Although it was the emperor who granted the marriage, all the necessary procedures of the Wen family were followed. Wen Jing was reluctant to let Murong Shu suffer any injustice. He knew that he could finally marry the girl he had been dreaming of openly, so he naturally had to tell everyone about it in a high-profile manner.

The Wen family specially asked someone to calculate an auspicious date, and went to the Mu Mansion in a grand manner to propose marriage, ask for the name, propose the good news, propose the betrothal gift, and ask for the date. As the men of the Mu family were very reluctant to let go, the two families discussed and decided to set the wedding date in the early spring of the following year.

Mousse was unhappy for a long time because of this, so he disliked Wen Ye even more. The two of them still quarreled frequently, but it was obvious that Wen Ye was more cocky, and he accidentally went too far.

That day in the Hanlin Academy, the two quarreled again, and Wen Ye said smugly, "Your little niece will have to call me second brother in the future, hahahahaha."

Mousse was angry at first when he heard him showing off, but then he thought that this was not right, as he was the elder. Then he said to Wen Ye with a sly smile, "Of course I have to call you Second Brother, but have you forgotten that your Third Brother has to follow Shu'er and call me Second Uncle? I am a generation older than you, hahahaha, so, Wen Er, hurry up and call me Second Uncle."

Wen Ye was dumbfounded. He was so busy showing off that he really forgot about this. Although Mousse was annoying, he was indeed Murong Shu's biological uncle. Wen Ye started to act like a spoiled brat when he couldn't argue with Mousse.

"What second uncle or not? We are colleagues. If you want to be called second uncle, why not go find my third brother? He will definitely be happy to do so. Of course, we can discuss our own affairs."

"I don't care. I am your elder. If you are not satisfied, I will ask Madam Wen to judge the matter next time I see her." When Mousse brought up Madam Wen, Wen Ye instantly became a little timid.

"So what if I call you second uncle? You're not as capable as your eldest brother. You still can't give birth to a daughter." Wen Ye's words hit Mousse right in the throat.

Mousse's fingers were shaking with anger. She pointed at Wen Ye and said, "You, don't go too far. You're talking as if you can give birth to a daughter. I wish you a son this time, and next time you can have a son too, and give birth to a bunch of sons."

Mousse's words immediately irritated Wen Ye. His wife's due date had already arrived, and the daughter he had been dreaming about was about to come. Now Mousse actually wished him to have a son. He couldn't stand it.

"You gave birth to a bunch of sons, but my wife will definitely give birth to a daughter this time. I am smarter than you, and I am the only one in our Wen family who can give birth to a daughter." Wen Ye was so angry that he was incoherent, but it did not affect his determination to have a daughter. He was the smartest person in the Wen family and would definitely give birth to a daughter.

Mousse was going to argue with him for a few more sentences, but when he accidentally saw Censor Ye coming over from the window, Mousse stopped talking instantly and asked Wen Ye with a smile, "Wen Er, do you mean that you only like the daughter born to your wife, but not the son?"

Wen Ye hadn't reacted yet, and he answered smoothly following Mousse's words, "Of course, my wife must be pregnant with a daughter. I like daughters."

\"Oh! It would be so pitiful if the second wife was pregnant with a son. The child's father wouldn't like it! \" Mousse's malicious voice made Wen Ye realize that something was wrong. He turned around and saw his father-in-law looking at him strangely.

"Father-in-law, why...why are you here? Don't get me wrong, Lord Mu and I were just joking." Wen Ye's voice was a little stuttering. His father-in-law was a crazy dote on his daughter. Any child born by his wife, his father-in-law would definitely like.

"If I hadn't come, how could I hear what you said? Here, your mother-in-law made this specially for you. If I had known you didn't like children, I shouldn't have brought it to you." Censor Ye handed a food box to Wen Ye in a bad mood, glared at him fiercely, then turned and left.

Wen Ye knew that there was a big misunderstanding, so he quickly chased after him, explaining as he walked, "Father-in-law, it's really not what you heard. I would still like my wife even if she gave birth to an ugly monster."

It would have been fine if Wen Ye didn't explain. Once he did, Censor Ye got even angrier. He pointed at Wen Ye and said, "You're the ugly one who actually thought about my little grandson like this."

"Father-in-law, don't be angry. What I mean is that I will like whatever my wife gives birth to." Wen Ye quickly admitted his mistake, fearing that he would anger his father-in-law.

"What can it give birth to? Of course it will be my adorable little grandson." Censor Ye felt that his son-in-law was becoming more and more crazy. He was too lazy to pay attention to him. He shook off Wen Ye's sleeve and strode away, leaving Wen Ye in tears.

Wen Ye realized that it was Mousse who was deliberately setting him up, and he was ready to go back to settle the score with Mousse. However, Mousse was discussing something with his colleagues, and it would be inappropriate for him to rush up and quarrel with him. So Wen Ye held his anger until the next shift.

In the carriage back home.

Mousse complained about what happened in the morning to his father, eldest brother and third brother, but earned the cold shoulder from the three of them.

Wen Shoufu: "Ye'er, if you are not as skilled as others, you need to learn more."

Wen Zhi: "After my sister-in-law got married, it was indeed like this according to the seniority. Second brother, please don't quarrel with Master Mu about this matter. It will hurt the harmony and make things difficult for my third brother."

Wen Jing: "Second brother, it doesn't matter whether you have a boy or a girl, don't be too obsessed, talent is very important."

Wen Ye complained for a long time but was defeated by the three Buddhists. He said unconvincedly, "I am the smartest son in the family. My wife must be having a daughter this time. Dad can just wait to hold his granddaughter."

Prime Minister Wen said to his son without even raising his eyelids, "Ye'er, Dad knows you have tried your best. Don't push yourself too hard. Your wife is a smart one."

Wen Zhi and Wen Jing couldn't help laughing out loud. Prime Minister Wen was almost saying directly, your wife is smarter than you, so just save yourself the trouble.

Wen Ye understood what his father meant. Seeing his eldest and third brothers laughing at him, he said unconvincedly, "Brother, you didn't give birth to a daughter either, and you're still laughing at me."

Wen Zhi smiled and said, "Your eldest sister-in-law is smart, and your eldest brother knows he is not as smart as her, so he never worries about it. We may not have much hope, so it would be more reliable to hope that your third brother will give our father and mother a granddaughter after marriage."

"Your elder brother is absolutely right." Prime Minister Wen agreed with his eldest son's words. Wen Ye became even sadder after hearing this, but he firmly believed that his wife was pregnant with a daughter. As soon as he returned home, he went to find his wife and talked to the child in her belly.

The father and his two sons shook their heads helplessly at the unreliable Wen Ye. Wen Shoufu patted Wen Jing on the shoulder and said expectantly, "Jing'er, keep going!"

Wen Jing was stunned. Looking at his father who had already walked away, he asked uncertainly, "Brother, father..."

"Hahaha, third brother, keep working hard. Our Wen family is relying on you. My father and I have high hopes for you." Wen Zhi also patted his brother's shoulder and left.

At this moment, Wen Jing was under unprecedented pressure, and he suddenly felt that he was not capable of doing anything.