Chapter 14 Aunt Zhao Takes Charge of the Household

Chu Ruohan bowed slightly, "Father, I'm sorry I can't obey your order. I'm still young and have never managed a household before. I'm afraid I can't handle this important task."

Marquis Anyang frowned, his face showing displeasure: "Ruohan, this is a difficult time for the Marquis's Mansion, how can you refuse?"

"Father, it's not that I'm unwilling to share the burden of the Marquis' Mansion, but I know that my abilities are limited." Chu Ruohan's tone was still gentle but revealed a sense of determination.

"On the contrary, Aunt Zhao has been in the mansion for many years and is familiar with the affairs of the mansion. She is also smart and capable. It might be more appropriate for her to be in charge of the household affairs."

Chu Ruohan’s refusal made Anyang Hou very angry, and he turned his gaze to Gu Junze who was standing beside him.

Gu Junze's face was as calm as water, and his eyes showed a kind of indifference, as if the turmoil before him had nothing to do with him.

Didn't Anyang Hou know this? The couple didn't want to get involved in this matter at all.

Although Marquis Anyang was angry, he had no choice at the moment. "Hmph! In that case, let Aunt Zhao take charge of the household chores temporarily." After saying that, he turned away.

When Aunt Zhao learned that the Marquis wanted to hand over the household affairs to her, she was immediately overjoyed and excited.

After so many years, the Marquis finally remembered her.

Aunt Zhao quickly approached the Marquis of Anyang, stretched out her plump arm and tightly grasped his arm, saying in a sweet and coquettish voice, "Don't worry, Marquis. I will definitely keep this mansion in perfect order and will never let you worry."

As he spoke, he twisted his bloated body, with a fawning smile on his face.

Marquis Anyang felt a wave of nausea in his stomach. He frowned and tried to suppress the discomfort, his eyes inadvertently falling on Aunt Zhao.

In the past, Zhao Wan'er had a graceful figure, a slender waist, and her eyes were full of agility and charm.

But now, he is bloated, like a fat pig that only knows how to eat and drink, and there is no trace of his former grace.

Marquis Anyang sighed inwardly, wondering how she had indulged herself over the years to become what she is now.

He frowned slightly, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he calmly pulled his arm out, as if it would be defiled if he stayed for a moment longer.

Then he turned around in a hurry, leaving Aunt Zhao standing there, her face full of embarrassment, stamping her feet unwillingly.

It had been a long time since she had seen the Marquis. Except for the holidays, the Marquis would avoid her whenever he saw her.

It's all because of this fat body, but she just can't control her mouth...

"Aunt, the prince's wife is here." The maid reported softly.

"What is she doing here? Could it be that she knows that the Marquis wants to hand over the household affairs of the mansion to me, so she rushes here to please him?"

Aunt Zhao had only met Chu Ruohan once, at Gu Chengan's funeral hall.

She sat on the specially customized chair, smoothed the hair on her forehead, and said with a calm attitude, "Forget it, let her in."

Chu Ruohan walked into the house gracefully. Looking at Aunt Zhao's hostess-like demeanor, she couldn't help but shake her head inwardly. Was she probably still waiting for her to greet her?

Idiot, do you really think that just by taking charge of household expenses, you will become the mistress of this house?

Chu Ruohan is the wife of the prince of Anyang Marquis's Mansion. Who is Aunt Zhao? She is not even half an elder. She is just a concubine.

She ignored Aunt Zhao's arrogance and walked straight to a chair nearby and sat down.

When Aunt Zhao saw this, she felt uncomfortable as if she had been scratched by a cat, but she didn't dare to get angry. The reason was that the eldest son had been promoted to the crown prince, and Chu Ruohan was the crown prince's wife, so how could she afford to offend her?

Sooner or later, the Anyang Marquis Mansion will belong to them and their spouses.

"Young Madam, how come you have time to come to me?"

"I heard that my father asked you to take charge of the household chores. This is a big event in the mansion, so I came here specially to congratulate you, Aunt." Chu Ruohan gently raised her hand, picked up the lid of the teacup, and moved the tea leaves floating on the surface.

She took a sip of hot tea to moisten her throat before continuing, "There will be many affairs in the mansion in the future, and I will need your help."

Aunt Zhao's eyes were filled with pride. "Young Madam is so polite, and the Marquis is so kind. I will do my best and will not let the Marquis down."

Chu Ruohan put down the teacup in her hand, glanced around the room, and her eyes fell on Chuntao, Aunt Zhao's personal maid.

"I heard that Aunt Zhao used to be a beauty with a slender waist, but now..." Chu Ruohan paused slightly, her voice filled with infinite emotion.

Aunt Zhao was extremely angry. Was she deliberately looking for trouble with her?

Unexpectedly, Chu Ruohan changed the subject and asked, "Auntie, do you know why this is happening?"

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes. Why else could it be? She eats too much.

"That's because after Aunt Zhao had a miscarriage eight years ago, someone doubled the amount of the two spleen-strengthening herbs in your tonic."

Chu Ruohan's voice was calm, but it was like a huge rock thrown into Aunt Zhao's heart, causing huge waves.

Aunt Zhao's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. "What did you say?"

Chu Ruohan continued, "You naturally always want to eat and can't stop. Over time, your stomach becomes enlarged and you can't stop eating."

Aunt Zhao stood there in a daze, her thoughts drifting back to eight years ago.

At that time, she also had doubts and asked many doctors to take her pulse, but they all said that she was healthy and there was nothing wrong with her. In desperation, she could only accept the fact that she was getting fatter and fatter. However, she did not expect that she was still being plotted against.

She looked down at the fat around her waist, feeling bitter. She had been favored by the Marquis in the past, and the Marquis loved her slender waist the most. But now...

"Aunt Zhao, have you ever thought about how a seven-month-old baby could have a miscarriage for no reason?" Chu Ruohan's words pierced like an arrow again.

Aunt Zhao was so shocked that her fat was trembling. "I had my suspicions, but I checked inside and out and there was nothing abnormal. Even the doctor said it was because the fetus wasn't firmly seated."

"There's probably only one person who can do this perfectly without arousing Aunt Zhao's suspicion." Chu Ruohan glanced at Chuntao as she spoke.

Aunt Zhao followed Chu Ruohan's gaze and looked at Chuntao, "So it's you, this lowly servant. You've been following me since you were little..."

Chun Tao had already plodded to her knees, "Auntie, I am innocent. I have never done such a thing."

Chu Ruohan said coldly, "The bracelet on your hand should have been given to you by Nanny Wang, the wife of the Marquis, right?"

Chuntao was shocked and her face turned pale instantly. How could the young lady know everything?

Chu Ruohan stood up, her eyes revealing determination, "Aunt Zhao, today I will help you get rid of this b*tch."

Then he raised his voice, "Chun Tao stole my property. Take her away and beat her to death."

As soon as the words fell, several servants rushed over and, regardless of Chuntao's struggle, dragged her down. For a moment, the yard was filled with Chuntao's shrill cries.