives think of me?"

Cuiping lowered her head: "Madam, have you forgotten the tricks those little bitches use? People only pity the weak, and the more miserable you are, the more they will think you are right."

The First Madam slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "So, according to you, I'm the same as that little slut?"

"Please calm down, Madam. That's not what I meant." Cuiping's legs went weak and she knelt down.

“Mother.” Sang Rui walked between Cui Ping and the First Madam: “I think this plan is feasible. Just think, once this matter reaches the ears of the Emperor and my elder sister, will that little slut still be able to marry Father?”

Seeing that Sang Rui had said this, the First Madam sat back down. After thinking for a while, she nodded and said, "Alright, let's do as you say. But how can I go out now that I'm confined by the Master?"

Sang Rui stepped forward and sat down next to her, taking her hand in hers: "Mother, you still have me."

The First Madam looked up at Sang Rui: "Rui'er means..."

“Yes.” Sang Rui nodded.

...

The next morning, news spread throughout the capital of Dongchen Kingdom that the Prime Minister had not only cheated on his wife with a concubine but also gotten her pregnant. In the end, because the maid cried, made a scene, and even threatened to hang herself, she actually beat up the First Madam.

The first to receive the news was Long Jingchen. She frowned as she looked at the kneeling guard below her: "I know. Don't tell the Imperial Concubine about this yet."

The guard nodded and withdrew.

Long Jingchen looked at Yang Qi again, his eyes filled with frost: "Go and summon the Prime Minister."

"This servant obeys the decree." Yang Qi accepted the order and walked directly out of the palace.

The Prime Minister's Residence.

When Sang Hongfu received Yang Qilai's message, he was still taking care of Yang Liu, who had been taken to his yard by Yang Qilai.

Yang Liu sat weakly on the bed, leaning against the edge, eating the porridge that Sang Hongfu fed her, bite by bite.

The guard knocked on the door: "Master, someone from the palace has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Sang Hongfu paused slightly in his hand holding the porridge. The Sang family was in the eye of the storm, and he didn't know whether the arrival of people from the palace was a good or bad thing.

Yang Liu smiled at him and said, "My lord, please go and take a look. I can take care of myself."

Sang Hongfu reached out and patted her hand: "Wait for me to come back."

After saying that, he handed the porridge in his hand to Xiaohui, straightened his clothes, and turned to leave.

Sang Hongfu saw Yang Qi from afar as he walked to the front of the main hall, and he quickly quickened his pace to walk forward.

"Lord Yang." Sang Hongfu greeted him politely, "What are you doing standing here, Lord Yang? Please have a seat. Someone, bring some tea."

Yang Qi nodded: "Lord Sang, you are too kind. There is no need to go to trouble yourself. We are here today because the Emperor wants to invite you to the palace."

Sang Hongfu looked at him, unable to discern his emotions for a moment. He took two steps forward, pulled Yang Qi aside, and asked, "Lord Yang, do you know why the Emperor has summoned me here?"

Yang Qi glanced at him. He hadn't originally planned to say anything, but thinking of Sang Ruo and Sang Jiang, he still revealed a little: "Things haven't been peaceful at your residence lately."

Sang Hongfu was stunned. He had already ordered people to suppress this matter yesterday. How did the Emperor know about it?

They even sent someone to summon him to the palace.

"Please, sir." Yang Qi gestured for him to proceed without waiting for him to say anything more.