That night, nestled in her mother's soft embrace, Leng Qingxue, whose sleep quality had been greatly reduced, slept soundly and dreamlessly, a rare night of sleep.

A few days later, just as the mother said, the two moved back from the remote village outside Beijing to the three-story courtyard that Yu'er had mentioned.

The yard is large and grand.

Yu'er left the best courtyard in the mansion to Qingxue, and the mother and daughter had long forgotten the dirty and troublesome affairs in the Leng Mansion.

He happily directed his servants to decorate and renovate the mansion, replace furniture, choose screens, and lay pebbles. He lived a comfortable and happy life.

A scene of peace and harmony.

The inner quarters of Marquis Dingyuan's mansion were a completely different scene.

News came from the front yard. As soon as the prince entered the door, he was invited directly into the lady's Chunju Hall by the personal maid who was ordered by the lady of Dingyuan Marquis to wait at the door of the outer courtyard.

What a coincidence, these days Wang Yanning, the eldest daughter of the Wang family, comes to visit every day under the pretext of showing filial piety to the elders.

Every day, I unexpectedly run into my cousin who is returning from work.

Xie Jingcheng had just finished his shift, and he had not yet taken off his scarlet official robe. He had a black gauze hat on his head, a fair face and thin lips, what a handsome scholar he was.

But he looked indifferent, with dignified and cold eyes, which made Wang Yanning's eyes sparkle as she wished she could stand up early to greet him.

Her eyes were fixed on the elegant and graceful young man who strode forward with his back straight and entered the hall.

The young man who was educated in a wealthy family has moderation in every move he makes.

He stood in the hall and kowtowed to his mother who was sitting above him.

"My son greets his mother, may she be well."

The wife of Marquis Dingyuan values ​​her legitimate son the most, and he is such a son who brings her honor.

He didn't even bother to drink the tea in his hand, and greeted his son from afar.

She hurriedly put down the cup, and the bottom of the cup made a small muffled sound when it hit the table, but she seemed not to notice.

While repeatedly asking his beloved son to stand up, he did not forget to instruct the maids in Chunju Hall to quickly serve the tea fruit that the prince loved most.

The maids and servants who served Kasugatake were very observant and knew that their master was coming, so they prepared tea and snacks in the kitchen early.

As soon as you arrive, tea and fruits will be served.

As per custom, the mother and son exchanged a few pleasantries, talking to each other.

At this time, Mrs. Hou seemed to remember something. She stroked her forehead helplessly and smiled at her handsome son.

"I am old after all, and I am a little useless. I even forgot that your cousin is still here."

Having said that, without waiting for his son's reaction, he turned around with a smile and waved to Wang Yanning, who had been sitting silently beside him.

He treated her like a close junior, without any awkwardness at all.

The little girl, with a smile on her face and a beating heart, glanced at her cousin out of the corner of her eye. His face was still as handsome as it was yesterday.

It was so exciting and passionate to watch.

Suddenly I heard my aunt calling me, and I was confused for a moment.

With her red lips slightly parted and a handkerchief twirled between her fingertips, she looked into her aunt's smiling eyes.

The little girl, realizing she had lost her composure, quickly suppressed her complicated emotions, composed her expression, straightened her body, and slowly stood up.

She walked gently and approached her cousin who was sitting in the first seat below her, bowing slightly.

"Cousin Wanan."

The woman was a delicate woman, and when she bowed, her waist was so thin that it looked like it could not be grasped.

The men next to him would probably feel so much pity when they saw this.

But the man sitting in the chair, sipping tea leisurely, had eyes as beautiful as a picture, but there was no trace of pity in his eyes.

Even though he raised his hand lightly to tell his cousin not to be so polite, his every move was polite but also distant.

Xie Jingcheng stayed in Chunju Hall for about an incense stick of time.

Looking at her cousin's cold back as he left, Wang Yanning tightened the handkerchief in her hand, just like her current mood.

Compared with the great expectations before, there is only a deep sense of loss and resentment now.

The resentful cousin is too stubborn to understand the girl's secret love.

In the inner courtyard of Marquis Dingyuan's Mansion, the courtyard where the Crown Prince's Consort was staying was gloomy at this time.

In the bedroom, which was thick with the lingering smell of medicine, the violent coughing seemed to be killing someone.

The coughing went on and on, continuously, as if he would not stop until blood came out of his throat, and it was so fierce and powerful.

Even though Leng Qingyun took a lot of medicine without hesitation, she still couldn't save her dilapidated body that was leaking air from all sides.

Although she was weak, she still forced herself to get up.

The young noble lady is now emaciated by illness.

"You said, you said our master was invited to Chunju Hall by mother-in-law again."

"Wang Yanning is here too, hahaha... How ridiculous! I, the daughter-in-law in charge, am still alive. What other mother-in-law is as bad as mine? She's already rushing to find a new husband for her son before her daughter-in-law is even dead."

Wangyue, who was standing behind his master as an invisible man, had sharp ears. Hearing his master's hateful words, he wished he could lower his head even lower.

Leng Qingyun, who was full of anger, felt that everything was not going well, not only her parents' family but also her husband's family.

Wang Yanning disregarded the dignity of a girl in the boudoir and came to seduce a married man.

She just doesn't want to let her do what she wants!

Leng Qingyun, who was filled with resentment, had an idea in mind. She cheered herself up and waved to Wangyue behind her to come forward.

The master and servant whispered a few words to each other, and Wangyue hurried out the door.

Leng Qingyun was left in the dim inner room, sitting on the couch in a daze, powerless.

When I was alone, I couldn't help but think of the stepmother who was willing to break up with her father for her own daughter.

To be honest, she has never liked her since she was a child. After all, who would like a woman who takes his mother's place?

Both of them are destined not to be filial daughters and loving mothers.

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