Chapter 120: Clear Dream Verification
"That dream was very strange. I didn't see the face of the unfortunate Marquis' wife in my dream. Instead, I heard people in the teahouse gossiping about the Yongping Marquis's mansion..."
Yongping Marquis Mansion?
Cheng Qingmeng was shocked.
"...The Marquis's wife raised the fake son well, making him very smart and adorable. When he was five or six, the Marquis wanted to take a concubine, but the Marquis's wife disagreed. The concubine took advantage of the Marquis's absence and brought people to the house to provoke her, claiming that the child was hers. When the Marquis's wife learned that her own son had been killed by the concubine on the same day he was born, she was so angry that she vomited blood and died on the spot."
"Oh my god, that's so vicious!"
Jiang Shiyun was filled with righteous indignation. "The Marquis' wife is probably still in the dark. We need to talk to her quickly so she doesn't get pissed off to death. Oh, is it the Yong something Marquis Mansion?"
"Marquis Yongping's Mansion."
Jiang Shiyun's face changed drastically. "Did you hear wrongly? There is no Yongping Marquis Mansion. There is only Yongping Earl Mansion in the capital."
"I heard it right!" Song Yu glanced at Cheng Qingmeng inconspicuously. "I had the same dream for three consecutive nights. It was the Yongping Marquis Mansion. Since there is no Yongping Marquis Mansion in the capital, it might be the mansion in the storybook."
Jiang Shiyun glanced at Cheng Qingmeng, who looked unhappy at the moment, and said, "That should be the Marquis' wife in the dream storybook."
"Yeah, I think so too. Cousin Yun, give me the plate on your right..."
Cheng Qingmeng finished making a peony dough and washed her hands. "Cousin, cousin, I'm in a hurry. You guys go ahead and do it. I'll be right back."
Cheng Qingmeng left the small kitchen and called the maid waiting in the yard to come in to help, and then she returned to Zhichun Garden to find her mother.
My cousin’s dreams are so accurate, it’s impossible for her to dream about other irrelevant people.
And he did it three times in a row, which made her panic.
If my father had made great contributions and was granted a title of nobility, wouldn’t he have been Marquis of Yongping?
If this dream were true...how could her mother accept such a blow?
Cheng Qingmeng arrived at the gate of Zhichun Garden and thought of her mother whose heart and eyes were filled with her father and brother.
If I tell my mother, not only will she not believe me, she will also say I'm talking nonsense.
Turned around and went to look for Jiang Youya.
"Ming En, are you sure this method of increasing grain production can achieve the desired effect?"
Jiang Youya was excited as he looked at the booklet in his hand.
If this can be implemented immediately, it will allow people to increase their income and have an extra meal.
"Our village leader led us villagers to plant crops according to this method, which increased the yield. However, the climate in the north and south is different, so we need to adapt to local conditions. It is explained in detail above. As long as we try to plant according to the above method, we will definitely increase the yield."
Jiang Youya took another careful look at the booklet, which was neither too thick nor too thin.
This is too detailed. Is the patriarch of Wushuang Village so capable?
Jiang Youya glanced at Song Mingen, who now had a gentle expression on his face.
I'm afraid he is just being modest and deliberately saying that it is the clan leader's credit.
Yes! That must be it.
Little did people know that Song Mingen was feeling a little uneasy at this time, as he had not reported the annual increase in grain production in Wushuang Village to the county magistrate.
He was not afraid if the imperial court investigated the matter, as he could just say that he was just trying it out.
This method of increasing production has just been matured and has not yet been reported to the court.
Song Mingen thought for a moment and added, "This method has just matured and can be popularized in the north and south."
Jiang Youya smiled with satisfaction, "Okay, let's review this for today, go back and rest."
"yes."
Song Mingen turned and left, and ran into Cheng Qingmeng head-on.
"Uncle." Cheng Qingmeng bowed slightly to greet him.
Song Mingen looked at Cheng Qingmeng with a kind smile, "Qingmeng, why did you come here alone? Where are Sister Yu and Yun'er?"
"Princess Anyang will be coming tomorrow. They are preparing cakes in the small kitchen. I came to ask Grandpa what flavor of cake he would like to eat. I will come over later."
"Then come in quickly, your grandfather is in a good mood today."
Cheng Qingmeng nodded, and as he walked past Song Mingen into the study, he suddenly thought of something and said to Song Mingen, "Uncle, I suddenly remembered that I have something to ask you."
"Meng'er, just ask."
Cheng Qingmeng took Song Mingen to the pavilion and asked him in a low voice about Song Yu's precognitive dream.
Song Mingen quickly understood. She didn't know how Song Yu made up the story just now. In short, she responded vaguely to make Cheng Qingmeng believe that Song Yu's predictive dream would come true.
Cheng Qingmeng felt even more depressed after hearing this. The dreams her cousin had were all about people closely related to her.
"Uncle, if my cousin has a dream warning again in the future, we must deploy more people to guard against it. We must not let something like her burning face happen again. Since she had a dream, we must avoid it unscathed."
"Don't worry, Meng'er, I will never let this happen again. Go in and see your grandfather. Your uncle is leaving first."
Cheng Qingmeng watched Song Mingen leave the yard before turning and entering the study.
"Grandfather."
Jiang Youya looked up at her, and seeing that she was worried, he put down the booklet and said, "Chang Huai, please leave first."
"Yes," Chang Huai responded and walked out.
"Meng'er, you came to see me at this hour, is there something important you want to tell me?"
"My mother said that if Dad returns with merit, will the Emperor make him a marquis?"
Jiang Youya was surprised. Isn’t this a done deal? Didn’t Shushu tell her?
"Of course, if you make meritorious contributions, you will be granted a title of nobility. From now on, you will be the legitimate daughter of a first-rank marquis."
Cheng Qingmeng pinched her fingers under her sleeves, "Then... then is my father the Marquis of Yongping?"
Jiang Youya frowned. Could it be that this girl was dissatisfied with the title of 'Marquis of Pingxi'?
"Meng'er, Grandfather has already reported to the Emperor the change of 'Yongping' to 'Pingxi' according to your mother's wishes. We cannot change the name to anything else, or the Emperor will blame us."
Cheng Qingmeng was dumbfounded, "My mother knows?"
"What do you know?" Jiang Youya was very confused.
"It's all changed. I thought mother had forgotten. Nothing else to do. I'm learning how to make peony fruit cake from my cousin. I'll give it to you when it's done. I have to go back quickly. My cousins must be waiting anxiously."
Cheng Qingmeng hurriedly saluted and turned to leave.
Jiang Youwei's brows furrowed even more tightly. This mother and daughter must be hiding something from him.
"Chang Huai!"
"master."
"Immediately arrange for someone to go to the border to check on Cheng Xiao and see what merits he has achieved so far. See if he's suspected of cheating."
Chang Huai was a little surprised that his master actually began to doubt his son-in-law's ability. "Oh, okay, I'll arrange someone right away."
"This matter must not be made public and must be kept secret."
"yes."
Meng Guangde is no longer the simple village doctor he was more than ten years ago.
He has changed.
Won’t Cheng Xiao change?
He would never allow Cheng Xiao to take credit for his achievements and be granted a title of nobility!
He was really worried that Cheng Xiao would use Shushu and her daughter as pawns to gain benefits for him.
Cheng Qingmeng walked towards Furong Garden with a heavy heart.
My mother knew about my cousin's dream, but she was unwilling to believe it.
Wouldn't it happen if it was changed to the dream of Pingxi Hou?
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