Chapter 228 As expected, Yang Zhaozhao brought humiliation upon himself

Marquis Anyang tidied his clothes before heading towards Su Wanniang's yard. Along the way, his face didn't look too good.

When he entered Lanxin Courtyard, Su Wanniang had already brewed tea and was waiting for him. Seeing him come in, Su Wanniang bowed slightly and smiled faintly.

"The Marquis is here, please take a seat."

Marquis Anyang did not sit down immediately, but stood there, looking down at Su Wanniang.

"What's so important that you have to disturb me at this time?"

Su Wanniang heard the displeasure in his tone, but she remained calm and poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

"Don't be upset, my Lord. I know you're busy, but it's just some family matters. I'd like to ask for your advice."

Marquis Anyang took the tea, his face still cold.

"Zhao Zhao just came to me crying, saying that you embarrassed her in front of everyone and scolded her for being ignorant. Is this true?"

Su Wanniang's eyes were dark, and she sighed softly, "My Lord, I never thought that Concubine Yang would misinterpret my meaning like this."

"Oh? Then tell me, what happened?" Marquis Anyang raised his eyebrows and softened his tone, but still with a hint of questioning.

Su Wanniang sat down calmly and explained softly, "It's like this. Chengyan's graduation from high school is a happy occasion, so we wanted to hold a celebration party to make it lively."

"This is my first time organizing one, so I called the women in my family together to discuss and ask them to help me. Aunt Yang said she didn't know how to organize a banquet. I understand that she is young and inexperienced, so I thought of letting her watch and learn more during the preparations. But she seemed to misunderstand my meaning."

Su Wanniang spoke softly, looking at Anyang Hou calmly. "I was just saying, if you really don't know how to do it, just stay in the courtyard and learn more instead of coming out and messing around. I was worried she'd be too stressed, but I didn't expect her to take it so seriously."

Marquis Anyang frowned, half believing and half doubting: "If that's the case, why did she come to me crying?"

Su Wanniang took a sip from her teacup, her expression slightly helpless. "My Lord, there are so many people in our mansion. If everyone is suspicious of each other, how can I, the mistress of the house, do anything? Moreover, Concubine Yang is still so young, it's inevitable that she has a delicate temper."

She paused, her tone becoming gentler. "It's my fault, actually. I probably wasn't thoughtful enough, and she misunderstood. I'll go to her yard in person tomorrow and give her an explanation."

The Anyang Marquis's anger gradually dissipated after hearing this. "You are the mistress of the household, and Zhao Zhao is just a concubine. Why should you apologize to her? Since it's just a misunderstanding, let's just leave it at that."

Su Wanniang sipped her tea, having anticipated this outcome. "My Lord."

She changed the subject at the right moment, "I invited you here today to review the guest list for the celebration banquet. After all, this concerns the Third Young Master's future, so I dare not make the decision on my own."

As she spoke, she took out a list from her sleeve and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

Marquis Anyang took the list, glanced at it, and nodded secretly in his heart.

As expected of a legitimate daughter trained by the Su family, she is thorough and meticulous, without leaving any holes...

"This list is well drawn up," Anyang Hou's tone was clearly satisfied. "At your age, you are able to manage the entire mansion in such an orderly manner. It is truly rare."

Upon hearing this, Su Wanniang's eyes flashed with a hint of complacency, but it quickly faded away. She responded modestly, "Your Excellency is too kind. This is what I should do. Although I am about the same age as Concubine Yang, I learned to manage household chores at home, so I have accumulated some experience."

Marquis Anyang glanced at her, and it seemed as if he had just remembered that Su Wanniang was only in her teens, not much different from Yang Zhaozhao. Both were in their prime.

The contrast between the mistress of the house, whose every move exuded maturity and steadiness, and the delicate and frail one, whose every move exuded the innocence of a young girl, left him momentarily dazed.

"As for the celebration banquet, you can handle it. If you need me to be involved, just let me know."

"Yes, my lord."

She looked at the Marquis of Anyang thoughtfully, her tone calm but with a hint of meaning: "My Lord, there are so many people in our mansion. If everyone was like Concubine Yang, crying and complaining at every turn, wouldn't the mansion be in chaos every day?"

"I don't bother with her, I just hope that the Marquis can see clearly."

Marquis Anyang was silent for a moment, and his brows relaxed.

"You have a point, Zhaozhao," Marquis Anyang pondered for a moment, "I've spoiled her too much, causing her to disrespect her superiors and inferiors. She complains to me over the smallest matters, almost causing a quarrel between you and me."

Marquis Anyang sighed softly, "She will be grounded for half a month, and the copy girl will be allowed to rest and relax."

"My Lord Marquis is wise." Su Wanniang nodded with a faint smile, raised her eyebrows and signaled Nanny Sun to do it.

Then they discussed other arrangements for the banquet.

After they discussed for a while, Marquis Anyang's mood had completely improved, and he was even quite satisfied with Su Wanniang's thoughtful arrangements.

"My Lord, my Lady, dinner is ready."

"Well, I'm hungry too..."

The other side

Yang Zhaozhao sat in the study, tapping the desk with his fingers, glancing towards the door from time to time.

Marquis Anyang had been gone for some time. She had thought he would be back soon, but she didn't expect to have to wait so long.

"This old man has been gone for so long, could he have been controlled by that woman?" Yang Zhaozhao thought to himself, frowning slightly.

Just as she was thinking, footsteps were heard outside the door. Yang Zhaozhao immediately exposed her shoulders, adjusted her expression, and put on a pitiful look.

However, the person who pushed the door open and walked in was not Marquis Anyang, but Nanny Sun with two maids.

"Mrs. Yang," Nanny Sun stood expressionlessly at the door. Her cold gaze swept over Yang Zhaozhao's slightly disheveled clothes, and her tone was filled with contempt. "The Marquis has ordered that you be confined to your room for half a month and required to copy the 'Rules for Women' to meditate."

Yang Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, "What?"

She stood up suddenly, unable to believe her ears, "Where's the Marquis? I want to see the Marquis!"

Nanny Sun sneered, "The Marquis is having dinner with his wife and has sent an old servant to pass on a message. Aunt Yang, please pack up and come back with us."

Yang Zhaozhao was trembling with anger. She had never imagined that things would develop to this point. Just a moment ago, the Marquis of Anyang was showing her great affection, but in the blink of an eye, he sentenced her to house arrest.

"Mrs. Yang, please tidy your clothes first." Nanny Su's gaze fell on the open collar of Yang Zhaozhao's clothes with a pointed look. "Although you are a concubine's daughter, you should know some etiquette since you have entered the mansion of the Marquis. How can you behave like a brothel like this?"

Only then did Yang Zhaozhao realize that his clothes were in disarray. His face flushed with shame and he quickly straightened his collar.

She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.