Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Your marriage to Prince Pei was not easy to come by...
In the spring breeze, the apricot blossoms are covered with dew, and the trembling white petals fall on the bluestone slabs. There are a few particularly lively apricot blossoms floating in the air, and finally embellish the black bun of the girl under the tree.
Cui Ping smiled and said, "It seems that this apricot blossom has spirits. It floated over here with all its might, hoping to absorb your divine spirit."
Wu Jingxun gently brushed off the fallen flowers on her shoulders and hair: "Don't talk nonsense."
Cuiping knew that her wife had been under the strict control of Madam Tong since she was a child. Although she was as young as a flower, she had never been as pretty as other girls in Jinling City, wearing flowers in her hair. Her life was almost like that of the nuns in the temple.
Cuiping shut up in pain.
Who knows when Mrs. Tong will come again.
Just as she finished muttering in her heart, she heard movement coming from the gate of the courtyard.
"This servant pays respects to the Madam."
Mrs. Tong saw Wu Jingxun standing under the tree and subconsciously frowned: "Why are you standing outside? Have you finished reading "Rules for Women" and "Instructions for Women" today?"
The young girl under the apricot tree was dressed simply, with no makeup on her face, yet she had the beauty and purity of a lotus flower emerging from clear water.
The slight smile on her face just now was gone, and her eyes drooped subconsciously: "Mother, I have read it. It's a good day today, I thought I would go out for a walk-"
"What does it have to do with you if the sun is shining? What if you get tanned and ruin your looks?" Madam Tong felt that she had put a lot of effort into securing a marriage for her with the son of Marquis Pingning, and she must not make any mistakes.
Thinking of this, Madam Tong took her daughter's hand and earnestly admonished her, "Don't think I'm nagging you. The Prince of Pingning is of a much higher status than you. I'm really afraid that your marriage will be in vain and that the mother and daughter of that bitch will snatch you away again! You know the situation we've been in in this family. Your father, that heartless man, first said he wanted me to be a glamorous official wife, but then he married that bitch Sun Luqiu... Over the past decade, if it weren't for you and your sister, I really wanted to jump into a well and be free! Banban, do you understand how much effort I've put in?"
A'niang seldom called her by her nickname "Banban". She said that just to make her obey quickly.
Wu Jingxun lowered his eyes, his voice like the sound of a lotus before the Buddha, but with a dull tone: "I know."
Cuiping rolled her eyes secretly in her heart. Every time Madam Tong saw her wife, she would talk about these old stories, and she was not afraid of turning her wife into a resentful woman like her.
Talking about the incident in detail, it was Madam Tong who suffered the loss, but it was mentioned again and again year after year. Not to mention the master, even she, the maid, had calluses on her ears from hearing it.
Poor wives of theirs, having such a mother, they may never be able to get rid of her in this life.
Mrs. Tong knew that Wu Peifeng had stayed at Sun Luqiu's place last night. She was already in a bad mood, and when she saw that Wu Jingxun seemed a little abnormal today, she couldn't help but start talking about the past again.
Wu Jingxun remembered what happened that year very clearly without her having to explain it.
It's not that she is gifted at a young age, but Mrs. Tong will bring up this matter anytime and anywhere when she encounters some unpleasant situation.
She was only two years old at that time. Madam Tong took her and her seven-year-old brother Wu Hengxu with great difficulty from Fengcheng to Jinling City to live with her husband Wu Peifeng, who had won the third place in the imperial examination three years ago and was now an official in Jinling.
Needless to say, they had endured many hardships along the way. The mother and her two sons, looking disheveled, felt a little ashamed when they stood at the grand and wealthy gate of the Wu family.
They did find their husband. Wu Peifeng, who had become a fifth-rank Shaoqing of the Guanglu Temple at the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, was so famous that they dared not recognize him. But the beautiful woman next to him, who was dressed luxuriously and had a proud look, made them even more afraid to recognize him.
In just three years, in just three years, the unfaithful Wu Peifeng transformed himself into a fifth-rank official in Beijing, and even had a vixen by his side.
That’s not all, the vixen was holding a little vixen in her arms!
Mrs. Tong endured the humiliation and did not start yelling outside. She was holding Wu Jingxun in her arms, and a frightened young man followed closely beside her. The three of them walked through the corridor, looking at the elegant decorations that were completely different from their hometown in Fengcheng. They felt embarrassed and panicked.
For the sake of this wealth, Mrs. Tong thought at the time that if Peilang could ask that little bitch to kneel down and respectfully pour her tea and pay her respects, then she would not be without magnanimity.
Mrs. Tong had a beautiful thought, but when she heard the words "demote my wife to a concubine" from Wu Peifeng, the tight smile on her face finally broke out, and tears burst out. She begged desperately: "Pei Lang - Pei Lang - you and I have been married for life, and we love each other so much. You can't do this to me!"
Her emotions were fluctuating so much that the agate beads hanging from her bun were shaking violently. The faded agate beads hit the thin but still cute cheeks of the girl in her arms, and also hit Wu Peifeng's dark face.
Mrs. Tong realized that her daughter in her arms was only two years old, innocent and cute. When she was in Fengcheng, everyone praised her for her beauty and said that she was a rich lady who was born to enjoy a happy life.
Although after all the hardships along the way, the originally fairy-like young lady has become as thin as a refugee in the suburbs, doesn't this just prove how much suffering the three of them, mother and son, have endured in order to find him!
Mrs. Tong knelt down with her daughter in her arms, begging bitterly: "Pei Lang, Pei Lang! Our Ban Ban is still so young, how can you bear to make her a concubine's daughter? She will never be able to hold her head up high like me in the future? Ban Ban, Ban Ban... Do you still remember? This is the nickname you gave her when we were joking. I have called her this since she was born. She is your biological daughter!"
Wu Peifeng looked at the little girl with a pair of bright and beautiful eyes in Mrs. Tong's arms. This was his daughter, whose birth he only knew from letters.
Seeing Wu Peifeng's expression soften slightly, Madam Tong pinched her daughter quietly, wiped away her tears amid the child's shrill cries, and continued, "I am as lowly as a floating duckweed, so it doesn't matter how I am settled. But Cong'er and Banban are still young, and I can't bear to part with them—"
As she said this, she hugged her daughter and covered her face with her hands and started crying.
Wu Peifeng was a little shaken. Behind him, Sun Luqiu was holding her daughter Wu Shunhua, and her expression was not very good either. She looked at Wu Peifeng with some disdain and raised her chin: "Handle it properly, don't let outsiders laugh at me."
After saying that, she carried her daughter away.
Wu Peifeng looked at her back with an unpredictable expression.
At this time, Madam Tong and her seven-year-old eldest son, Wuxu Cong, also cried and begged: "Aye, Aye, please don't abandon us."
The crying of the child and the pleading of the woman lingered in his ears, but what emerged in Wu Peifeng's mind was Sun Luqiu's indifferent back.
She was the daughter of a high-ranking official, and even though she married him, a scholar who had won the imperial examination and came from a humble background, she still looked down on him deep down.
"Alright, get up! Don't let the children cry themselves out." Wu Peifeng continued, "Qiu Niang is of noble birth. Her father was my mentor, and I brought her into the mansion in a sedan chair carried by eight people. I can't treat her unfairly. I will make you my co-wife, equal to Qiu Niang. Cong Ge'er is still the eldest son, and Banban... is also a legitimate daughter of the Wu family."
Concubine? Concubine?
Sun Luqiu was carried into the Wu family in a sedan chair carried by eight people, so wasn't Tong Qinghua the same?
Mrs. Tong wanted to make a fuss again, but Wu Peifeng gave her a cold glance.
Her body froze instantly, and she could only swallow the words she hadn't said yet.
He is now a fifth-rank official, which is very impressive.
As a woman from a merchant family, could she still use the memories of supporting his studies to control him?
Looking at her young children, Mrs. Tong couldn't help crying.
She was the principal wife. If it weren't for them, she would never have swallowed the humiliation of becoming a concubine.
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Mrs. Tong came out of her memories and saw Wu Jingxun lowering his head with a calm look on his face. Her originally angry heart finally felt relieved.
Didn’t Wu Peifeng dislike her because she came from a merchant family and had a bad temper?
For the past decade or so, she has devoted herself to raising her daughter to be a dignified and well-behaved person, someone who even the mother and daughter of the bitch in Fengping Courtyard could not find fault with. Even the Queen Mother praised her as a "chaste and virtuous woman", and her marriage to the son of the Marquis of Pingning was confirmed. Madam Tong felt quite proud.
But as long as the marriage was not finalized, Mrs. Tong was still worried.
She wanted to give her most proud work a perfect home. "You've read 'Instructions for Women' and 'Instructions for Women', but how are you doing with cooking?"
Wu Jingxun shook her head slightly. Although she moved, the white jade beads hanging beside her black bun did not shake at all. This was the dignified behavior that Madam Tong liked most.
But she still frowned. "Could it be that because I haven't been keeping an eye on you these past few days, you've become lazy? If you're so lazy, how can you shoulder the responsibility of being the wife of the Marquis of Pingning in the future?"
Seeing that her wife was speechless after being scolded by her, Cuiping couldn't help but speak out: "Madam, you misunderstood. My wife has caught a cold these two days. She just got up today to do the homework you left for her..."
"You masters and servants, are you looking at me like a fool? You've caught a cold, so why are you still wandering around?" With the precedent of Wu Peifeng, Madam Tong hated being lied to the most. After hearing Cuiping's words, she not only didn't stop, but scolded even more vigorously. She tugged at Wu Jingxun and said, "You're wearing such light clothes. I wonder if you're deliberately being lazy and want to stay in bed and laze around after the cold weather!"
This is really going too far.
Cuiping wanted to say more, but after receiving a look from Wu Jingxun, she could only retreat unhappily.
"Don't be angry, mother. I won't delay what I have to do." Wu Jingxun's voice was calm, as clear as the sound of flowing mountain water. "Spring is chilly, and coughs are most likely to recur in spring. I've just made some loquat paste. If you feel a sore or itchy throat, just dissolve it in water and drink a cup. It will relieve the pain and you'll feel much better."
The girl in front of her had a calm face. Mrs. Tong took a closer look and found that there were some depressions on her cheeks, making her look too thin.
How can this be possible?
"Are you really sick? Look at your face, you're so thin you look haggard. What if someone from the Pei family's Pingning Marquis Mansion sees you like this and thinks you're a sickly child and can't bear children?" Madam Tong didn't care about her daughter's filial piety. She was used to it anyway, so she just ordered, "Go to the kitchen later and make a bowl of donkey-hide gelatin, red dates, and black chicken soup for your father. You've been sick at home these past two days and haven't been filial to him. He'll pay less attention to you and more to that little girl Wu Shunhua. That's not acceptable."
Seeing Madam Tong about to start cursing Madam Sun and her daughter again, Wu Jingxun suppressed his fatigue and nodded, "Son, I understand. It's still cold in early spring. I saw my brother coughing a few days ago. I don't know if he's recovered yet. Mother, please go check on him for me."
Is Congge sick?
Mrs. Tong no longer wanted to fight, and turned around and hurriedly prepared to go to Lianhengyuan where Wuxucong lived.
Nanny Wang, who was following Madam Tong, hesitated for a moment before stopping and bowing to Wu Jingxun. "Don't be sad, Madam. Madam is just like that. She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She's really doing this for your own good. These past few days, when she was burning incense and fulfilling her vows at Xingguo Temple, she prayed for you and the eldest son. Don't worry, just wait until you marry into the Pingning Marquis's mansion and become the Crown Prince's wife. Your life will be much better."
Everyone told her that everything would be fine once she got married.
But she was just handing her fate from her mother to another stranger.
What's the difference?
Seeing Wu Jingxun lowering her head and not saying anything, Nanny Wang sighed softly, bowed to her, turned around and ran after Madam Tong.
Cuiping finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Madam Tong and her servants had left. "Madam, shall I go make some soup for the master? The kitchen is smoky and hot. You've only just recovered from your cold, so don't go."
Zi Ping came over with a cloak and gently draped it over Wu Jingxun. "Yes, my lady, you haven't been idle these past few days despite your illness. How can you be as lazy as my wife said? You should rest well."
Wu Jingxun shook his head. "It's filial piety for children to serve their mother. How could I take away your achievements to show my affection to my father? I'll go there myself."
Looking at Wu Jingxun's slender yet graceful back, Cuiping and Ziping looked at each other and sighed silently.
My wife is good in every way, except that she was brought up too rigidly by Madam Tong.
Look at the second lady of Tangyu Courtyard. She acts recklessly, but doesn’t the master still love her?
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When Wu Jingxun brought the soup to pay his respects to Wu Peifeng, he happened to meet Wu Shunhua.
That was her second sister, a girl with a completely different temperament from hers.
Her temperament is as passionate as fire. Compared with the jade pendants and sachets that girls nowadays always carry with them, she always carries a soft golden whip.
"You've arrived just in time." Wu Peifeng waved, looking at his quiet and beautiful daughter. "The Changyi Princess's residence has sent an invitation, inviting you and Shunhua to enjoy the flowers together. Your second sister has an impulsive personality, and I'm afraid she might get into trouble again. You two sisters should go together."
Wu Jingxun responded obediently: "Yes, I understand."
"Tsk." Wu Shunhua was not convinced. "Having a wooden stake like this follow you around, just imagine how boring it would be!"
"Shunhua." Wu Peifeng's face darkened slightly.
He seemed to recall something, and smiled at his taciturn eldest daughter, stroking his beautiful beard. "Prince Pei will soon return home. This battle was a great victory, so he will stay in Jinling for a while longer. I want to arrange your marriage as soon as possible."
Wu Jingxun lowered her head. Her voice, like the melodies of a forest or a spring, was very pleasant to the ears, but no shyness or other emotions could be heard. "Yes, I will follow your mother's instructions."
Wu Peifeng sighed. This daughter was good in every way, but she was brought up in a very rigid way by her mother, which made her too boring.
"Okay, you guys go back first."
After hearing this, Wu Shunhua swaggered out of the door, and before doing so, he deliberately bumped Wu Jingxun with his shoulder.
Wu Jingxun was not angry, but just curled the corners of his lips gently towards her.
Wu Shunhua only felt that he had bumped into a fragrant and soft cloud.
Looking at Wu Jingxun's smile, she snorted heavily again.
She is so beautiful, but she is a dull person who can't even get angry.
Her mother, Mrs. Tong, kept saying that she and her daughter were vixens. Now that Wu Shunhua thought about it, it was clear that the vixen was someone else!
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——《Not a Good Wife》——
Xuan Mingzhu had been married into the Lu family for three years, serving her uncle and aunt and managing the household chores. Everyone in the Lu family and even in Jiankang City admired her virtue and propriety.
Only her husband.
Lu Yanting, the respected Dali Temple Minister who came from a wealthy family, won the top three places in the imperial examinations, and always treated her indifferently.
Tonight, Lu Yanting once again rested alone in the study without saying a word.
The delicious food that was served to celebrate their third wedding anniversary was already cold.
Xuan Mingzhu's face was as gloomy as water, and she broke a piece of the corner of the table.
She had suffered so much injustice, but she couldn't even touch his body.
Others thought she lived a life of luxury, but they didn't know that she could only eat porridge and small dishes every night.
Xuan Mingzhu sneered and kicked open the study door.
If you sleep with me again, I’ll divorce this bastard!
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Lu Yanting was shocked to find that his wife, who had always been quiet and gentle, was so strong.
After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, he closed his eyes and calmed himself down.
But then Xuan Mingzhu said coldly, "Husband, let's get a divorce."
A flash of thunder passed by, and Xuan Mingzhu watched Lu Yanting's mouth opening and closing.
What did he say?
A white light flashed before Xuan Mingzhu's eyes, and when she woke up, she was seventeen years old again.
Yunying is unmarried and has nothing to do with Lu Yanting.
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Lu Yanting felt an indescribable emotion about this bizarre encounter.
Thinking of the crazy bliss of last night, a faint blush appeared on the young man's face.
He was going to find his young wife.
Unexpectedly, he ran into her holding a martial arts competition to win a husband.
The onlookers exclaimed.
Oh, Yu Lang, who was loved by thousands of girls in Jiankang City, was kicked off the stage by Xuan Shisan Niang!
Xuan Mingzhu looked down at his embarrassed and stunned face as he fell to the ground, and smiled.
Cool!
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