That night, everyone in the Jing'an Marquis Mansion had their own thoughts.

As the Marquis of Jing'an and his wife were preparing to go to bed, Madam Mu took off her jewelry in front of the mirror and said, "This matter has come to an end for now. To say that Xue'er is also guilty, I didn't agree when they first proposed to let her stay in the palace for a while. But poor Zhao Zhao wanted to help her out of sisterhood, but in the end her kindness was taken for granted."

Jing'an Hou sighed and said, "Originally, Xuanping Hou had already agreed. If our two families could become relatives, it would be a good thing for both of us. But why couldn't Xue'er figure it out at the critical moment?"

"Back then, I didn't agree with letting Aunt Feng raise a child on her own, but you favored her. Now, the children you raised are more troublesome than the last."

"This..." Marquis Jing'an was powerless to refute, so he could only say: "I was inconsiderate. I was at a loss when she started crying. Moreover, you, Madam, have to take care of four children by yourself. I was afraid that you would be too tired and exhausted."

Mu snorted coldly and continued, "Don't blame me for looking down on people. What kind of background does Concubine Feng have? What kind of good child can a concubine teach? Look at Xue'er. Besides learning Concubine Feng's concubine's way of seducing men, what else has she learned?"

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. Madam, you are the best. You have raised four children who are all outstanding. I am ashamed of you as a husband."

Mu raised her chin proudly and said, "Of course not. My children are all good. Although Yan'er has not made much progress yet, he is the smartest among the children. If he can calm down and take the imperial examination, he may be able to rank among the top three."

Speaking of this, Marquis Jing'an was a little distressed, "Yan'er is almost eighteen years old now, and he still hasn't found a marriage."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Our Yan'er is a handsome man, and there are many noble ladies in the capital who want to marry him."

"Madam is right." Jing'an Hou quickly coaxed her to bed, "It's late at night, let's go to bed early."

The two of them turned off the lights and lay on the bed.

After a while, Madam Mu suddenly turned over, facing him, and said, "After this incident, unless it is an extremely urgent situation, you can no longer ask Zhao Zhao for help. Although we are parents, it is not reasonable to leave all the problems to our children."

"I understand. I know my limits."

"What's the use of you understanding?" Madam Mu rolled her eyes silently and said, "It's because Aunt Feng whispered in your ear that you are not in your right mind."

"Oh, ma'am, what you said is very true... I am very sober in the face of major events."

Mu knew that although he doted on Concubine Feng, he naturally valued the interests of the Marquis' Mansion more than the latter.

Then he said, "It will be fine if you can understand it clearly."

…

On the other side, in a small courtyard to the east of Jing'an Marquis Mansion.

Jiang Muqing had just finished bathing and was asking her personal maid Biyu to help her comb her hair.

Aunt Qiu, who was standing by, was looking at the candlelight embroidery and suddenly she let out a sigh.

Jiang Muqing glanced at her and said calmly, "Why are you sighing, Auntie?"

Aunt Qiu said, "Since the princess married into the Marquis's mansion, Jiang Muxue has become the most favored girl in the mansion. She usually flatters the madam, but is arrogant in front of us. When the madam wanted to go to the Marquis Xuanping's mansion to propose marriage, I was a little worried that if this went through, she would probably dominate you for the rest of her life. But now... things are really unpredictable."

"That's right." Biyu curled her lips and said to Jiang Muqing, "Eighth Miss has been playing tricks on you in the past few years. Why are you still begging for her today?"

Jiang Muqing raised her eyelids and asked, "When did you see me pleading for her?"

Biyu shook her head and asked, "Then why did you agree to let her marry into the Zhong family?"

"Heh..." Jiang Muqing sneered, "How can this be considered as pleading for her? If she is beaten to death like this, it would be too easy for her... Do you think that the Zhong Mansion is a blessed place?"

Aunt Qiu asked in confusion: "Qing'er, what do you mean?"

Biyu reacted now and said, "Aunt, you didn't go today, so you didn't see what Zhong Lei and his mother looked like. What Yu said was so bad that even Madam couldn't refute it. It's obvious that she is a powerful person. I'm afraid it will be difficult for Eighth Miss to live under her control in the future."

Jiang Muqing nodded, smiled, and said, "The reason why Aunt Feng has been able to live a comfortable life in the Marquis' Mansion these years is because her father is nostalgic and the lady is kind. She thought that all men in the world are like this, but she didn't know that people are cold-hearted. When a woman puts all her hopes on a man, her life will become unhappy for the rest of her life."

"Qing'er..." Aunt Qiu looked at her and felt that her smile was somewhat permeable.

Jiang Muqing touched her hair and felt that it was almost done, so she stood up and her face returned to its usual calmness. "It's getting late, Auntie, you should go back and rest. It won't be too late to embroider the handkerchief tomorrow."

After saying that, she walked into the inner room.

Aunt Qiu did as she was told, put away the embroidery and left her room. Biyu also left and closed the door.

…

The next day, Lihua Manor.

When Jiang Muyu woke up, she felt dizzy. It had been a long time since she had the feeling of a hangover, and she couldn't adapt to the feeling for a while.

She slowly sat up and looked around in confusion, her thoughts gradually returning to her senses.

"Yun Xuan..." She realized her voice was very hoarse as soon as she opened her mouth.

Yun Xuan heard the noise and came in. Seeing that she looked unwell, she walked over and said, "Let me feel your pulse."

She nodded.

Yun Xuan placed his fingers on her wrist, and after a moment, he said, "Your Highness may have caught a cold yesterday. I will prescribe a prescription to get rid of the cold."

No wonder she felt dizzy when she woke up. It turned out that it was not because of the aftereffects of drinking, but because she was sick.

Jiang Muyu said: "Okay, thank you for your help."

"This is what a slave should do."

Yunxuan went out to write a prescription and asked Yunshan to bring hot water to help her wash up.

Jiang Muyu sat on the bed, closing her eyes uncomfortably. When she saw Yunshan coming in with a wooden basin, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is the prince?"

"The prince has something to deal with, so he probably won't be back until later."

Jiang Muyu didn't intend to ask too many details about his affairs, so he just nodded and said nothing more.

Yunshan put the handkerchief into the wooden basin to wet it, twisted it, and came over to help her wipe her face.

"Sister Yunxuan has already asked the kitchen to bring breakfast. Your Majesty, please eat a little before continuing to rest. Let Manager Shang handle the outside affairs today."

"Um."

Yunshan took a look at her face and saw that she had her eyes half closed, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Jiang Muyu said without raising his head: "If you have anything to say, just say it, don't be so nagging."

Yunshan licked his lips and said awkwardly, "There's news from the Marquis' Mansion in the capital, it's about the Eighth Miss."

"say."

So Yunshan told everything he knew, including Jiang Muxue being caned, the Zhong family's marriage proposal, and Jiang Muxue being sent to the Zhong family as a concubine.

Jiang Muyu suddenly perked up and didn't feel as uncomfortable anymore. "You said, Zhong Lei finally took Jiang Muxue as his concubine?"

"Yes, this is absolutely true. It has spread all over the streets and alleys in the capital today."

She couldn't help but sigh, "Jiang Muxue has always been arrogant. How would she feel when she suddenly woke up and found that she had become a lowly concubine, and married into the Zhong family that she once looked down upon?"

"I'm afraid it's more disgusting than swallowing a fly." Yunshan smiled and said, "I heard that Zhong Lei's mother is not an easy person to deal with. I'm afraid Eighth Miss will suffer in the future."

Jiang Muyu was in a good mood and wanted to go out for a walk, but he was sick and weak, so he lay in bed all day to rest.