Chapter 47
No concubines allowed
Following the hand, Jiang Zhaoying looked at Song Chengyu's gloomy face, and her picturesque eyebrows and eyes were suddenly filled with coldness.
"I'll help you down."
Song Chengyu seemed not to notice Jiang Zhaoying's resistance. He moved closer and spoke coldly to her. Jiang Zhaoying struggled, but Song Chengyu snorted coldly and held her tightly.
"Jiang Zhaoying, are you really so shameless?"
Jiang Jianzheng, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, measured the sky and the earth, and was like a god in the eyes of the people.
Therefore.
Jiang Zhaoying returned home today, and the people came early to join in the fun.
One is to ask for wedding money and eat hot buns, and the other is to see whether the new daughter-in-law is valued by her in-laws.
Jiang Zhiyu opened the gate of his mansion before dawn, and distributed pot after pot of hot buns and spent wedding money. As a result, people came to the mansion in three layers before dawn.
All women in the world value their reputation, so Jiang Zhaoying is the same. Song Chengyu sneered.
However.
Jiang Zhaoying stretched out her hand and pried his long fingers apart little by little, saying in a cold voice without any concern.
"How much is a leather face worth? What other people think or say about it has nothing to do with me."
Since ancient times, rumors are like flying knives and sharp blades that can cut people into pieces and leave women dead without a burial place.
But if one day.
What if a woman no longer fears rumors, no longer fears other people’s looks, and no longer is bound by the deep well of her husband’s family?
If no one dares to break through this shackles, then Jiang Zhaoying will be the first to rush out.
She wanted to see whether the woman who rushed out would die a miserable death or live a more exciting life!
She is like this, and Zhou Ruogu will be like this too!
Taking the handkerchief handed over by Shu Yun, Jiang Zhaoying wiped the place that Song Chengyu had touched several times with a look of disgust, then put her hand in her brother's palm and jumped off the carriage with his help.
Mrs. Jiang, the second wife, and her two daughters, Jiang Fuqin and Jiang Fuxiao, stood at the door with smiles on their faces to greet them.
"aunt."
Jiang Zhaoying stepped forward and bowed to Mrs. Jiang.
I don’t know why, but when Madam Jiang was promoted from a maid to a second wife, Jiang Zhaoying was still young and could and should have been called mother.
However, Jiang Jianzheng insisted that they call her aunt instead of mother.
"Sister, brother-in-law, you are back."
Jiang Fuqin and Jiang Fuxiao smiled and stepped forward to salute. Jiang Zhaoying returned the salute with a smile. Song Chengyu also greeted them in a gentle and elegant manner.
The group returned to the main hall of Jiang Mansion, talking and laughing.
This was the first time Song Chengyu entered the Song Mansion.
at first.
There was still a trace of contempt in his eyes when he looked at the plain-looking Jiang Mansion, but the moment he stepped into the inner courtyard, Song Chengyu found that his eyes were simply humiliated.
This Jiang Mansion.
It looks plain on the surface, but is magnificent on the inside. It is as luxurious as it can be.
Even the servants were wearing high-quality satin, which was better than what the ordinary ladies of official families wore. Sweating profusely, Song Chengyu finally understood why Yu Ruyi disappeared.
He was extremely wrong to try to bribe Jiang Zhaoying's servants with just two taels of silver.
These servants would cost at least twenty taels of silver from head to toe. The first-class maids were even more exquisitely dressed, and the bracelets worn on the wrists of the prestigious maids cost at least a thousand taels of silver.
The maid brewed the best fragrant tea, using tea sets made by a master, and even the chair he sat on was made of the most precious rosewood.
There are countless famous paintings by famous artists on the walls!
Because all the gifts were soiled by Song Chengyu, Jiang Zhaoying simply exchanged them for silver notes, ten thousand taels per person.
It was the first time that Jiang Fuqin and Jiang Fuxiao saw such a large sum of money. They were so happy that they couldn't stop laughing and kept thanking Jiang Zhaoying.
"Isn't father back yet?"
Over the years, Jiang Jianzheng has spent most of his time resting in the Imperial Observatory, making calculations day and night, and rarely coming back.
But today I return home.
He should be back.
"The master didn't say whether he would come back or not. It doesn't matter. I will take good care of you."
Mrs. Jiang said this with a smile on her face. When she looked up at Jiang Zhaoying, her eyes were filled with kindness and gentleness. Especially when her eyes fell on Song Chengyu, her smile deepened.
"If Son-in-law Song feels uncomfortable, it's okay for him to go and have some fun with Zhiyu."
"OK."
Jiang Zhiyu smiled and stood up.
"Brother-in-law, do you want to play in my yard?"
Song Chengyu looked at Jiang Zhaoying, and Mrs. Jiang immediately laughed and teased.
"You've only been married for a few days, and you're already worried about Madam. Go ahead, I'll call you later at dinner time."
"We'll go too."
Jiang Fuqin also wanted to go play, so Jiang Fuxiao stood up and said so.
"Brother, there are many fun things to do there. My daughter wants to go too."
When she heard that Jiang Fuxiao was going, Mrs. Jiang's eyes immediately lit up with smiles and she nodded.
"Okay, everyone go ahead. I want to have a chat with Zhaoying."
Jiang Fuqin and Jiang Fuxiao have always had a good relationship with Jiang Zhiyu, and Jiang Zhiyu loves these two sisters very much. Mrs. Jiang is very satisfied with the relationship between the three of them.
Only Jiang Zhaoying, when Mrs. Jiang took a sip of the tea, a hint of annoyance flashed across her eyes.
This Jiang Zhaoying looks almost exactly like her mother, smart and sharp, with a pair of eyes that seem to see through everything, making her cautious in everything she does.
"Zhaoying, Chengyu is just a child. If he wants to take a concubine, then let him do it. After all, you are the mistress and she can't surpass you anyway. Live a good life and give birth to a legitimate son. It is more important than anything else."
"kindness."
Jiang Zhaoying lowered her eyes and responded indifferently.
The smile on Mrs. Jiang's face suddenly faded a lot, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, not as lively as before.
But Mrs. Jiang felt that there were some things that had to be made clear, so she suppressed her anger and continued to speak to Jiang Zhaoying in a good tone.
"You know, Fuqin is already sixteen years old, and she is at the age of marriage. You are such a good match, and they can find a better match for you. If there is a commotion there, Fuqin's marriage will be in trouble."
"Fuxiao is already thirteen years old, so he can watch it if he wants."
At first.
She and Madam Song had a good discussion that before her daughter got married, she would get all the things in Jiang Zhaoying's hands and divide them equally between her and Madam Song. In this way, Fuqin and Fuxiao would have more confidence when proposing marriage.
Although their current dowry is not small, Mrs. Jiang feels it is not enough. Her daughter must be well-furnished and have a grand ceremony.
and.
They are all principal wives, never concubines, and the other party is not allowed to take concubines.
But no one knew what was going on. Jiang Zhaoying suddenly seemed to be out of control and didn't respond to their instructions. This incident made Mrs. Jiang so anxious that she couldn't sleep well for two nights.
"What kind of family does mother want to find for them?"
"At least it's above the Marquis' Mansion."
Mrs. Jiang blurted out, and then smiled awkwardly.
"It's not that the Marquis' Mansion is bad. You know, Fuqin and Fuxiao have worked very hard over the years and have suffered a lot. Fortunately, they are proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and have also learned how to be a mistress very well."
That is to set your sights on princes and nobles.
Jiang Zhaoying pursed her red lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her expression, but Mrs. Jiang did not notice. She was only looking forward to the beautiful dream of her daughter marrying into a wealthy family and herself being enthroned with her.
"Zhaoying, your mother died early, and it was not easy for me to raise you all by myself. I think I have not let her down, nor have I let you down."
"So you have to help me with this, okay?"
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