As Qi Yuanshan and his son returned with Grandpa Meng, they heard wailing and howling from the front gate of the Meng family residence from afar.
When Qi He rode ahead, he saw Madam Fang and her people fighting with several unfamiliar women.
"Auntie, what's going on?"
Madam Fang was wielding her rolling pin with great vigor, smashing the snobbish old woman and making her yelp. She hadn't expected her ferocious display to be witnessed by her future son-in-law.
What a disaster! If this were to be linked to her daughter by her future son-in-law, it would be terrible.
Seeing that his aunt was silent, Qi He looked to Madam Tian.
Madam Tian: Sister-in-law Yu is silent, so she couldn't speak either.
But Ke'er didn't care about that. She stopped playing with the fire poker and began to pour out her grievances to Brother Qi with a chattering mouth.
Qi He's expression grew darker and darker. The treasure he held dear in his heart was being coveted by others. For the first time in his life, he felt an urge to fight someone to the death.
Grandpa Meng and Qi Yuanshan, who had returned later, also heard the whole story, and their faces visibly darkened.
Grandpa Meng glanced at Qi Yuanshan and quickly made a decision.
"Yuanshan, lend me a few people, and I'll go inside to write a letter."
"Uncle, certainly, I'll find people for you right away."
"Father, I'm going too."
Qi He's reaction was also swift. From the conversation between Grandpa Meng and his father, he immediately realized that Grandpa Meng intended to write a letter to be sent to the capital.
"Xiao He, you can't be involved in this. Grandpa Meng has the most confidence to handle it."
"But..."
"Alright, just do your part diligently, and Grandpa Meng will take care of the rest. Grandpa Meng guarantees that he won't let you down."
Since Grandpa Meng had spoken to this extent, Qi He could only nod in agreement.
Half a month later, Yan Yi received the letter written by Grandpa Meng and several wet nurses and maids.
He recognized Granny Zhu and Qingying, but he couldn't believe that such a foolish act was done by his own paternal aunt.
He had no choice but to find his cousin and let him read the letter from Uncle Meng the Second first.
Liu Chenfeng was also startled by the old man's wording. "Cousin, I never mentioned Miss Fu the First to my mother, let alone dared to take her as a concubine."
Liu Chenfeng was almost ready to tell his cousin that he hadn't lived enough yet and wouldn't dare to covet Miss Fu the First.
His mother wasn't bold; she was simply ignorant and fearless, daring to do anything.
If Miss Fu the First's invincible master were to find out about this, their entire family would never have peace.
"Cousin, what should I do?"
Yan Yi looked at his cousin's crestfallen face and sighed. "Let's find Uncle first and inform him, and then seek his opinion."
"Alright, I'll listen to Cousin."
As soon as Marquis Jìnxiāng alighted from his court and exited the imperial palace, he was intercepted by his son and nephew.
The three returned to Marquis Jìnxiāng's residence together and entered the outer study.
After Marquis Jìnxiāng, Liu Shixin, finished reading Meng Qingping's letter, his old face flushed.
He looked at his son several times before asking the question he wanted to know.
"How did your mother know about Miss Fu the First?"
Liu Chenfeng was also surprised. "Neither Cousin nor I said anything."
"If neither you nor I said anything, then it must have been Madam Song," Yan Yi's remark solved the case.
"I don't understand, what kind of magic potion did my mother take to be so fixated on Song Xiang'er?"
Liu Chenfeng recalled that after they returned from Liaodong, he wanted a divorce, but his mother threatened to kill herself, refusing to agree.
"Has she forgotten what her surname is?" Marquis Jìnxiāng thought of how he had been blind in the past and married a troublemaker. Now this troublemaker had brought another troublemaker into the family.
Thinking about it, with two troublemakers in the family, it would be an insult to them if this family didn't fall apart.
Marquis Jìnxiāng was never a kind person. He had tolerated Madam Yan for so many years for his son's sake.
This time, seeing Madam Yan plotting against her son without any hesitation, he could no longer tolerate it. He immediately ordered the servants to pack Madam Yan's belongings and send her to the estate.
Marquis Jìnxiāng explicitly told her, "If Madam interferes in our son's affairs again, you will never return to this residence. Since Madam likes Madam Song so much, even more than her own son, then you can stay on the estate with Madam Song."
Madam Yan was completely stunned by Marquis Jìnxiāng's words.
For years, she understood the Marquis's importance on their son, which was why she wanted to control all of their son's affairs.
Especially when it came to marriage, she was determined to have her son marry a wife he liked and who was on the same page as him.
She thought she was doing the right thing, but she never expected it to backfire. Not only did her son grow distant from her, but the Marquis also drifted further away from her.
...
Fu Xinci lived her life as usual. She hadn't even bothered to think about the matter.
She was too lazy to even bother with those whose brains were still stuck in the placenta.
However, she hadn't expected that the people Uncle Qi sent to the capital would return with the chief steward of Marquis Jìnxiāng, carrying Marquis Jìnxiāng's personal letter and an apology.
Liu Chenfeng also wrote a very sincere letter, reportedly three pages long, and prepared a generous gift as an apology.
She didn't see these letters, nor did she want to. She believed her grandfather and father would handle it properly.
The items from the apology that were suitable for her were all sent to the small building where she lived.
She didn't want to accept them, but her grandfather told her to keep them. "You are the only girl in our family; it would be a waste if you didn't keep those things."
Those who had experienced hardship could not tolerate waste.
As summer arrived, Fu Xinci had already nailed gauze screens to the windows. Looking at the increasingly dense tree shade outside, she thought about what her friends had said last night.
For the past few days, the sky over Dragon City seemed to have a leak, and it rained every day.
And this rain seemed to be corrosive. When it landed on clothes, the clothes would fade. When it landed on bare skin, there was a slight burning sensation.
Although her friends had spoken lightly last night, Fu Xinci worried about them in her heart.
The environment in Dragon City was becoming increasingly harsh. What would happen to her little friends?
The human frowned in thought, and Xiao Bai followed suit.
As Fu Xinci was lost in thought, a small chubby hand reached out from beside her.
"Sister, can I take Xiao Bai out to play?"
"You can play in the courtyard, but you can't go outside."
"Okay, I understand." Seeing that his sister had agreed, Ning'er let out a "wuwu" and, hugging Xiao Bai, went downstairs.
Xiao Bai: What should I do if I don't want to play with this mischievous child? Human, help!
Fu Xinci didn't see Xiao Bai's despairing gaze; she was still immersed in her worries for her friends. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
What should she do? She couldn't think of a better solution.
Perhaps because she was preoccupied, time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly today.
Amidst countless silent sighs, night finally arrived late.
After dinner, Fu Xinci retreated to her room, claiming a headache.