Chapter 69 She is a noble concubine, while you are a lowly concubine!
He noticed that Su Zhirou's expression was getting increasingly unpleasant.
The maid couldn't help but comfort him, saying, "Young Master Xie... he must be busy entertaining guests up ahead..."
"You went to see it?"
"No!" The maid's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
Su Zhirou's lips curved into a very faint smile.
Cold, without a trace of a smile.
A banquet?
It's likely that the banquet went to the Qiushui Pavilion of that "noble concubine".
finally.
She stood up.
Since her husband wasn't coming, she would go and invite him.
Outside Qiushui Pavilion.
Before Su Zhirou even reached Qian Yueqiu's courtyard, she could hear the laughter of the maids and servants from afar.
The whole courtyard was filled with joy and harmony.
When you compare them like this...
Her courtyard was like a cold palace, and even the maids and servants looked dejected.
The old woman guarding the door was startled to see that it was the mistress of the house. She was about to announce her arrival when Su Zhirou stopped her with a look.
She went straight in.
Inside the room, red candles burned brightly.
Xie Jingxing was dressed in a groom's suit, his black hair loose and casually draped, adding to his lazy and dashing air.
He was sitting on the edge of the couch, holding a cup of wine for the couple, and smiling as he looked at the woman on the couch.
Qian Yueqiu removed her hairpins and jewelry, wearing only a light red nightgown, which made her skin appear even whiter than snow and her eyes sparkling with spring.
She was sipping wine from the cup under Xie Jingxing's hand, her eyes filled with pride and satisfaction.
The appearance of Su Zhirou.
Qian Yueqiu shrank into Xie Jingxing's arms as if startled.
A pair of beautiful eyes looked timidly at Su Zhirou, with a hint of innocence.
But in Su Zhirou's view...
Qian Yueqiu was provoking her!
And right in front of his legal wife, she snuggled into Xie Jingxing's arms.
She's a shameless vixen.
So she glared fiercely at Qian Yueqiu.
Qian Yueqiu was even more frightened now!
She slipped directly from Xie Jingxing's embrace and hid behind him.
My cousin said so.
Su Zhirou was the legal wife, while she was merely a concubine.
They are always inferior in terms of status.
If you can avoid seeing them at the Xie residence, then do so.
If you absolutely cannot avoid it and are bullied, do not confront Su Zhirou directly.
She can complain to Xie Jingxing.
You can also go home and complain.
My cousin will stand up for her then!
Anyway, she only had one task while staying at the Xie residence.
That means sleeping with Xie Jingxing every day and getting pregnant with his child.
Her cousin also told her, "Su Zhirou is weak and will never have children. As long as you have Xie Jingxing's child, even if you grow old and lose your beauty, even if you don't have the status of a legal wife, you can still enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of your life because of your child!"
On the other side.
The little girl was so frightened when she saw Su Zhirou coming over.
Xie Jingxing's smile froze instantly, turning into undisguised annoyance and anger at being disturbed: "What are you doing here?"
Su Zhirou's hand clenched quietly inside her sleeve, her nails digging deeply into her palm.
She looked at Xie Jingxing and said clearly, "Husband, no matter what, I am the matriarch of the Xie family. You should give me this respect."
"The matriarch of the household?" Xie Jingxing scoffed.
She knew what he was laughing at.
She was not a true "mistress of the house" at all.
But others don't know that!
Since Xie Jingxing promised to show her respect in front of outsiders.
She then had to maintain the dignity of being the matriarch of the household.
Su Zhirou suppressed the sob in her throat and continued, "Husband, I don't want to compete with Qian... or with Sister Qian for your favor, nor would I dare to disturb your enjoyment. It's just that tonight... tonight you must spend the night in my Jinse Courtyard. Even if it's just for show."
The inner room was eerily quiet.
Even if Qian Yueqiu is mentally challenged.
But at this moment, he also realized that Su Zhirou had come to steal him away.
Qian Yueqiu didn't want Xie Jing to leave, so she gently tugged at his sleeve from behind, her voice soft and sweet: "Husband, can you not leave?..."
They both call each other "husband".
Su Zhirou shouted, but felt nothing.
But when Qian Yueqiu called out, her soft and delicate voice stirred Xie Jingxing's heart.
At this moment, all he wanted was to get rid of Su Zhirou as soon as possible.
So he grabbed Su Zhirou and dragged her into a private room: "Respect? Su Zhirou, have you forgotten your place? Or do you think you're the legal wife just because you're wearing bright red?"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.
In this festive new house, it looked particularly ferocious.
Su Zhirou's face paled, and her straight back swayed almost imperceptibly.
Seeing her like this, Xie Jingxing's lips curled into a cruel smile: "What right do you have to compete with her? What face do you have to demand the 'respect' I give you?"
"You two, though both are concubines!" He paused deliberately, "but Yueqiu is a noble concubine!"
His gaze then shifted back to Su Zhirou, sharp as a poisoned ice pick: "You, Su Zhirou, are nothing but a lowly concubine—unworthy of being presented in public!"
A lowly concubine.
These two words, like two thunderclaps, exploded in Su Zhirou's ears.
A chilling sensation instantly spread from Su Zhirou's feet throughout her body.
She didn't know how she got out of Qiushui Pavilion.
When I arrived.
She still held a sliver of hope, a sliver of courage to fight for her place in the world.
When leaving.
Su Zhirou was left with only an empty shell, devoid of her soul.
In Jinse Courtyard.
The pair of enormous dragon and phoenix wedding candles were already mostly burned.
She walked to the table, her gaze falling on the untouched pair of nuptial wine cups.
The wine in the jade cup shimmered with a clear light.
She picked up the glass that belonged to the groom.
My fingertips are cold and trembling slightly.
She looked at her reflection in the glass, distorted and broken.
Just like her life right now!
first.
Su Zhirou felt a little regretful.
She regretted entering the Xie family, a prison, for the sake of the Sixth Prince.
And what about the sixth prince?
I haven't seen him for a month. He's probably spending all his time with that richest man's daughter!
Even something as important as her marriage.
The sixth prince did not show up.
At this moment, Su Zhirou had doubts.
Did the Sixth Prince ever truly love her?
If you really like it.
How could I bear to let her marry another man?
But he did indeed test poison on himself for her sake.
But he did find ancient medicinal herbs to prolong her life!
Autumn Water Pavilion.
After dismissing Su Zhirou, Xie Jingxing hurried back to his room to comfort Qian Yueqiu.
Qian Yueqiu did not sit in front of the mirror or by the couch as he had expected.
She stood at the doorway, looking like a thief at the room where he and Su Zhirou were.
turn out to be.
Even if she's not very bright, she'll still get jealous.
Xie Jingxing felt as if something had gently pricked his heart, causing a subtle pain.
He walked over quietly, gently embracing her from behind, his chin resting on the top of her cool hair, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness and apology: "Qiu'er...have you been waiting long?"
He anticipated that she would ask more questions and become displeased.
But Qian Yueqiu wouldn't do that.
She gently turned around in his arms, tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling, and said in a voice that was almost a murmur, yet incredibly clear, "Xie Jingxing, let's go to sleep..."
These few simple words were like a spark, instantly igniting the suppressed heat in Xie Jingxing's heart.
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