Tang Baozhu was tidying up the house next to the main house. The commotion was so great. As the lady of the Marquis's mansion who had been in charge for twenty or thirty years, she must have connections.
Moreover, she probably had the most connections, so she quickly learned about Tang Baozhu's situation and, after a little thought, realized that she was preparing to take the child back.
She knew perfectly well that as long as she wasn't willing to let go, the woman would never be able to take the child back, but the thought of that woman always hiding behind while her own silly son charged ahead made her feel quite aggrieved.
Parents can never win against their children. If Xingchen really comes to her place to hug her son, should she give him to him or not?
Mother Yong was immediately conflicted, but then she suddenly realized that she shouldn't have given her daughter-in-law such a hard time today. Otherwise, her grandson would still be right beside her, and this uncertain situation wouldn't have arisen.
He was furious, but there was no way to discuss it with him. The Marquis had gone to court to work, so there was no way to talk to him about it.
However, by mid-afternoon, two large blisters appeared near my mouth, clearly caused by stress and internal heat.
Even drinking some bitter tea to try and cool down didn't work; she couldn't calm down the anger she was holding in.
Moreover, she didn't want to call the family physician. If she did, everyone else in the Marquis's mansion would know, and she didn't want to lose face in front of her daughter-in-law.
Tang Baozhu had no idea that her mother-in-law was furious. At that moment, she was happily looking at the room that the maids had cleaned up. It looked quite cozy, but it wasn't decorated in a particularly luxurious way, and there weren't even any brightly colored fabrics.
He nodded in satisfaction. Resting in a room like this, he figured the children's eyes wouldn't get hurt, especially since the room was decorated so warmly.
After the house was furnished, all that was left was for my son to move in.
For the rest of the time, Tang Baozhu found things to do to pass the time, planning to have Yong Xingchen bring the child back after he returned.
Tang Baozhu was waiting inside when Yong Xingchen was stopped by the maid waiting at the entrance of the Marquis's mansion as soon as he returned.
"Greetings, Your Highness. Your Majesty, Madam requests your presence."
Normally, when there was nothing to do, Yong's mother would not let anyone wait for him at the door. At this moment, when Yong Xingchen heard that his mother was looking for him, he wondered if something had happened, so he went directly to the backyard with the maid.
On the way, my mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts, and I kept thinking something had happened, so I walked faster.
As she walked, she asked the maid leading the way, "Is Mother feeling unwell? Why is she in such a hurry to find me?"
The maid looked conflicted. In the eyes of other maids, they would definitely side with whoever was the maid, but she really didn't know what to say.
After all, the young mistress went back after paying her respects, and all she did was tidy up her room; she didn't do anything else.
But the old lady felt that the young mistress definitely wanted to take the child back, and she was so anxious that she had several blisters on her lips, which made her not know what to say.
"Your Highness will find out when you get to Madam's place."
The maid didn't say anything, and Yong Xingchen didn't insist, but he quickened his pace.
When they arrived at the main house in the backyard, they saw their mother sitting in a grand chair, looking much more haggard than she had a couple of days ago.
"Mother, what happened? Why do you look so haggard? And you have so many blisters on your lips? Just tell me what's wrong, why are you making yourself so anxious?"
When Yong's mother saw her son return, she felt she should complain first, lest he forget about her after seeing his wife.
“Son, your daughter-in-law is going to bully your mother to death! She wants to take her grandson away and has even tidied up the house. She’s not going to let this old woman have an easy time.”
Yong Xingchen found it hard to believe that his precious daughter would bully his mother. He thought his daughter had a childlike personality and was occasionally a bit dramatic, but she was still very polite to her father and mother.
So she argued, "Mother, are you mistaken? You and Baozhu get along so well, and the child has always been with you. Why would she take the child away? Have you misunderstood something?"
When Yong's mother heard her son's question, she lowered her head guiltily and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Is she going to say that she took the child away because they wouldn't let her see it?
Yong Xingchen was a very shrewd person. As soon as he saw his mother's expression, he knew that there must be something going on.
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Baozhu was not the kind of person who was two-faced. He was quite happy and felt that he had not misjudged her.
"Mother, tell me what happened. Even if I want to comfort Baozhu, I need to know what happened before I can say anything."
Mother Yong was feeling rather guilty, and her voice was a little softer. "It's all because she said some nonsense in your ear, trying to drive a wedge between us. That's why I didn't let her come in to greet me this morning, and I also didn't let her look after the child. Maybe that made her uncomfortable, so I was going to take the child away. But you can't blame me for that. Who told her to always be so seductive in front of you, making you forget your mother after you got married?"
She sounded a bit guilty at first, but by the end she seemed to be in the right, angry at her son for being so useless, so easily bewitched by a woman, completely lost.
Yong Xingchen found his mother's words both funny and exasperating. Although he was indeed completely infatuated with Baozhu, he had absolutely not forgotten his mother after getting married.
Moreover, he felt that Baozhu was so good that she deserved his sincere treatment, but he didn't know why his mother always liked to make things difficult for Baozhu.
“Mother, think about this objectively. Do you think you did the right thing? Baozhu greets you every morning and evening just to see An'an a little longer, but now you're not letting her into the house and preventing her from seeing the child. She'll definitely want to take the child back. No mother can accept not being able to see her child.”
"Looking at it from another angle, if I had been taken away by my grandmother when I was just born, my mother would probably have done something even worse than Baozhu, right? But my grandmother didn't take me away then, so why is my mother stopping Baozhu from seeing the child now?"
Although Yong's mother felt that she might have done something wrong, she would never admit it. She would only think that her son had become too independent and was helping his wife.
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