Chapter 121: Marriage Exchange (2)
In the General's Mansion, Old Lady Shen bore the brunt of the hatred for the First Wife. While unable to control Shen Xin, Old Lady Shen was able to secretly manipulate Shen Miao's marriage. Previously, with Ren Wanyun's help, Shen Miao's reputation as a fool spread throughout Ming Qi. Now that Shen Miao had been freed from such foolish titles, and someone came to propose marriage, Old Lady Shen, with her scheming mind, would surely find a way to dissuade them.
"With a fate as lowly as hers, how could she possibly deserve such good fortune? I'm afraid she'll die in this house before she even gets married." Ren Wanyun's words were filled with venom. She looked at the closed door of the inner room, where Shen Qing rested day and night, unwilling to see anyone. A trace of resentment flashed through her heart: "But the master actually wants Qing'er to marry that kind of person!"
Shen Gui didn't even know Shen Qing was pregnant, and Ren Wanyun had no intention of telling him. Shen Gui was such a cold-hearted person, and while he could tolerate Shen Qing's loss of virginity, if he knew Shen Qing was pregnant, he would definitely force her to abort the child, regardless of her health.
Even so, Shen Gui was afraid that the truth would be revealed, so he urged Ren Wanyun to find a marriage for Shen Qing. He only wanted Shen Qing to marry off early, and the other party should be a good family. So after much selection, they chose Huang Dexing, the youngest son of the Shaofu Supervisor.
The Huang family was actually a higher class than the Wei family, naturally possessing countless splendor and wealth. However, compared to the Wei family, the Huang family's master and mistress were both extremely ruthless, and Huang Dexing was even more of a homosexual.
Because of this, the Huang family did not care much about choosing a daughter-in-law. As long as the daughter-in-law had a gentle temperament and could turn a blind eye to Huang Dexing's licentious affairs, they did not care about anything else.
Shen Gui thought that since Shen Qing had already been defiled, it would be better for her to marry into the Huang family. Huang Dexing had no interest in women and would not touch Shen Qing, so naturally, the secret would remain undiscovered. Shen Qing could just sit back and enjoy the fame of being the Huang family's daughter-in-law and the wealth and glory. And he, with his kinship with the Huang family, could further his career.
While Shen Gui's idea was certainly a good one, Ren Wanyun disagreed. Even though Shen Qing had been defiled, Ren Wanyun was determined to find her a good marriage. Marrying Huang Dexing would be like being a widow for life, and she wouldn't trade her daughter for such a marriage. Shen Gui and Ren Wanyun had argued for a long time over this matter, exacerbating their already icy relationship. Shen Gui rarely visited Caiyun Garden, spending his days in his concubine's quarters.
"It would be better if the fifth young lady and the eldest young lady married different people." Caiju said angrily.
The speaker may not mean anything, but the listener may take it seriously. Ren Wanyun's eyebrows jumped when she heard this, and she suddenly looked at Caiju: "What did you say!"
Caiju was startled and stammered, "This servant said it would be better if the Fifth Miss and the Second Miss married someone else."
"You're right!" Ren Wanyun stood up suddenly, her face suddenly filled with ecstasy. She said, "That's right, as long as Qing'er and that little bitch's marriage is switched, it will be all right..." She murmured, "It should have been my Qing'er's. This time, let that little bitch suffer the consequences!" As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something: "Bring my cloak, and go to Rongjing Hall."
"Madam, what are you doing at Rongjing Hall?" Caiju and Xianglan were confused by Ren Wanyun's sudden action. But Ren Wanyun grinned and said, "Of course, it's to Madam, to leave behind that good marriage with the Wei family."
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On a winter day, the sunlight shone upon the flowers and plants on the windowsill, casting a pale green hue on them. Yet, the sunlight was thin, as if it would be broken if one wasn't careful. Shen Miao wore a brocaded skirt embroidered with two butterflies standing on water, and a narrow-shouldered lotus-embroidered blouse in purple. The deep purple made her already fair skin appear almost transparent, and her features seemed as clean as if drawn in ink. Even standing still before the window, a faint aura of nobility lingered from her.
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