The sound of "Ying'er" made Meng Weiwei bite her lip in embarrassment. At the same time, the surroundings seemed to be eerily quiet, as if one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, their eyes fixed on the curtain, curious or jealous about what kind of person would walk out from inside.

She could actually charm Prince Yan, who is not interested in women, to such an extent!

Then, in full view of the public, something even more shocking happened——

That is, when Prince Yan stretched out his hand to receive the person, he was hit back.

A slender figure in red got off the carriage gracefully. Her facial features were bright and charming, and she was truly a beauty beyond compare.

For a moment, it felt as if the whole world had turned pale. Even Meng Weiwei, who was dressed extremely seductively, seemed to be serving as a foil for her.

The eyes of some people at the scene flickered, as if they understood a little, why Yan Zhuo could do so much for a mistress?

Indeed, it is a delight to the eyes and a feast for the eyes.

Having a concubine like this is as sweet as honey.

"Hmph!" Meng Weiwei was unwilling to be outdone, and snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction.

Jiang Ying turned a blind eye and just stretched out his hand to ask for his son. "Your Highness can't hold the child anymore, you can give the child to me. With this biological mother, other people should not think about taking the child. It would be stupid."

These one sentence made Meng Weiwei's face turn pale.

How could she have the nerve to want to be the stepmother right away? Did she think her biological mother was dead?

The last time I saw her at the gate of the Qinwang Mansion, I thought she was brainless. When I saw her again today, it seems that her brain capacity has increased!

[Yes, mother, you scolded me well, and you scolded me brilliantly! Who dares to take advantage of me? 】

[Slightly, slightly, slightly...]

께言 bared his teeth and spit at Meng 軘言, but the distance was too far and the spit didn't hit Meng 軘言, but instead sprayed a lot of saliva foam on 께言著께.

Yan Zhuo, "..."

He hugged his son tightly with his left hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his right hand and directly grabbed Jiang Ying's left hand that was stretched in the air, and pulled Jiang Ying around Meng Weiwei and walked forward.

Jiang Ying struggled subconsciously, and Yan Zhuo leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Accompany me to perform a play and I will grant you a wish."

As he was talking about holding her hand, he changed it to interlocking their fingers.

Jiang Ying was silent, but as for a wish...she grinned and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "My Lord, are you happy? Can I have any wish?"

As if he had already anticipated what she would say, Yan Zhuo looked forward and walked slowly towards the gate of the Qinwang Mansion with Jiang Ying. His voice was low but contained an irresistible force, "You can't cancel the engagement, and you can't divorce."

Jiang Ying rolled her eyes, knowing that the Dog King was a shrewd man and would not give her such an obvious loophole.

Before reaching the door, a group of people came out of the mansion.

It’s Yan Zhuo’s good stepmother!

With a bunch of servants in tow, he smiled before he spoke, "I heard it was so lively outside, I thought it must be Zhuo'er who came back. Today is the day for the prince and his wife to have a love affair. It's just right, we caught up with the auspicious time. Go in quickly. Your father and his colleagues in the officialdom have been waiting for a long time, and they can't wait to see your eldest son."

The three words "eldest son of a concubine" were taken particularly seriously by Tong.

His gaze followed closely onto Jiang Ying's face. He was still smiling, but with a coldness that seemed to lack any smile in his eyes.

Jiang Ying also noticed that Tong looked haggard and tired under her gorgeous attire.

Even with thick powder applied, the blue circles under the eyes were still visible.

I haven’t had a good rest these days!

Tong gritted her teeth while laughing. She was of course not good. Not only did she lose something, but she was also frightened by the snakes, insects, rats and ants all over the yard. She couldn't sleep at all.

Even if I finally fall asleep, I will wake up from a nightmare.

Originally, Tong didn't think that this matter had anything to do with Jiang Ying. After all, the incident happened a long time after she came to the door. At this moment, seeing Jiang Ying's half-smile, she had a hunch in her heart that it must be related to this bastard!

"Ms. Jiang, you're here after all." Ms. Tong said with a disdainful look.

Jiang Ying was about to answer, but Yan Zhuo had already taken a step ahead of her, pulling her body as if to claim his sovereignty, "It was the prince who wanted her to come, mother, please don't make things difficult for her!"

How come he didn't know that Tong disliked Jiang Ying?

Tong had gotten used to being a noblewoman over the years. Not only had she forgotten her own birthplace, she also began to suppress people who were like her in the past.

This alone made it impossible for her to like Jiang Ying, not to mention the fact that Jiang Ying had snatched the eldest grandson from the palace from her husband. This was like a thorn in the eye of Tong, who was bent on Yan Shan and wanted him to inherit the palace.

The clearer Yan Zhuo understood, the less he wanted to give face to Tong, and he continued to pull Jiang Ying over the threshold and into the palace.

Tong was completely ignored and almost felt ashamed.

But when she saw so many guests today, including important court officials, wives and daughters of wealthy families, she twisted her handkerchief in her sleeves and raised her head with a smile as warm as spring breeze.

"Why are you still standing here? Please come in quickly. Today is the Hundred Days Banquet, but in fact, you haven't been out and about recently, so the King Qin asked me to invite you to come and have some fun."

Tong tried his best to appear approachable.

One of her purposes was to see the jokes at the Hundred Days Banquet. Another purpose was to take this opportunity to find a good wife for her son Yanshan.

Guests came in one after another, all of them were prominent figures in the capital, accompanied by their legitimate sons and daughters. They were so dazzling and colorful that it was impossible to tell who was who.

However, Tong already had alternatives. The ones she had her eyes on were Su Yilan, the only daughter of the Minister of Justice, and Mu Wanbai, the granddaughter of the old man of the inner cabinet, who were two of the four talented women in the capital.

Su Yilan is the niece of the Queen Mother, and Mu Wanbai's maternal grandfather is a jade merchant in Jiangnan. She is a powerful lady in the capital, a well-rounded choice with both literary and financial power.

After entering the inner courtyard, men and women were separated.

Jiang Ying was in a dilemma as to whether to take care of the baby herself or leave it to Yan Zhuo.

Moreover, the eyes of those who were observing her did not change because of entering the mansion. Instead, the trend of those looking at her became more and more frequent. Jiang Ying was not sure whether she could take good care of the child.

Yan Zhuo stood in front of her, his tall figure was like a wall, blocking the sunlight as well as those mostly malicious inquiries.

"Take the child away. It will take about half an hour. When the banquet begins, sit across from him and I will return him to you." The main thing is, doesn't his father want to see him?

Then bring him there and let him have a good look! You can also introduce your son to those old sly guys in the Jinluan Palace so that they can get to know him better.

Yan Zhuo didn't realize at this moment that he had unknowingly paved the way for his son!

As the two were talking, Jiang Ying noticed a rather peculiar gaze.

She drank so much spiritual spring water and often used spiritual medicine to make medicinal meals to change her physique, so naturally her ears and eyes were sharp, and her five senses were better than those of ordinary people.

Following this line of sight, Jiang Ying spotted a young lady standing in the pavilion. She was wearing a purple and green dress, as elegant as a chrysanthemum. Even her appearance was pure and simple, like a beauty who had walked out of a painting.

But her gaze was slightly aggressive.

Jiang Ying thought, could it be that she is Yan Zhuo's fan girl?

Just as she was thinking about it, her son suddenly explained to her, "Mother, don't look at it. That's Su Yilan, another rotten peach blossom of the scumbag father. In her previous life, she wanted to marry the scumbag father, but she couldn't beat Jiang Yilin, so she ended up marrying a bad man. The husband often abused her, but she could only wipe her tears secretly and dared not tell anyone."

Domestic violence? Jiang Ying looked at her delicate and frail appearance like a flower bud and thought she was quite pitiful.

However, at this moment, Yan Shan suddenly saw Tong Shi pulling Mu Wanbai's hand into the inner courtyard, and was shocked. [Mother, look, that's Mu Wanbai, the sweetheart of your silly uncle! Tong Shi is planning to let Yan Shan marry her! ]

Jiang Ying was not too excited when she heard this, because she had heard her son say before that Mu Wanbai seemed to have changed his mind about Jiang 轮陈?

Otherwise, how could it be that Madam Mu disagreed and tried to give Jiang Yuchen a fake product without her reacting?

In the end, her concubine sister Mu Zijin, who was married off for her, died at home. Don't tell her that Mu Wanbai was just too naive to notice such a sudden change!

In the blink of an eye, Tong actually pulled Mu Wanbai's body and walked in front of Jiang Ying. She had a smile on her face, but her words were sinister and thought-provoking. "What this princess likes most is people like Miss Mu who are talented and respectful of rules, unlike some people from wealthy families who have no other strengths except good looks."

Jiang Ying looked at them with a smile, "Princess, are you talking about 놖?"

Tong curled her lips, "I dare not. Didn't you give birth to the prince's eldest son, a meritorious official who has expanded the family? This princess cannot say anything, lest the prince gets angry."

"Excuse me, Princess, is the prince your child?" Jiang Ying imitated her and asked indifferently.

Tong didn't dare to say anything nonsense, so she could only say in a deep voice, "Of course."

"If that's the case, the princess's son has bad taste. Maybe the blame should not be on this 'beautiful' village girl, but on the princess' poor teaching, right?"

"You——" Tong was very angry.

Jiang Ying was proud. This was probably what he called shooting himself in the foot.

Tong responded for a while, her face turning pale, "She is the successor, and everyone in the capital knows about it, so the prince may not necessarily follow her."

"Oh, really?" Jiang Ying seemed to have just found out, raising his eyebrows to look at Yan Zhuo, "Your Highness, it turns out that you are not the princess's son! No wonder... I heard that the princess has another son, who seems to be even more unruly. Not to mention taking a concubine and settling him outside, he is simply, well... good at everything. Seeing that the princess treated Miss Mu so intimately today, I'm afraid it's not just out of the elder's liking for the younger, there may be another deep meaning! What do you think?"