Jin Qianqian never imagined that merely inheriting an estate would mysteriously grant her a spatial dimension. Unsure of where the space led—to an apocalypse, transmigration, or endless survival ...
Chapter 877 880. Toss
Li Cuicui's health finally recovered after her grandsons had work to do.
She was immersed in joy these days, but she didn't expect that there would be unrest in the backyard.
She called everyone together and said, "What are you doing? Will you not be satisfied until you finish their job?
Not to mention that you are still in mourning, even if you are, they are out on business, how can they have time to take care of their families?"
"Grandma," seeing that everyone kept their heads down and kept silent, Song Xiuniang cursed inwardly, then looked up and said, "We are not saying that we will follow you right away. We are still a few months away from the end of the mourning period. You must give us an explanation on how to arrange for us then.
Besides, when Uncle Qi went out on business, Aunt Qi followed him, didn't she? Why is it that it's not the same here?"
Jin Qianqian didn't expect this either. She thought it was just a small conflict between the families. How did it involve her?
He is planning to use her as a weapon. He is getting bolder and bolder.
Li Cuicui looked at Song Xiuniang and guessed that this matter was caused by her.
He slammed the table and said, "How dare you compare yourself with your Seventh Aunt?
If you have the ability, let your husband pass the imperial examination and become the top scholar. Then the old lady will take the lead and support you.
Your seventh uncle and your seventh aunt have both made their way forward step by step on their own without relying on their family at all.
Your husband’s achievements are all thanks to your seventh uncle. How dare you make such a comparison?
Song, old lady, I know what you are thinking. For all these years, you have no children and no one in your family has made things difficult for you.
We are kind, but don’t push your luck.”
Hearing this reason again, Song Xiuniang's face turned red, "Grandma, you still don't like me.
Do you think I want this? I also want to have a son and a daughter.
I also wanted to adopt the children of my other brothers, but you all disagreed.
I know you are all thinking about giving the Le family a concubine next year, or marrying another wife, but what is your basis? I have been married to the Gu family for so many years, and you just want to kick me out like this. "
Jin Qianqian frowned. She really didn't agree with what Song Xiuniang said. She had mentioned it to her eldest sister-in-law before, that if her brother didn't want to adopt the children, they could adopt two orphans from outside.
The child has been adopted since childhood and doesn't know anything. What's the difference between raising him well and having a biological child?
At least she could have peace and quiet and wouldn't be entangled with her biological parents. It seemed that her sister-in-law was willing, but Song Xiuniang rejected her.
In her words, after all, this child is not from the Gu family. Even if she raises the child, he will still be despised by the Gu family.
A child like this will be inferior to others in the Gu family in the future, so why should she do this thankless task?
Jin Qianqian was speechless after hearing this. Who would be willing to hand over their own child to her?
These years, everyone's life has been better and they can afford to raise children. Who would be willing to give the child to her?
What's more, it's obvious that this person is not someone who is easy to get along with. Even if she adopts a child from outside, Jin Qianqian will have someone help take care of the child to prevent the child from being abused in her hands.
As her thoughts turned to this, Jin Qianqian heard Xie Ruyi also stand up and angrily scolded, "Why don't you turn the house upside down? You won't be satisfied.
You know exactly what kind of person he is, yet you are fooling around with her."
Pointing to the other wives, she said, "You have sons and daughters, and the men in your family will never have the chance to take concubines in their lifetime. If they dare to have unfaithful thoughts, I will be the one to kick you out.
This time, your seventh uncle finally helped them find a job, and you also moved from farmers to government officials. Do you really want to ruin this? Are you happy to stay here together and plant a few acres of land?"
Song Xiuniang's face looked even uglier, as everyone was blaming her.
What had she done wrong? She just wanted to take a gamble at the last opportunity. There were good doctors everywhere in the capital. Maybe she could find a way to see the imperial physician and wait until next year to have a fat boy.
Now these people don't even give me this chance. Are they planning to kick me out after I'm done with my mourning?
She used her trump card, "Then the Le family shouldn't leave. I'd like him to be a farmer here, and I'll be a farmer's wife."
"Asshole," Xie Ruyi couldn't help herself any longer and slammed the table in front of her mother-in-law, "You are trying to ruin my son. I'm telling you, even if you separate, you can't make the decision on this matter."
Xie Ruyi turned to Li Cuicui and said, "Mother, I dare not keep a daughter-in-law like this any longer. Please make the decision, mother."
When Xie Ruyi said this, everyone was stunned.
Song Xiuniang was the first to react, "You want to divorce me? Isn't this ancient family rule a joke?"
Jin Qianqian frowned slightly and discovered the loophole. This family rule is to restrain the members of the Gu family, but it also opens another window for people with evil intentions.
If they marry another daughter-in-law like Song Xiuniang in the future, the Gu family will have to bear the consequences.
It seems that we have to add the element of virtue in the future, so that the children of the Gu family can have a way out.
Although she also looked down on some of the ancient music family's behavior, Song Xiuniang's enthusiasm would have been out of control if she hadn't been under pressure from so many elders.
Song Xiuniang had been secretly observing Jin Qianqian. Seeing that she was frowning, she thought that she agreed and rushed over to grab Jin Qianqian.
Jin Qianqian was caught off guard by this sudden action and was frightened. Before she could say anything, the maid behind her flipped her hand and immediately grabbed Song Xiuniang's arm.
I pinched her acupuncture points, causing her to let go instantly due to the pain, but she also cried out in pain, "What are you doing? Let go quickly, you're hurting me."
Unexpectedly, the maid ignored her and turned to admit her mistake, "Madam, it was all my negligence. Please punish me, Madam."
Mingdan finally got the chance to work for the lady, and he was always cautious in his daily life.
But the peaceful life in Gaoling Village these days made her a little lax. Just now, she accidentally let Song succeed and hurt Madam's hand. It was all her fault.
"Go back and find the housekeeper to accept the punishment." Jin Qianqian glanced at her. Even if the matter was over, the real troublemaker was Song. "Song, what were you thinking just now?"
Jin Qianqian asked coldly, and Song Xiuniang stopped struggling, "Aunt Seven, quickly let this slave girl let go, she's hurting me.
I just wanted to get close to you, but who knew this bitch would suddenly attack me."
Jin Qianqian gently lifted up her sleeves, revealing her wrists. Her originally fair wrists were now red.
Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Song Xiuniang.
Liu Liu exclaimed, “Song, no one dares to take you up on this level.
I didn't expect that although you don't do anything on weekdays, you have such a strong hand.
Your Seventh Aunt is precious, how can a humble woman like you offend her?"
Now, everyone in the village respects Jin Qianqian even more.
Because in addition to being a first-rank lady, she is also the mother of Earl Cheng'an.
It would be fine if he didn't want to make friends, but he even wanted to kill me.
Only the seventh brother and the two children are not here, otherwise, would Song Xiuniang still have room to speak?
(End of this chapter)