The Delicate Vixen Flirts Again, Driving the Entire Court Mad

[Female lead growth story, alluring to thousands, male competition Shura field, not a good man or faithful woman] In her previous life, Yu Qinghuan was driven out of the Marquis Mansion, lost her p...

Chapter 363 No Marriage

Chapter 363 No Marriage

It was already past noon when the carriage of Lady Cheng, wife of Duke Dingguo, arrived at the Yu residence.

Yu Qinghuan had washed and dressed in advance, and when she heard someone coming to deliver a message, she took Sang Ru to the flower hall.

Cheng and others were in the hall, looking around inconspicuously. Although the mansion was not big, it was well decorated, which showed that the owner of the mansion had good taste.

The servants quickly served tea.

Cheng took the teacup, originally just wanting to moisten her throat, but unexpectedly the tea was quite good, sweet with a light tea fragrance, which was very much to her taste.

The mansion is nice, the tea is OK, but the people are not so good.

Just as she was thinking about it, Yu Qinghuan arrived with Sang Ru.

Cheng Shi had an imperial decree, so she should be polite when she saw him. "Greetings, Madam Duke. I apologize for the poor hospitality and for keeping you waiting."

She was wearing a lake blue dress today, with only a plain silver hairpin in her hair. Her voice was gentle and soft, which made people feel very comfortable.

Even though Cheng came with a judgmental eye, when she saw this overly beautiful face, she couldn't help but sigh that Yu was really beautiful.

No wonder so many people like it...

So, she subconsciously replied, "It's okay, I just got here."

But after she finished speaking, Cheng remembered the purpose of her visit today, which was to find out what the relationship between Yu and her son was, and whether the child was the blood of their Duke Dingguo Mansion.

Her face suddenly turned stern. "I came here today because I have something to ask."

Yu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Madam, please ask."

Cheng coughed lightly and said, "I don't like beating around the bush. I always say what I want to say directly. If what I say later offends Miss Yu, please forgive me."

Hearing her say this, Yu Qinghuan had already guessed that what she wanted to ask must be related to Mu Huaian.

With her previous experience dealing with Wang, she was neither humble nor arrogant when dealing with Cheng. She thought, they weren't married yet, so if Cheng intended to make things difficult for her, she could just ask her to leave.

Seeing that Yu Qinghuan didn't say anything, Cheng finally spoke, "What is your relationship with my son?"

She asked bluntly, and Yu Qinghuan replied bluntly, "We both love each other."

Cheng's gaze suddenly pierced Yu Qinghuan like a knife, and her voice turned cold. "Since you two are in love, why don't you ask a matchmaker to come visit?"

Yu Qinghuan smiled, "Would Madam and the Duke agree?"

Cheng was silent. If she looked at Yu with ordinary eyes, she would naturally think that she was likable. But if she looked at her as her daughter-in-law, she was dissatisfied with her in every way.

If you are not satisfied, you will naturally not agree to this matter.

But she disagreed. How could these two people have sex with each other secretly and even have a child?

The air suddenly froze, and Yu Qinghuan clearly felt Cheng's cold and stern gaze. However, she had seen such a gaze on Cheng Gongjin countless times before, so she didn't care much at this moment.

Cheng thought of her child and, suppressing her displeasure and mixed feelings, asked Yu Qinghuan, "Is your child from Huai'an?"

Yu Qinghuan didn't expect that Cheng would even ask about this matter.

After all, with Xiao Jinghe's decree to bestow a title a few days ago, most people thought that Zhaozhao was Xiao Jinghe's daughter.

She thought about it and decided to tell the truth. After all, this was Mu Huaian's family.

Meeting Cheng's serious gaze, Yu Qinghuan slowly said, "The child is his."

As soon as the words fell, Cheng was struck by lightning, and her hands were shaking. It was ridiculous, too ridiculous!

Having a child before getting married will definitely make people laugh at you.

Cheng's hands were shaking as she held the teacup. "You guys are really... fooling around!"

Yu Qinghuan smiled, took the teacup handed to her by Sang Ru, and took a sip of tea. "Madam, don't be excited. My daughter's surname is Yu. No one will know that this child is from Huai'an."

What she meant was that she didn't want the child to trace his ancestral roots, so what Cheng was worried about would not happen.

However, upon hearing this, Cheng suddenly dropped the teacup on the table with a "click", splashing a few drops of tea.

She stared at the woman in front of her who appeared to be smiling gently but actually had a strong attitude, and asked coldly, "What do you mean by that!?"

Yu Qinghuan lowered her eyes to look at the tea leaves floating in the tea soup, and said calmly, "I won't use this child as a threat, so you don't have to worry about my daughter taking the position of the Duke of Dingguo's daughter."

Hearing this, Cheng took a deep breath and picked up the teacup again. She used this action to calm her mind and secretly comforted herself in her heart that she would not be led by the nose by a junior.

"Originally, I didn't like you very much, but since you've given birth to this child, we won't let the Duke's bloodline bleed out into the world. I agree to your marriage with Huai'an. Just put it on the agenda as soon as possible and tell everyone that you've already been engaged."

Even though she disliked Yu Qinghuan, and also disliked her granddaughter, but now that things had come to this, she could only let her son marry Yu Qinghuan back to the Duke's Mansion.

Yu Qinghuan: "I appreciate your kindness, madam, but Huaian and I have no plans to get married yet."

Cheng's face suddenly changed. She felt that Yu really couldn't tell good from evil. She was about to scold her, but the maid next to her quietly reminded her with her eyes while picking up the teacup.

For so many years, ever since he broke off the engagement with the Chen family, the young master has been in a daze. Now he has finally found a girl and has a child with her. The lady should be happy and must not scare Miss Yu away at this time.

Moreover, everyone in the city knows what the man in the palace has in mind for Miss Yu. Now that the child has been given the title of princess, it is indeed not appropriate for them to get married at this juncture.

Otherwise, the Duke's Mansion would be put in the spotlight, and the person in the palace would not let it go.

Cheng had obviously thought of this at this moment. She suppressed her temper, pulled the corners of her mouth, and forced out a smile that she thought was quite kind. "Since you have your own ideas, I won't get involved."

She thought, since this matter couldn't be rushed, she would leave it to her husband to worry about.

Yu Qinghuan raised her eyebrows slightly, surprised that Cheng Shi actually agreed with her words.

She thought Cheng would talk for a long time about the fact that the bloodline of the Duke's Mansion could not be left outside.

Cheng: "Where is the child? Bring him here for me to see."

Although she didn't like this granddaughter who suddenly appeared, since she was here, she had to take a look at her before leaving.

Yu Qinghuan nodded slightly and signaled Sang Ru to tell Mother Xu to bring the child over.

Soon, Mother Xu carried Yu Zhaozhao into the flower hall.

Cheng stood up subconsciously, with a stern face, but her eyes were involuntarily glued to the child's face. The little girl was as delicate as a piece of jade, wearing a pink blouse, and her pair of round eyes were very adorable.

She couldn't help but reach out and took the child from Mother Xu's hands, holding him and sitting down, and said to the old woman beside her, "Doesn't this child look exactly like Huai'an when he was a child?"

The old woman smiled and continued, "They are very similar, especially the eyebrows and eyes."

They are almost carved from the same mold.