On the other side, Shen Xinglan was also stopped by Murong Rong. Her eyes were full of grievances, and she was on the verge of tears.
"Your Highness, it is my misfortune that I cannot marry you. After all, you are the person my sister has always loved. I... I really can't do anything about my sister."
Shen Xinglan's expression was cold and stern: "That day I sent someone to tell you why your men drove him away?"
Confusion, shock, anger, regret, and remorse flashed across Murong Rong's face.
"Your Highness, I don't know."
Shen Xinglan's eyes were complicated: "Then let me ask you, if I were to restore the marriage today, would you be willing? You only need to say one word, and I will do it no matter how difficult it is."
Murong Rong was stunned, tears streaming down her face: "I am willing, but..."
His gaze was sharp, as if he could see right through her.
"You only need to say whether you are willing or not; there is no need to say anything else."
A cold glint flashed in Murong Rong's eyes. Even in this second life, Shen Xinglan remained as indifferent as ever. He didn't love her; he simply didn't want to be with Mu Wanting.
She bowed respectfully: "A good woman does not serve two husbands, no matter what..."
"good."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Xinglan interrupted her. When she looked up, she could only see his handsome and dashing back.
A smile slowly crept onto her lips. Her words must have made Shen Xinglan dislike Mu Wanting even more.
If she's having a bad day, Mu Wanting won't have one either.
As Shen Xinglan was about to get into the carriage, Zhang Yi, the commander beside him, looked at him with some concern.
"Your Highness, she will always be the Princess Consort."
Shen Xinglan gave Zhang Yi a cold glance, then stepped into the carriage.
When Shen Xinglan got into the carriage, Mu Wanting raised an eyebrow and then consciously moved away from him.
Shen Xinglan frowned and glanced at Mu Wanting, feeling even more irritated. Being in the same space with her, the scent of lemon balm kept wafting over.
"Mu Wanting".
Mu Wanting raised her clear eyes to look at him.
He thought, even the most notorious femme fatale couldn't compare to this.
"I have met your condition for treating me."
Mu Wanting nodded slightly and then turned her head to look out the window.
Shen Xinglan felt increasingly irritated. If this had happened before, and he had wanted to talk to her, she would have taken the opportunity to cling to him and chatter on and on like a magpie.
But now, she's so cold and distant, it's not like her at all.
"Murong Rong just said that you stole the bride."
"Does Your Highness believe it?" As if there was something interesting outside the window, she didn't even turn her head.
Shen Xinglan simply turned her head away to avoid looking at her, so as not to get annoyed.
"His acting is passable, but his words and actions are full of mistakes."
The two remained silent for the rest of the journey, but Shen Xinglan subconsciously glanced out the window where Mu Wanting was looking.
Isn't it just the same old streets of Beijing, with all sorts of different appearances? Why are you staring at them so intently?
Clearly, her gaze had always been on him before.
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After returning to the Prince of Pingxi's residence, Madam Shen handed over the management of the household to Mu Wanting.
“Wan Ting, as the principal wife of Xing Lan, you should also try to manage the household.”
Shen Yujiao frowned and stopped her: "Mother, why should we let her manage the family? We're getting a divorce anyway."
Mother Shen glanced at Shen Xinglan: "Your second brother has already gone back to his parents' home with him, what's the point of getting a divorce? It can't be that he went to propose a divorce, right? Did he propose it, Xinglan?"
Shen Xinglan opened his mouth. He had only gone there to repay her for treating his injuries, so how could he bring up divorce at this time?
Mother Shen smiled and handed the key to Mu Wanting.
"Take it, child."
Mu Wanting raised an eyebrow. In her previous life, she had been the mistress of the house her whole life, working hard and exhausting herself, and even using her dowry to supplement the empty shell of the Marquis's mansion. She was not willing to manage the household anymore.
Moreover, the Prince of Pingxi's mansion is about to be exiled, so if she takes charge of the household, it won't be easy to empty the storeroom.
She smiled, took Chen's mother's hand, and returned the key.
“Mother, I’m afraid Wan Ting doesn’t have that ability. Under your rule, the servants in the Prince’s Mansion are obedient and the mansion is at its peak. I think you are the most suitable person to manage the household.”
Mother Shen was somewhat surprised. How many new brides eagerly sought control of the household after entering the family? Why was Mu Wanting so genuinely pushing it away?
Shen Yujiao and Shen Xinghe, along with all the concubines and their wives, thought Mu Wanting had gone mad.
The power to manage the household! The power to manage the household that her mother and aunts fought tooth and nail for, and Mu Wanting actually didn't want it?
Shen Xinglan also looked at Mu Wanting with surprise. He felt that Mu Wanting had changed too much.
Meanwhile, at the Yongle Marquis's residence, Murong Rong genuinely desired the power to manage the household. She hinted at this subtly during the tea ceremony, but the Marquis's wife pretended not to hear.
Therefore, after returning to the Yongle Marquis's residence, she did not hesitate to criticize Zhao Zhiyuan's behavior since she married into the family.
Zhao's mother was quite displeased that her beloved youngest son had been scolded like this.
But thinking of the magnificent dowry that stretched for miles, the entire Marquis's mansion was still counting on Murong Rong to hold it together.
If Murong Rong were in charge of the household, then the dowry would naturally be brought out.
She suppressed her anger and patted Murong Rong's hand with a smile.
"Rongrong, now that the household management is in your hands, you must manage it well. Zhiyuan is a bit of a scoundrel right now, but in time he will definitely be devoted to you."
Murong Rong felt the same way. Zhao Zhiyuan was a devoted and affectionate man, and he was about to become the top scholar in the imperial examination this year, eventually rising to the position of prime minister. Thinking of this, she felt that she could tolerate everything.
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