The Moonlight Illuminates the Valley Works The Concubine's Daughter Schemes to Marry the Top-notch Prince Consort The Concubine's Daughter Schemes to Marry the Top-notch Prince Consort Volume 1 Chapter 2-3 After Marriage (6)

  "Morality cannot be abandoned!"

  As Yang Guofeng's low voice sounded, Jiu Si'er clearly saw that Chou Yu's body shape slightly shook.

  It's not her fault, her intention was... but she had to curry favor with Yang Guofeng...

  She immediately put on a flustered and helpless look, looking at Yang Guofeng.

  Yang Guofeng looked at her with a complex gaze again, and his face seemed to relax slightly.

  Jiuer's heart also slowly calmed down, but can't it be understood that this horse is actually quite easy to coax?

  Cuizhuang and Qingxing saw off the group of aunts, watching as each one left with an unavoidable look of regret, but Jiujiu didn't feel any guilt.

  This is what they brought to her one by one, shouldn't she also be backing them up?

  To say, actually this can only blame this guy who doesn't know how to cherish and appreciate a good thing, she's made her move, but he can choose not to take it, and instead be affectionate with those beautiful concubines in front of her.

  Isn't this also human nature?

  He annoyed his wife and went to favor his concubine.

  But this guy doesn't have any rules, he's even more arrogant than the sky, and in front of his concubines, he still puts on a fierce face. She finally got to see it, well, at least he's decent to himself...

  "Eat up, what are you waiting for? I'm busy later." A low voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

  "Yes, Your Highness!" Having glanced at Yang Guofeng who was already seated at the dinner table under the service of the maid, Jiujie smiled and replied in a crisp voice.

  Seeing her so happy and smiling, Yang Guofeng couldn't help but furrow his brow again.

  Her little tricks were of course noticed by him, his little wife was not a person who could pass the day without playing with her eyes, only... but seeing her think of ways to please him, he couldn't find any temper in his heart, whether it was the little tricks she played earlier or... or last night's matter.

  The furrows between his eyebrows slowly relaxed and then he lowered his head to eat.

  Watching the man opposite her change his expression, Jiuniang couldn't help but smile slightly, then also lowered her head to eat.

  It was just getting light when the two of them finished packing up and went out.

  Two people, one in front and one behind, arrived at Taihe Hall. The elder lady had already tidied up, then the three of them got into a carriage together and went to the ancestral temple.

  All the way, Old Lady Meng didn't say a word, and Yang Guofeng's face was also solemn. The ninth sister naturally dared only to sit quietly.

  At this moment, she didn't feel embarrassed or ignored as a new daughter-in-law.

  It can be imagined that after her husband's early death, three biological sons are now left with only one, and how worried the old lady Meng is.

  It's this capable and strong-willed woman in front of me, if it were someone else, they might have already collapsed.

  So she looked at Mrs. Meng with a few more sympathetic and sincere eyes, and the action of supporting Mrs. Meng was more careful and meticulous, and the gesture of worshiping the ancestors of the Yang family was more solemn and pious.

  Madam Meng's face showed even more satisfaction.

  With years of experience, she can't possibly not tell the difference between true and false emotions on everyone's face. This young girl, at such a young age, can actually empathize with her pain, she must be a good person.

  Madam Meng was satisfied, and naturally Yang Guofeng was also satisfied.

  He once again discovered the benefits of marrying a clever and resourceful wife, that is, he would save a lot of trouble, yes, much better than when he was with Xia Shi.

  The two were satisfied with this, but Jiuniang didn't feel it at all, because she was solemnly worshiping in front of Xia's ancestral tablet.

  The second wife should kowtow to the deceased first wife, which she had heard of before marriage.

  At that time she was somewhat resentful and very resistant to feudal etiquette.

  At this moment, facing Xia's memorial tablet, she had a completely different mindset, full of pity.

  Such a weak and timid woman, it's hard for her to survive in this complicated palace, she can naturally imagine.

  But now she has broken free and become herself.

  Alas, it's better to say that I'm sympathizing with myself rather than her, because from now on, everything will be faced by me instead.

  Because they were worried about the newlyweds returning home, several people did not stay in the ancestral hall for long and soon returned to the city. After a round of preparations, at the beginning of the ninth hour, Jiu's sister and Yang Guofeng got on the carriage again, heading straight to the Wen family.

  In this confined space, Jiuzi still faced this oppressive man alone, but the situation seemed to have improved a lot today.

  It's not just because he didn't touch her last night, but also because she has been thinking about the Wen family all along.

  Is Mrs. Li doing well? Has Madam Chiang arranged for someone to take care of the white wax saplings that Chun Lai raised in the garden? Have Fourth Sister and Sixth Sister returned these past two days...

  Of course, among many people, she misses her mother Xu most.

  On the day of her wedding, she had originally wanted to let her see herself in a wedding dress, and asked Qingtuo to secretly call her, even if it was just a distant glance, as if she were saying goodbye to her mother before leaving.

  This feudal society's identity etiquette is so cruel, before getting married, all the relatives and friends came to see her, but she couldn't see her own mother.

  But Qing Tao called twice, and her mother didn't come at all.

  There are too many guests coming and going, if someone really pays attention to her who is about to become a princess, they will see that she has such a humble mother.

  "...The aunt also said to let the girl be good, filial to her mother-in-law, and serve her husband. As long as the girl is fine, she will also be fine. The road ahead is still very long..." She was just getting emotional when Qing Tao spoke again.

  She couldn't help but laugh with tears in her eyes when she heard this.

  Yes, she's fine now. She'll be fine. As the saying goes, "A mother relies on her daughter for prestige." I believe that in the future, she will live a stable and happy life in the mansion. So, her own mother advises her not to be overly sensitive or indulge in excessive emotions.

  This has become something she can't let go of...

  Just as he was thinking about it, the horse carriage stopped in front of the Wen family gate. From a distance, he saw the people waiting at the gate to greet him, and they were none other than Wen Jing Shui, Wen Jing Jin and his brothers.

  After dismounting from their carriages and exchanging greetings, the two of them followed the crowd towards the Hall of Longevity.

  To be honest, when it comes to seeing Mrs. Li, Jiuniang's heart has some different twists and turns. After all, there was the matter of Wujie, so how would Mrs. Li look at Yang Guofeng?

  Although Yang Guofeng had paid his respects to Mrs. Li with a cup of tea on the day of the grand wedding, the problem was that he wasn't present himself that day...

  The road didn't stretch out because of Jiu's thoughts, and soon Yanshoutang appeared in front of them.

  Jiujie couldn't help but turn her head to glance at Yang Guofeng, and when her gaze fell on Yang Guofeng's calm and unruffled face, she couldn't help but feel another wave of weakness.

  This man is really poker-faced!

  "He's coming..."

  Suddenly, a voice was heard, and then a crowd of people came out: Ning Ping Hou and San Lao Ye Wen Chong Hu were in the front, followed by Si Lao Ye, then Jiang Shi, Miao Shi, Zhen Shi, and a group of young ladies.

  Looking at this lineup, Jiuniang couldn't help but blush a little, it's too much, I don't know if others would think they're welcoming an emperor.

  She couldn't help but glance at the man's face again, only this time it was completely different from before, and it was dark.

  But the man beside her still had that expression, no smile, but also no frown.

  Her heart was slightly at ease.

  When everyone met, they naturally exchanged pleasantries and greetings again, then accompanied each other into the house.

  Mrs. Li wore a jade-embroidered forehead band and a dark green jacket with gold embroidery, looking quite spirited, but Ninth Sister noticed that she had obviously lost more weight.

  It's already been three days since I left the mansion.

  What made this old man like this?

  She was deeply moved by this, and on the other side, Yang Guofeng had already made a gesture to pay his respects to Lady Li.

  She naturally hurriedly followed, and the two of them solemnly kowtowed to Mrs. Li.

  Obviously, Li Taijun's smile increased a few points, and he hastily rewarded the gift of meeting, instructing Wen Jingnian and Feng's couple to help them up.

  Then the two of them paid their respects to Third Master and Madame Jiang, and also paid their respects to other elder relatives. After this round of greetings, Yang Guofeng's behavior was not only humble and sincere but also thorough and respectful.

  The ninth sister was quite satisfied with Yang Guofeng's demeanor, as he was so measured in his approach and retreat. Li Taijun's smile on her face increased, and her several over-enthusiastic uncles, fathers, and others stopped in their tracks. Hmm, good temperament, this should be enough to hold down the scene.

  Later, Wen Chongjiang and Wen Chonghu led Yang Guofeng to the front yard with a group of men.

  The men left, and the women naturally had fewer scruples. With fewer scruples, a crowd of people came up with a loud noise, surrounding Jiujiu instantly, asking questions in unison.

  The ninth sister is really a bit of a handful.

  What attitude is this?

  It's hard to say something is good, as it makes me feel guilty and afraid of provoking others' jealousy; but saying it's bad is also out of the question, as it will offend some people and make them laugh at you, which is a common human weakness.

  "All right, all right! What's going on here? The garden has set up a stage, let's go watch the show." Just then, Mrs. Li, who was sitting at the top, spoke up.

  Everyone naturally had an unwilling face, but they couldn't help but listen.

  "Jiǔ Pī Tóu, come, help me up!" Li Tai Jun's words made Jiu Jie Er immediately feel like she had been granted a great pardon, and she hurried over to help Fang Ma Ma lift Li Tai Jun up.

  "Jiǔ jiǎo tóu, hǎo ba?" The three of them walked silently along the road for a while before Mrs. Li suddenly asked Jiǔjiě.

  The ninth sister was taken aback, nodded slightly, and then shook her head.

  Mrs. Li sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Alright then, I think Yang Guofeng is a reliable person, being reliable is good... this way I can also be at ease."

  The ninth sister was stunned again, looking at the old man. When she met the old man's slightly turbid eyes with a hint of worry and sadness, her heart felt a pang, and a complex emotion arose.

  How could the old man possibly forget about Wu Zetian?

  But had no choice but to marry herself out, only because the future and dignity of the Wen family were more important than anything else, sacrificing herself was also inevitable.

  But the old man couldn't help but worry about himself, after all, he had to bear a lot, including the shadow left by his fifth daughter.

  But thinking about it, Yang Guofeng didn't have any opinions about himself after all. He knew his own thoughts so well yet chose to be tolerant, which seems like a pretty good thing.

  Nothing wrong with that, but soon after she quickly denied herself, in the matter of Fifth Sister, shouldn't it be this bastard man who should be blamed...

  ……

  Digression

  My arm hurts so badly, it's got periarthritis... Ah, anyway, I've reduced the amount even more, forgive me!