When Mrs. Meng heard that there was another girl who met the requirements, she hurriedly asked Grandma Wang to explain everything.

Grandma Wang then told what she knew about Aoying: "The girl's name is Aoying. She is seventeen years old and beautiful. She sells cakes at a stall on the west end of Jinghua Street. She is known as the 'Snack Xishi'. Because of her extraordinary beauty, she often attracts the covetousness of some young men. A few days ago, a dissolute young man came to her stall to make trouble. To protect her, her father had a conflict with the young man, and was later framed for theft and thrown into jail."

Hearing this, Madam Meng's eyes flashed, and she opened her lips and ordered, "Prepare the car, I want to go and talk to her in person."

Grandma Wang took Madam Meng to Jinghua Street. Madam Meng glanced at Aoying who was busy in front of the stall from a distance through the gap in the curtain.

She told Grandma Wang to buy all the cakes on Qingying's stall. After buying the cakes, she took Qingying to meet her at the teahouse opposite.

In the teahouse.

Madam Meng used a tea lid to spread the tea leaves floating on the steaming water. She lowered her head and took a sip of the fine Biluochun, then covered the tea lid and gently placed it on the table.

At this time, Grandma Wang just led Qingying in. Madam

Meng did not put on airs, and waved her hand to signal Qingying to sit down. She stared at Qingying's delicate face for a while and sighed: "This little face is indeed beautiful and charming. The gift money will be doubled to one hundred taels of silver."

Qingying knew what Madam Meng was talking about. Grandma Wang had mentioned it to her this morning.

But she didn't want to marry a rich family and serve them with her beauty. She just wanted to marry an honest man and live with him.

Qingying still insisted on her original intention and declined politely, "Thank you for your kindness, Madam, but Qingying doesn't know the rules of a rich family. I just want to live a poor life."

"Don't be so hasty to refuse. I'll add one more condition." Madam Meng looked at Qingying and said, "If you are willing to marry into the Meng family, after consummating the marriage with my son, I can rescue your father from prison."

Dad...

When she mentioned her father, Qingying's originally calm expression immediately changed.

She didn't care about the amount of the gift money, but the condition of rescuing her father was too tempting.

Aoying was a filial girl. Her stubborn heart was a little shaken. "Mrs. Meng, can you allow me to think about it for a few days? After all, this is a matter of life and death. It is not a joke. Aoying needs to think carefully."

"Okay, I'll give you three days."

Mrs. Meng asked Aoying to think it over and then ask someone to send her a message after three days.

But Aoying hadn't made up her mind yet. Even after three days, she still couldn't make up her mind and didn't ask anyone to send a message.

Three days and three days, six days had passed. The next Mao day was approaching. Mrs. Meng couldn't wait any longer, so she showed the scene at the beginning and came to ask Aoying for the answer in person.

*

Two days later, Aoying stepped into the luxurious Meng Mansion.

As Mrs. Meng thought, the answer she brought was affirmative.

Between marrying and not marrying, Aoying actually hesitated for a long time.

Marrying a crippled man as a concubine, she spent her whole life as a slave.

Qingying was from a poor family, without any family background. She could foresee how hard her future would be when the eldest son of the Meng family married a wife in such a big house.

After she entered the Meng family, she had no future. She had to look at other people's faces every day to live. She was trapped in this desolate and lonely house, living with such a crippled man.

Her life was wasted like this.

Qingying was a little hesitant. When she was staring at the golden bag in her hand, her five-year-old brother Xiao Qinghe jumped into her arms and asked her in a baby voice:

"Sister, it's been a month. Where is Dad? Why hasn't he come home yet? My mother and I miss him so much. Last night, Mom had a dream and called Dad's name in the dream."

Qingying's nose was sore and her eyes were red. All the persistence in her heart was shattered at this moment.

She touched Qinghe's little head and choked slightly, saying: "Dad went out to visit relatives and will be back in two days."

Dad was imprisoned because of her. Now there is an opportunity to rescue Dad. Qingying doesn't want to miss it, so she agreed to the surprise.

On the day of Mao.

Qingying wore a pink wedding dress and was carried into the Meng family by the Meng family servants on a small sedan chair.

The marriage was done without worshipping heaven and earth, and a simple banquet was held. A concubine

cannot wear a red veil. Qingying wore a pink square scarf on her head and sat upright on the bed, waiting for Meng Zhao to lift it.

Author: I have added more chapters in advance, please give me some pearls