The red dress moved with the wind, and the dark clouds that had been lingering for many days dispersed, shedding a ray of light onto the woman in the center of the crowd.
Her beauty is more beautiful than peony, and her temperament is as noble as winter plum.
To the people of Yangzhou City, Princess Zhaohe was once just a distinguished figure from the capital, the wife of the prefect, and a woman living in the backyard...
However, it provides some topics for after-dinner conversation, and most of the topics discussed are the loyal and unwavering love of the prince consort from a poor family.
Yuan Zhao is just an embellishment in this love story.
But from today onwards, at least in Yangzhou City, Princess Showa is just Princess Showa.
She cared for the people, prayed for them, distributed porridge, and even used the Showa Order, which had never been used before, to thoroughly investigate human trafficking cases...
These actions are enough to make the people of Yangzhou City remember her.
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Looking at Yuan Zhao who was the center of attention, Bai Ruyue bit her lower lip tightly, the jealousy and hatred in her heart about to overflow.
More than ten years ago, when she first met Yuan Zhao in the capital, Yuan Zhao was not only young and beautiful, but also possessed the most noble status.
It was obvious that Shaoqing had already secretly decided to spend his life with her.
But she was granted marriage and became the emperor's consort, so she could only be a concubine with no name or status!
The status and position of the number one scholar's wife should have been hers! Wei Shaoqing should have been hers too!
But all of this was taken away by Yuan Zhao!
How could she not hate Yuan Zhao? !
Over the years, she has worked painstakingly and planned every step of the way.
She made Yuan Zhao lose her husband's love, tortured her children, and controlled her body, making her haggard and weak, and depriving her of her youth and beauty...
She has obviously been very successful, she is about to enter the family, and her child is about to replace Yuan Zhao's child!
But why? Why is Yuan Zhao still standing in the middle of the crowd, being admired by everyone?
And she could only stand in this dark place!
Exactly the same as it was more than ten years ago!
So what has she been planning all these years?
Wei Jiaojiao beside her was still calling out to the circling crows in her heart.
As long as they can fly down and drown Yuan Zhao now, Yuan Zhao will definitely regard it as a bad omen!
But those crows not only did not move, they couldn't even make a sound.
"Yuan Zhao! You are unfilial to your mother-in-law! You are not a faithful wife! You are secretly meeting a man at the Big Buddha Temple!"
Seeing that the wind around her was leaning towards Yuan Zhao, the old lady who had been sitting at the gate also reacted and realized that the direction of things had deviated far from the original plan.
She still used the same rhetoric, cursing on the ground like a shrew.
At the same time, she was observing the crowd's reaction, hoping that someone would agree with her.
But contrary to expectations, everyone looked at the old lady coldly.
Zhao Ping really didn't understand what the old lady of the Wei family was trying to achieve by going against the princess.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be an old lady in peace and stability?
Hearing the old lady accusing him of another false charge, Yuan Zhao collapsed. Gan Tang, barely able to support his master, exclaimed, "Your Highness!"
Yuan Zhao was about to cry, half facing the old lady and the other facing the crowd, shedding tears:
"Mother, the mansion was robbed a few days ago, as you all know. The rewards from the capital and the tributes from the fiefdoms were all used to support the Wei Mansion's household expenses."
"The daughter-in-law admitted that due to her frail health, she had neglected household chores and burdened her mother over the years."
Seeing her admit it, the old lady's eyes showed pride. She thought Yuan Zhao was just feeling guilty, so she felt that throwing mud at her would be effective. She continued to wipe away her tears: "I am an old woman with bones and bones, and I have been managing the entire Wei Mansion for so many years... You are a princess, with a delicate body, but I am also old..."
Compared to who is more miserable, the old lady is relying on her age and white hair, but she sits on the ground like this without any image, and looks very energetic.
It’s pitiful, but not that pitiful.
Yuan Zhao lowered his eyes, not pretending like the old lady, but just smiled miserably:
"Yes... Mother must be very tired. It's not possible that there isn't even a charcoal fire in Mu Sheng's yard on such a cold winter day..."
The old lady didn't expect that she would openly tell so many people about the matter of withholding Yuan Musheng's charcoal. She was so anxious that she wanted to stand up:
"Yuan Zhao! You are slandering me!"
Yuan Zhao did not refute, but gently rolled up the sleeves of Yuan Musheng who was in the wheelchair, revealing his hands and arms.
The mother and her sons were standing close to each other, so the onlookers could immediately see the red and swollen chilblains on Yuan Musheng's hands, some of which were even rotten.
The people present were all poor people, so getting frostbite in winter was a common occurrence.
But they hadn't expected that the princess's eldest son, with such a noble status, should have been pampered and well-fed, but he would actually have chilblains on his hands just like them.
And his arms under his wide sleeves were so slender that they seemed like they could be broken with one hand.
"How could such a good man have frostbite all over his hands? And be so thin?"
"My child also has frostbite, but not as severe as this young man's."
"Didn't the old lady say she had always been in charge of the household? How could she raise the princess's child like this?"
"Look at the old lady's face, the fat is piling up. Look at the princess and her two children, they are as thin as bamboo poles..."
"Aren't you clear about what happened in the mansion?"
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Everyone couldn't help but sigh.
A young man with such appearance must be an outstanding person at first glance, but not only does he have a broken leg, he also lives such a miserable life.
Comparing it with the plump and beautiful old lady, one can immediately judge how each of them lives in the mansion.
Yuan Zhao looked at the chilblains on Yuan Musheng's hands and felt sad.
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