After the general left, Lian Jinyu was so angry that she reached out and pushed the things on the table to the ground. Seeing this, Madam Hong immediately picked them up and said, "Madam, calm down..."

Lian Jinyu looked at the tiger-head shoes in her hand, which were An Mingchen's, and sighed, holding the shoes in her hand: "Madam Hong, do you think I have been too careless about the general recently? Lian Jinrong has been favored again and again, and now her daughter is competing with Qingran for the title of legitimate daughter. I know what she is thinking. I am afraid she is still thinking about my title as the mistress of the house. I believe she has changed her ways. I am so stupid."

Madam Hong also sighed: "Madam, think about the bright side. After all, the general still favors you, right? Otherwise, why didn't he mention making her his equal wife, but only asked you to recognize An Yanran?"

"Co-wife? Isn't it just a matter of time?" Lian Jinyu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Nanny Hong didn't know how to persuade her, so she just said something to reassure her and asked her to think about her two children and not to hurt herself by getting angry.

Lian Jinyu would not get herself into trouble with anger, but she was already feeling sad and annoyed. Was it true that as long as she was the mistress of the general's mansion, the fight would never stop? When would this end?

Nanny Hong felt that she was not good at talking, so she hoped that Miss An would come at this moment. She was the smartest and could often persuade her mother with just a few words.

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Lanxiao Pavilion.

Lian Jinrong said as she sorted out An Mingxuan's clothes: "Mingxuan, did you remember what your mother told you? Now you must behave well. Studying hard will be good for you. If you don't behave well, you will be even more unpopular in front of your father now that you have a younger brother, right?"

An Mingxuan has become much more sensible than he was a year ago, especially after what happened with Qin Yaozu. He knows that this general's mansion does not belong to him and someone can snatch it away from him at any time.

So, he nodded seriously: "I remember, mother."

"Well, when you see your father later, do you know what to do?"

"My son understands."

An Zhongtao really came later. As soon as he entered the room, he saw An Mingchen sitting at the table writing. He didn't say anything, but quietly walked behind him. He saw that although his handwriting was not elegant, it had improved. He nodded slightly. Lian Jinrong smiled and walked forward: "General, I made tea for you..."