I pretend to be a unicorn in the Red Mansion

Jia She put aside the random thoughts in his mind. Without Jia Cheng around, his mind became much clearer.

Jia She thought about it for a while, then discussed his idea with Mrs. Xing.

"I have been silent for a long time. Now people only know that there is a Master Zheng in Rongguo Mansion. Who can still remember me, the dandy and romantic master?"

Mrs. Xing curled her lips and said, "You are quite self-aware."

Jia She's eyes darkened for a moment, and he continued, "If the second brother is separated, Rongguo Mansion will be completely without eyes and ears in the court.

Although my second brother is only a fifth-rank official in the Ministry of Works, at least he is in the court, which proves that there are people in Rongguo Mansion.

If he leaves Rongguo Mansion, the Jia family will have no one in the court, and if something happens, the mansion will know nothing. "

Mrs. Xing rubbed her handkerchief. She knew nothing about politics. When she heard Jia She say this, she asked unwillingly, "Do we have to let the second wife occupy the first wife's house? Is there no other way?"

Mrs. Xing was really fed up with Mrs. Wang's smug look, so she wanted to drive Mrs. Wang and her family out.

Jia She sighed, "It's difficult, very difficult. Even if Lian'er becomes a minor official, it will be difficult for her to inherit the connections of Rongguo Mansion in the court."

Mrs. Xing was speechless. Why were the children born to Jia She so useless, except for Cheng'er?

"Then what's the point of you asking Jia Zhen to preside over the division of the family property? Isn't that just a joke? And what about Cheng'er's house? Is it gone?"

Jia She shook his head and said, "I promised Brother Cheng that there would definitely be a big house. Although the old lady and Wang Yarong would not agree to split the family, they can be driven to live in another courtyard."

Mrs. Xing's frown relaxed a little and she agreed reluctantly.

If they don’t want to divide the family, then don’t do it. As long as she drives the second wife out of Rong Xi Tang, she won’t be considered a loser.

Mrs. Wang was reluctant to give up the enormous wealth of the Rongguo Mansion, and Grandmother Jia was also reluctant to let her promising son live an ordinary life outside.

If they try to force it, their eldest wife won't have an easy time either, and they might both suffer losses.

The couple discussed it and had dinner with Jia Cheng in the evening and went to bed early because there was a tough battle to fight tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Jia She sent Li Meng and the head maid Qiumei to invite Jia Zheng to Rong Xi Tang.

Today is a day off, so Jia Zheng did not go out.

He was enjoying the gentle pleasures of Aunt Zhao's room, but his sweet dreams were disturbed by Qiumei and Li Meng.

Qiumei is the top maidservant beside Jia She. She is usually the smartest and the only maidservant who has not been touched by Jia She.

There were also several maids in Jia She's room, such as Qiulan, Qiuju, Qiuzhu, Qiutong, etc., who were called first-class maids but were actually maids serving in the same room.

Jia She was worried about entrusting such an important matter as inviting Jia Zheng to Rong Xi Tang to others, so he decided to let Qiu Mei do it.

When Jia Zheng first heard the maid in Aunt Zhao's room report that Qiumei came to invite the second master on the orders of the eldest master, he was quite angry.

What the hell is going on bro so early in the morning?

Jia Zheng reluctantly got up and dressed. Aunt Zhao got up in dishevel and served him, complaining, "The master is still awake so early in the morning, so why did he ask you to go to the old lady?"

Jia Zheng didn't say anything. He was also very annoyed. He was annoyed at work, and even more annoyed when someone disturbed him when he finally had a break.

Jia Zheng packed up and greeted Qiumei who was standing outside the door seriously, "Brother, what do you want to see me about?"

Qiumei first bowed politely to Jia Zheng, then replied eloquently: "In reply to the second master, today the master invited Jia Zhen from Ningguo Mansion to come to the mansion to chat. He said there is something important to discuss, so you must come."

Jia Zheng nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

Qiumei shook her head, "Second Master, I don't know."

Seeing that Qiumei really didn't know, Jia Zheng didn't ask any more questions. He walked to the outer door and saw Li Meng. He was stunned for a moment, "Li Meng, why are you here?"

Li Meng bowed respectfully, "Second Master, the master asked me to come and pick you up. Master Zhen and the master are already waiting for you in the main hall of Rong Xi Tang. They were afraid that you would walk too slowly, so they sent a sedan chair."

Jia Zheng became more and more confused. What big thing could have happened? He hadn't heard any news about it. Could it be that Sister Min had received some news?

But didn't Jia Lian send a letter back just two days ago? Could something have happened?

But the incident has nothing to do with Ningguo Mansion, so why let Jia Zhen come?

Jia Zheng came to the main hall of Rongxi Hall with a lot of questions in his mind, and then met Mrs. Wang who was invited by Chunyue at the door.

The couple looked at each other, not knowing what Jia She was up to.

When I entered the main hall, I found that Lady Jia was also there, leaning on the couch with a somewhat listless look. It was obvious that she had been forcibly pulled out of the quilt.

All the masters and ladies in Rongguo Mansion were present. Not only were the widowed Li Wan and Jia Lan present, but also the children Jia Baoyu, Yingchun, Tanchun, and Jia Cheng.

Wang Xifeng stared with curiosity, wondering why her father-in-law had called everyone to the old lady's place today. It must be something big.

When Jia She saw that Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang had finally arrived, he gave Jia Zhen a wink.

Jia Zhen understood, cleared his throat and said, "Madam, I heard that you were ill. I asked Youshi to come and visit you twice, but I was still worried, so I came here myself."

Grandmother Jia forced a smile on her gloomy face. No matter who was sleeping soundly and was woken up, they would not be in a good mood.

But she is a decent person, so Jia Zhen still has to give her face.

So she smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern. The imperial physician came to see me yesterday and said that I have weak Qi and I will be fine after some rest."

Grandmother Jia thought about how she fainted yesterday because of being angered by that rebellious son Jia She, and glared at him with dissatisfaction.

Unfilial son!

Jia She ignored his mother's gaze and said, "Mother's health is the most important. We are all concerned about her. We must take good care of her."

When Jia's mother saw Jia She, she was furious and could not help but said in a sarcastic tone, "If you disobey me less often, I can live two more days."

Jia She didn't care about his mother's yin and yang, and replied cheerfully: "Mother, how could I disobey you? Everyone knows that I am filial.

Of course I hope you live a long life, otherwise I wouldn't be able to call the clan leader here today."

After Jia Jing became a Taoist, he handed over the position of head of Ningguo Mansion and Jia family to Jia Zhen.

It's just that few people call him that.

After Jia She said this, Jia Zhen suddenly felt very happy and straightened his chest.

Grandmother Jia was puzzled, and Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang also didn't know what Jia She meant.

Mrs. Wang felt that Jia She must be up to no good.

Jia She gave Jia Zhen a look that said "it's your turn", and Jia Zhen understood and spoke slowly.

"Old lady, you have been in poor health recently, and Uncle She has been very worried, so he came to me for help.

I thought that the best way would be to lighten your burden and have a filial child to take care of you.

With fewer things to worry about, you will feel better and naturally be healthier. "

Grandmother Jia didn't say anything, but looked at Jia She with a scrutinizing look. She felt that her eldest son had bad intentions.

The same was true for Mrs. Wang. She felt that there was something else behind Jia Zhen's words, but she didn't know what his ultimate purpose was.

Mrs. Wang was worried and her right eyelid twitched.

Only Jia Zheng looked confused. He had not yet come to his senses and might not have woken up yet.

Jia Zhen saw that everyone's eyes were on him, and he immediately felt the center of attention. He straightened his back and announced loudly, "After discussing with Uncle She, I decided to divide the Rongguo Mansion."

"rock."

"Clap."

Grandmother Jia was distracted and lost her balance, so she fell down and hit her head.

Mrs. Wang slammed the teacup onto the table with a loud noise.

Wang Xifeng was stunned, wondering why her father-in-law wanted to divide the family business. Li Wan, on the other hand, remained calm, just held Jia Lan's hand, looking as if it was none of her business.

Mrs. Xing looked at the stunned expressions of the crowd, covered her mouth and smiled. Seeing Lady Jia's expression, she felt even happier.

You deserve it, old witch!

The children in the room didn't seem to understand what division meant and didn't react.

It seems that Jia Baoyu is still alive, but his soul has been gone for a while.

When Jia Cheng saw that Grandmother Jia had fallen, he ran over distressed and said, "Grandma, are you okay? I'll rub her and it won't hurt."

His words awakened Jia Baoyu, who also ran over to show concern for his grandmother, "Grandma, Baoyu will support you and let Cheng'er rub you. It will stop hurting if I rub it."

Jia Baoyu's eyes were clear, full of concern for his grandmother.

Grandmother Jia felt warm inside and touched Jia Baoyu's head, "Baoyu really loves me. How can I live without Baoyu?"

She completely ignored Jia Cheng and didn't even glance at him. Her heart and eyes were filled with her precious baby.

Mrs. Wang smiled triumphantly, while Jia She and Mrs. Xing looked unhappy.

Jia Cheng looked at the happy scene of grandparents and grandchildren in front of him with a pitiful look on his face, with a lonely expression.