"He's from a poor family and has absolutely no connections in the court. Doesn't he have to fawn over the Marquis's mansion?"
"Without the Marquis's mansion, he might be removed from his position as Vice Minister in just a few days!"
"I don't believe you can't see through their little scheme!"
"You did this on purpose!"
"Whether it's the old lady or you, Jiang Shuwan, you've done all this for your beloved prince, haven't you?"
“He has offended so many people outside and is ostracized everywhere. You should send my son away as a favor to the new vice minister’s family for a marriage alliance. This will not only consolidate his position but also give him an extra helper in court.”
"You wicked woman! How vicious you are!"
Wen Shi leaned against the door, pointing at Jiang Shuwan and cursing loudly.
“My poor son, the whole family wanted to send you out as a daughter for a marriage alliance. A grown man, you’ve become a tool for marriage, and you’ve been kept in the dark, calling him brother and old lady, sob sob sob…”
"My beloved son, you've suffered so much!"
Wen cried and wailed, tears and snot streaming down her face as she cried and screamed, her eyes burning with resentment.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he spoke with hatred.
"With me here, your schemes will not succeed!"
"I would rather die than agree to this marriage!"
"And you, Jiang Shi, I heard you've been getting close to Pei Yanzhi lately, hahaha, it seems you've been fooled by him too, is it because he saved you last time and you're very touched?"
"It's all a lie, a complete lie!"
“He didn’t want to save you; he just wanted to take the opportunity to kick me out of the manor, because once I’m gone, no one will know his true colors.”
"A mean-spirited, cold-blooded beast who would do anything for power and status."
"You've all been fooled by him!"
"He tricked me!"
After leaving Lotus Village, as soon as they got into the carriage, Qingxing took out some wound medicine from the box and bandaged Jiang Shuwan's wrist.
"That lady is really something, she smashes things when she gets angry. Luckily, Miss dodged quickly, otherwise it wouldn't have been her arm that got hurt."
"No need to bandage it, just apply some medicated wine."
Jiang Shuwan said calmly that ever since the vase incident, she had been wary of the Wen family.
I dodged quickly this time, otherwise I would have been hit by the palace lantern. However, my arm was still scratched and bruised. It looked scary, but it was nothing serious.
"But Miss, why does Madam keep saying that the young master is lying?"
"What exactly did the prince lie to her about?"
“Over the years, it’s not just her who has bullied the prince. Through wind, frost, rain, and snow, whenever he’s home, he has to pay his respects to her, not even for a single day.”
"It's only because the young master is honest; anyone else would have pretended to be sick and not gone."
“Your young master is not honest…” Jiang Shuwan sighed.
In her previous life, she had heard some rumors that Pei Yanzhi had the appearance of a gentleman but the heart of a devil.
The Marquis's household was further devastated, with mother and son growing apart, father and son turning against each other... and many other things happened, all of which were tragic.
Even she herself had been deceived by Pei Yanzhi once.
However, now that his interests align with Pei Yanzhi's, there's no need to be too wary of him.
Thinking it over, when she returned to the Marquis's residence and told the old lady about Wen's attitude, the old lady also got angry.
"Fine, fine, she doesn't even want such a good marriage, and she even turns around and accuses us of taking advantage of Yunzhou."
"In that case, let Yunzhou decide her own marriage!"
"You don't need to worry about Wan'er anymore, you'll have plenty of free time."
That's great, she's not a pushover who would rather have a comfortable life than make trouble for herself.
"Yes, we'll do whatever the old lady says."
Jiang Shuwan readily agreed, and from then on, she truly stopped caring about Pei Yunzhou's marriage. When the Wen family from Lotus Manor sent several messages asking her to come over, she pretended to be sick and didn't go.
Pei Yanzhi didn't know how to feign illness, and was often tormented by Wen Shi; that was Pei Yanzhi's choice.
She can't stand hardship.
And so, Jiang Shuwan stayed comfortably in her room for a few days, during which time she also made a trip to the Earl's residence.
Jiang Yao collapsed onto the chair and wept bitterly, much to the dismay of her mother-in-law, who resented her lack of self-control.
Even Lianxiang and Lianyu, who were heavily pregnant, and their two concubines looked at Pei Lingyu, who was standing in the pavilion, and the beautiful woman beside him with disdain.
The woman was beautiful and dressed in a brightly colored outfit. When she first came in, she was covered by a fox fur coat, so it was not noticeable. But as she went inside, she took off the fox fur coat, revealing a long satin dress embroidered with bright red dahlias.
Her hair was adorned with gold hairpins, and she wore purple eyeshadow, exuding an air of perfume and cosmetics.
She walks with a swaying waist and hips, alluring and seductive, not like a respectable woman.
She had a flat stomach, but deliberately made a strenuous effort by supporting her back. She complained of being tired after only a few steps, and no one asked her to sit down when she came in, so she just sat down on her own.
"Who is this person, acting so arrogantly in the Earl's mansion? And making Jiang Yao cry like a baby."
Filled with doubt, Jiang Shuwan entered the room and sat down to the left of her aunt.
"It's a misfortune for our family. The Crown Prince's wife has made you laugh at us."
The aunt covered her face and wept, looking utterly ashamed and unable to face anyone.
It's really strange. Madam Bo has always thought, like Jiang Yao, that Pei Lingyu is a genius with unparalleled poetic talent. How come she thinks Pei Lingyu is embarrassing now?
Pei Lingyu stood in the middle of the room, looking somewhat embarrassed.
This is strange, as Pei Lingyu's image has always been that of a dashing and handsome young master, a social butterfly, so it's not easy to embarrass him.
"Mother, please don't cry. This is a joyous occasion," Pei Lingyu said awkwardly.
"A happy occasion? You got a prostitute pregnant and she even came to your door looking for you, and you still have the nerve to call that a happy occasion?"
How could you say that? Are you even human?!
"You've completely disgraced our family for decades, sob sob sob..."
It turned out that this woman was a prostitute.
No wonder Madam Bo looked ashamed of Pei Lingyu.
After all, she was still waiting for Pei Lingyu to become the top scholar and trample the Wen family on top of her. Unexpectedly, before the imperial examination was even held, Pei Lingyu gave her a "surprise".
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"Madam, my brother-in-law has been behaving very well lately, studying diligently. Could there be some misunderstanding?"
“What misunderstanding? He admitted it himself; he’s three months pregnant,” the aunt said, sobbing as she wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.
"Three months?"
Jiang Shuwan was indeed surprised; three months had indeed passed from the autumn examination to mid-January.
However, as far as she knew, Pei Lingyu had been studying at the Imperial Academy during the day for the past three months.
At night, Jiang Yao would watch over him while he read. Jiang Yao was like the jade pendant on his waist, never leaving his side. How could Pei Lingyu have time to find a woman?
From the moment Pei Lingyu opened her eyes until she closed them, someone was guarding her, giving her no chance whatsoever.
"On the horse, on the horse, on the carriage..." The aunt covered her face, stammering out those three words incoherently.
Jiang Shuwan was stunned for a moment before she reacted.
"Call the courtesans to the carriage..."
Yes.
Pei Lingyu had no freedom, day or night, except for the time she spent traveling between the Earl's Mansion and the Imperial Academy in her carriage.
But this is just too absurd...
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