Chapter 10: The Living King is online

"Finally, the young master played on the swing in the yard."

"He also knows how to play such a boring activity as swing?" Xu Wanhuai wondered, especially the super-large swing.

If the rope breaks, he won't fall to death.

"The young master doesn't want to play on the swing." Cui Liu replied.

"?"

"The ones swinging on the swing are birds and cats. There are eight cages hanging on the ropes, four of which are birds and four of which are cats. Next to each bird is a cat that is watching closely. When the young master started the swing, the birds screamed in fear for the whole afternoon."

Xu Wan: “…”

The picture is already there, the real living King Yan is online!

"But don't worry, Madam. These birds have been raised in the young master's courtyard since they were young. They are very strong and have been chirping for an entire afternoon without any one fainting."

Xu Wan: “…”

It is worthy of being the bird raised by Zong Jincheng.

The pressure resistance is also first-class.

Xu Wan asked again: "Then he has no other serious work to do? No study or martial arts?"

Speaking of this, Cui Liu suddenly fell silent.

Xu Wan turned to look at her.

But I heard: "The young master likes to practice martial arts. General Zhao said that he is very talented. If he is trained well, he will definitely become an outstanding general in the future. But the old lady changed her face when she heard it, and forbade the young master to touch any martial arts again."

The ancestors of the Yuanyang Marquisate were all military generals, and the title of marquis was won by them in battle. However, in the battle eight years ago, the second son of the marquisate died in the battle, and the eldest son said he was missing, but it was more likely because the body was not found.

Everyone actually knows what the truth is.

Fortunately, Zong Zhao brought back Zong Jincheng before he went to war, otherwise the entire Yuanyang Marquis Mansion would have almost been extinct.

No matter how strong the old lady was, she was just a mother. Losing her son in middle age was already a great pain. If her grandson died on the battlefield in the future, it would probably be a devastating blow to her.

Xu Wan quickly figured this out and understood the old lady's approach. If she were in the same situation, she would probably make the same choice.

"Besides martial arts, does he like polo or horse racing?"

We still have to find out what interests him.

Cui Liu said, "Just now, housekeeper Liu came to report that the son of the Minister of Rites came to see the young master and wanted to invite him to play polo at the polo field, but the young master refused."

"Ah?" Xu Wan was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

Cui Liu didn't find it funny at first, but when she saw that she didn't realize that she was the culprit, she couldn't help laughing: "Madam, you forgot that you just reduced the young master's servants from six to one. The young master is probably too embarrassed to go out and play."

"Pfft, what a child's thinking. No matter how people make fun of him, he is still the only legitimate grandson of the Marquis' Mansion! What's there to be embarrassed about? If I had the same treatment as him, I would be confident to go out and play by myself every day." Xu Wan rolled her eyes to the sky. She didn't expect that the little devil still knew about face.

Cui Liu said: "Children's thoughts are indeed different from adults', especially the little prince, who has had a smooth life since childhood and has never suffered any hardship. He is easily hurt by others' ridicule."

Xu Wan nodded: "I understand, the flowers in the greenhouse."

Cui Liu: “…”

That didn't seem to be what she meant.

While the two were talking at cross purposes, Cuizhi came over with a tray in her hand holding a gorgeous purple dress.

"Madam, this is the dress I'm going to wear when I go back home tomorrow. Would you like to try it on and see if it fits me?"

Xu Wan then remembered that as a new bride, she had to return home every three days. Even if she was not accompanied by her husband, she had to go back to the Shangshu Mansion.

She was probably the first bride in the capital to return home without a husband. She knew what she would face just by thinking about it.

Cuizhi was a capable maid and naturally understood her mistress's situation, so she chose dark purple clothes for Xu Wan to wear when she returned home. Different from the light-colored casual clothes she liked, dark purple represented the absolute status of the mistress of a marquisate and could intimidate people just by her aura.

Xu Wan touched the material of the dress; it was smooth and soft, made of the finest mulberry silk.

"Okay, I'll try."

The next day.

The wife of the marquis returned home after three days of mourning. Many people gathered in front of the door to watch the excitement, waiting to see the bride's laughter.

"I heard that the Marquis' wife took over the housekeeping of the Marquis's mansion the day she got married. It can be seen that she is very capable and must have a very powerful appearance."

"Of course not. After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Minister of Justice. How could she not have learned something from the Minister? Maybe she has used some shady means."

"I'm just curious. When the young marquis got married, he could only ask a rooster to come to the wedding hall. So when the marquis' wife got married, would she be the one to marry herself?"

"I also heard that the old lady and the old marquis went to another manor. There is indeed no one else in the manor who can accompany her. She must have gone back by herself."

"She is a bride after all, why is she living like a widow..."

"It looks glamorous, but it's actually lonely and desolate."

"well……"

Xu Wan wore her hairpin in the mansion and was dressed elegantly and respectfully. Her eyebrows were slightly long and thin, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she was wearing a dark purple mistress's dress. When she raised her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes were bright and her aura was fully open, just like the mistress of the house.

"Cuizhi, let's go."

Cuizhi followed Xu Wan out. Before they had gone far, they heard the clear voice of a young boy behind them:

"Wait, I want to go too!"

Cuizhi turned back in surprise.

Isn't that little boy in a snow-white tiger-skin cloak the little devil in her family?

He won't cause trouble again if he comes at this time, right?

Cui Liu was a straightforward person. She stopped him and refused him mercilessly: "Young Master, this is the Madam's return party. She only goes back with her husband. How can she bring her children back?"

What's more, he is not Xu Wan's biological son. If he goes back with her, it would be a show of force. If others hear about it, they won't know how to discredit his wife.

Although they did not have deep feelings for the new lady, they felt that she was a good person after spending the past two days with her. Moreover, she was valued by the old lady, so they naturally tried their best to protect Xu Wan.

It was the first time that Zong Jincheng saw Cui Liu being so rude to him. He originally wanted to yell back, but when he saw Xu Wan's face, his eyes rolled and his expression immediately changed.

The little devil cleared his throat, shaking his big round head like a big white stupid cat, and said in a pretentiously arrogant voice: "I just feel sorry for you going home alone, so I am mercifully accompanying you back! If you know you are wrong, return you and your things to me, and I may consider giving you a way out."

The young guy's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was almost inaudible at the end. It was obvious that he lacked confidence and had no self-esteem.

Xu Wan looked at him shaking his head. The tip of his nose was slightly red from the frost. His little face was fair and pretty, with a barely noticeable vortex not far from the corner of his mouth, which would be very obvious if he smiled.

At this moment, she once again understood why the Marquisate was so tolerant of him. He was so handsome and cute, it was easy for one's worldview to be swayed by his appearance.

Xu Wan turned around and walked out with her back to him.

Wouldn’t it be better if she didn’t look at it? If she can’t see it, she won’t be soft-hearted!