On the second day, at daybreak, Aoying moved her fingers and slowly woke up.

She always woke up like this. Before she got married, she got up early every day to make cakes and then took them to the market to sell. It had become a habit.

In addition to her own breathing, there was another even and steady breathing in the room.

Aoying was startled and mistakenly thought that a thief had entered the room.

Turning around, she saw Meng Zhao's clear face. Thinking of everything that happened last night, her fair cheeks blushed slightly, and then she accepted the fact that she was already married.

Aoying retracted her gaze and slowly sat up.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she raised her eyes and looked at Meng Zhao again. Seeing his hands still tied to the bed rails, she widened her eyes in surprise.

Did you forget to untie the eldest son's belt last night?

Qingying felt a little annoyed. She prayed in her heart that Meng Zhao would not be too angry when he woke up. She

moved over carefully and untied the belt very gently.

Qingying got down to the ground lightly, picked up the messy wedding dress on the ground, and put it on the rack.

There was no need to wear a wedding dress today, so Qingying took a plain silk dress from the box and put it on.

After tidying up her makeup and hair, Qingying turned around, carefully lifted the quilt, pulled out the white square handkerchief under Meng Zhao, and then went out to pay her respects to Madam Meng.

Madam Meng saw the red spots on the handkerchief and smiled slightly.

"How is Zhao'er now?" she asked.

Qingying looked shy and answered softly, "The eldest master was not awake yet when I came. Maybe he slept too late last night and was delayed this morning."

Madam Meng's smile deepened. She thought that Meng Zhao liked Qingying's body and tormented her until late at night, so he couldn't get up.

Madam Meng rewarded Qingying with a bag of silver and asked her to serve Meng Zhao well in the future. She also said that her father could return home tomorrow. Qingying

took the silver, knelt down, and returned to the room.

As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she heard a low roar with anger: "Kneel down!"

Qingying raised her eyes and looked forward, and saw Meng Zhao sitting in a wheelchair with a sullen face, staring at her angrily.

Qingying held her handkerchief tightly, did not dare to step forward, and did not kneel down immediately.

Seeing her so ignorant of the rules, Meng Zhao's anger intensified. He picked up a teacup from the table and threw it to the floor.

With a "bang", the cup shattered, porcelain pieces flew, and Qingying's heart trembled.

"The master asked you to kneel down, don't you understand?" Meng Zhao raised his eyebrows and glanced at Qingying, his eyes were cold and sharp like a knife.

Qingying was so scared that her calves went weak. She didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and immediately walked forward, slowly bent her knees and knelt in front of Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao looked at the woman's dark hair, his chest heaving with anger. He shouted, "Who gave you the courage, a little concubine, to ride on the master's head and act wildly?" He

smashed the cup just now, raised his hand, and his sleeves slipped down. Glancing at the bruise on his wrist, Meng Zhao was so angry that he raised his hand and smashed another teacup.

This woman is really presumptuous, she must be disciplined.

With a "bang", the second cup was smashed in front of Qingying, and the broken porcelain pieces flew up, scratching her fair face, cutting a small cut, and bright red blood seeped out.

Meng Zhao's anger had not yet subsided. He looked at Qingying who was kneeling on the ground with a cold eye and scolded her loudly: "It is a serious crime to commit treason and humiliate the master. You kneel down and do not get up without my order."

Qingying knelt on the ground, lowered her head, and said nothing. She knew that she would not have an easy life in the Meng family in the future.

But it didn't matter. She didn't marry into the Meng family to win Meng Zhao's favor. The handkerchief stained with blood had been sent to the lady, and my father could return home tomorrow.

Author: Seeking beads~