Chapter 218 White Dumpling
Zhao's eyes darkened, but she still nodded obediently.
"yes."
The old lady and Prince Anding exchanged glances, and their tone became even slower.
"So what I discussed with the prince is that since she has made great contributions, she should have a place in the general's mansion. When Yu'er comes back, we will raise her status and give her the status of a concubine. What do you think?"
Perhaps fearing that Zhao might be dissatisfied, the old lady added, "You are the legitimate wife, and she is just a concubine. There is no way she can surpass you."
"If she has children in the future, you must be even more generous and treat the child well. Hire a good teacher to teach them carefully and let her see the child more often. This will be considered as repaying her for saving everyone in the General's Mansion..."
Wen Wan, who had just walked to the door, heard the last sentence.
She stumbled and managed to steady herself by holding onto the door frame.
The old lady raised her head, her face serious, and said in a condescending tone, "Since you are here, please sit down and eat."
At the end of the table, there were dishes and chopsticks, and the stool was lower than that of others.
The richer the family, the more rules there are. There are also standards for eating and sleeping. In the eyes of the master, concubines are just servants.
Eating at the same table with concubines was the biggest concession that the upper class could make.
It’s not directed at Wen Wan, but we just have different ideas.
It's like a math problem. From childhood to adulthood, you have always learned that one plus one equals two. But one day, you are forced to accept that one plus one equals three. The impact on your concept is very difficult to change.
Wen Wan stood in front of the table, her eyes falling on the stool. She felt cold all over, and a sense of powerlessness rose in the depths of her heart.
She had never thought of asking for any reward for standing up for the General's Mansion this time.
But when she heard that all her efforts were exchanged for nothing more than asking her to see her own child more often and be nicer to her child...
Therefore, in their eyes, no matter what she did, she was inferior to others.
"Aunt Wan?" Seeing that she didn't move, Prince Anding called out softly.
Wenwan collected her thoughts and looked over with an expressionless face.
King Anding frowned, looking somewhat displeased, but he said patiently, "Thank you for your hard work this time. Sit down and have a good meal."
It was just a simple sentence. If it were any other concubine, she would probably be grateful and thank him repeatedly.
Even the maids and old women who were serving on the side had happy smiles on their faces. Their eyes were full of envy, as if they felt that it was a great honor for a concubine to have dinner at the same table with the prince.
Is this the ultimate glory she can obtain by doing her best in the backyard?
You eat at the same table with the host family, the mistress helps raise your children, and you can even take a few more glances at your children when the mistress is in a good mood?
Wen Wan clenched her teeth to prevent herself from cursing.
What the hell is this world?
Chen Yu, is this the place where you raise her?
The anger in my heart is burning, but rational people are good at forbearing at critical moments.
The more times like this happen, the less likely she will act on impulse. Instead of being hostile to them and making them wary, it would be better to go with the flow and wait for them to let down their guard.
In just a second, Wen Wan's aura changed.
She smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curved, "Well, thank you, Your Highness."
Seeing her humble attitude, King Anding nodded in satisfaction.
*
Wen Wan found the meal tasteless. When she returned to the side courtyard, she felt nauseous as soon as she entered the bedroom.
Gongxi was frightened when he saw this, and quickly got some hot water and used a handkerchief to wipe her mouth.
"Auntie Wan, what's wrong with you? Do you want to see a doctor?"
Wen Wan waved her hand and pushed the little girl out the door.
She had a bright smile and spoke in a light tone.
"I'm fine. I'm just flattered to be able to dine at the same table with the prince today. I was so happy that I ate a little more to help digest it. By the way, I need to take a nap. You guys be good and don't disturb me."
The door was closed, and Gongxi was stunned holding the handkerchief.
In the distance, Fa Cai also heard the noise and ran over.
Fa Cai asked doubtfully, "What happened to Aunt Wan?"
Fa Cai then repeated what Wen Wan had just said. At the end, she looked a little puzzled, "Is Aunt Wan really so full because she's so happy?"
Fa Cai nodded happily, "Of course! He's the prince! Being able to dine at the same table with him is an honor only high-ranking officials can have!"
"Really?" Gongxi felt that Wenwan's smile just now was different from usual. She frowned and said, "It's just a meal. Doesn't Aunt Wan usually let us eat at the same table with her?"
Fa Cai patted Gong Xi's shoulder heartlessly and said, "This is different. Aunt Wan is just an aunt. After all, she is different from masters like the prince and others."
When Gongxi heard this, he raised his hand and pinched Facai's cheek, saying angrily: "You little bitch, Aunt Wan is so good to us, and you still make up stories about her..."
"I didn't!" Fa Cai was unconvinced and pulled Gong Xi's arm. "Although Aunt Wan is not a legitimate mistress, I, Fa Cai, know how to be grateful. I will serve her well for the rest of my life and I will never have any second thoughts!"
The two of them were making a scene, causing Wen Wan to snort coldly from inside the door.
The two of them paused, quickly made a gesture to keep quiet, and then pulled each other away, preparing to find a secluded place to continue the argument.
A door separated them, Wen Wan leaned against the door panel, her palm gently stroking her lower abdomen.
She laughed sarcastically, "You see, people's inherent ideas are truly terrible. Even if I invite them to the table for dinner, they've been kneeling for so long that deep down they can't get up anymore."
*
Half asleep and half awake, Wen Wan had an endless dream.
She could no longer remember the details of the dream, but she only remembered that there was a small white ball chasing after her, shouting:
"Mom, mom, I want to eat shrimp dumplings, big shrimps, big dumplings..."
A psychologist once said that all dreams come from people’s subconscious mind.
Wen Wan really couldn't understand what kind of subconscious mind could make her have such a dream.
She opened her eyes, sat up, patted her belly, and said with a smile:
"You little thing, could it be that you inherited my ability to be a foodie? You haven't even grown your hands and feet yet, and you're already asking me for food?"
As she thought about it, her face fell.
"I understand. You're afraid I won't want you, so you're showing your face in front of me in advance so I won't have the heart to attack you again?"
If it was just a lump of flesh in her stomach, in order to clean it up, Wen Wan might actually go to the clinic to get some medicine to get rid of it once and for all.
But now...
When I think of that little white kid in the dream, waving his arms at her, chasing her, and asking her for dumplings...
Wen Wan wanted to cry but had no tears. Well, once this child took shape, she really couldn't bring herself to do it!
"You cunning little thing, just like your father!"
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