Xie Qinglan suddenly remembered that there was indeed a custom of the newlyweds returning to their parents' home three days after the wedding.
He was secretly annoyed that he had forgotten such an important thing. If she went back to her parents' home by herself, wouldn't she be so aggrieved that she would shed tears?
The thought that Ye Chaoxi might suffer at her parents' home because of her absence made Xie Qinglan's heart clench, and she regretted once again why she had stayed in the study for so long today.
"Zhuo Qing, go prepare some gifts for the bride's return visit. We're going to the Earl's residence."
"Huh? But don't we still have to pretend to be seriously poisoned for the sake of the head of the household? He was vomiting blood just two days ago, and he can go out today?"
"Go quickly, I know what I'm doing," Xie Qinglan said.
"All right."
...
After dinner, the Earl of Pingchang pulled Mengwen into the study to play chess.
Ye Chaoxi originally intended to take her leave and return to the Marquis's residence, but unexpectedly Ye Muling pulled her aside and insisted on whispering something to her.
Ye Chaoxi was pulled along and couldn't leave, so she had no choice but to stay and listen to what she had to say.
Ye Muling asked quietly, "Wouldn't it be unpleasant to have a wedding ceremony with a rooster?"
Ye Chaoxi looked at her strangely, "Who told you I married a rooster? I married the young master."
"Don't lie to me." Ye Muling didn't believe it. "I've heard that the heir of the Marquis of Yongyi is so sick that he can't get out of bed. People outside say he won't live much longer. Sister, you should think about your own life."
She was reborn. In her previous life, she heard that Meng Wenjin was able to enter the cabinet entirely thanks to the support of the current Prime Minister Yan. Prime Minister Yan thought highly of him, and after retiring, he even promoted Meng Wenjin to the position of Prime Minister, making him the youngest Prime Minister in the entire prosperous dynasty.
She also knew that Prime Minister Yan loved beautiful women and had eighteen concubines in his household.
Ye Chaoxi's face happens to be like a vixen's. If she becomes a widow and can be married off to Prime Minister Yan as a concubine, it will pave the way for Meng Wenjin, and his career may be even smoother than in his previous life.
Ye Muling had a beautiful vision, having already planned Ye Chaoxi's future. However, she didn't say it directly.
Prime Minister Yan is already in her fifties. If she were to speak to Ye Chaoxi now, Ye Chaoxi would definitely turn against her.
"Are you really going to remain a widow for him for the rest of your life after he dies?"
"Oh? What good suggestions do you have, little sister? I'm all ears," Ye Chaoxi said lazily.
Ye Muling smiled and said, "Although we are not related by blood, as your sister, how can I stand by and watch you suffer? Once my husband passes the imperial examination, I will help you find a good family to remarry into. Please don't refuse."
Ye Chaoxi chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Instead of worrying about what hasn't happened to me yet, you should urge your brother-in-law to pass the imperial examination. Maybe he won't be coming home tonight."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Muling didn't take it seriously. Meng Wenjin was a third-place scholar, how could he not pass the palace examination!
Heaven gave her a second chance to change her destiny!
She tried to persuade him again, but was interrupted by a servant who came in from outside.
"Madam, Miss, the heir of the Marquis of Yongyi has arrived."
"The young master has arrived? Please come in quickly," said the Lady.
Ye Muling paused, her brows furrowing tightly.
How could that be? Xie Qinglan is clearly a cripple, lying in bed waiting to die. How could he possibly have the strength to come to the Earl's mansion?
Was this brought over on a stretcher?
Soon, the servant led Xie Qinglan and Zhuo Qing to the main hall.
Xie Qinglan, sitting in his wheelchair, greeted Madam Bo, saying, "Please forgive me, Mother-in-law. I had something to do this morning and was unable to accompany Chaoxi on her return visit. I have come to take Chaoxi back now. Please accept this small gift."
Zhuo Qing deliberately opened the boxes of gifts she was carrying.
It contains precious medicinal herbs such as ginseng, lingzhi, and clam that are over 500 years old.
Each box was worth a thousand taels of silver, and Xie Qinglan gave away five boxes at once.
“I’ve been sick and don’t have much else, but I’ve stocked up on a lot of nourishing herbs like Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng. I’ll give these to my parents-in-law to help them recover.”
"You've come all this way, and you've brought such expensive gifts." The aunt accepted the gifts with a smile.
Ye Muling felt embarrassed for a moment; the thousand taels of goods she had brought paled in comparison to these treasures.
"Have you gone back?" Xie Qinglan looked in Ye Chaoxi's direction, her cool voice carrying a hint of tenderness.
Ye Chaoxi nodded, walked over to him, and naturally helped push his wheelchair. "Let's go, you haven't had your acupuncture today."
"Um."
After saying goodbye to the Earl's wife, the two left the Earl's residence.
Ye Muling stared at the two figures as they left, her face filled with disbelief.
On the day of her return to her parents' home in her previous life, Xie Qinglan never appeared from beginning to end. After marrying him, he remained in a coma due to poisoning.
Today, not only did he not faint, but he also came to the Earl's mansion to pick up Ye Chaoxi to support her, and even his tone and demeanor were very gentle.
How come it's different from my past life?!
Ye Muling couldn't understand it, but then she thought, Xie Qinglan is going to die sooner or later, why should she care about these things?
The most important thing now is to ask her mother for some money to improve their lives!
Finally, she pestered the aunt for some of her private savings and left the aunt's mansion with Meng Wenjin.
As soon as they left the Earl's residence, Meng Wenjin said impatiently, "Muling, I have a social engagement tonight, so I'll probably stay at my classmate's house. You should go to sleep early and don't wait for me."
Ye Muling asked in confusion, "Another social engagement? Didn't you just go yesterday?"
Meng Wenjin explained, "Tonight it's a few other classmates, and I couldn't refuse."
"Don't you need to study for next year's imperial examination?" Ye Muling asked again.
"It's only September now, the imperial examinations won't be held until next year, there's still a long time, no rush, I'm confident in your husband!" Meng Wenjin assured him confidently, then quickly left.
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