After the female supporting role is quickly put on, she is full of charm

I am preparing to go back to the Wang family to visit my relatives.

Mainly to meet Ye Changli by chance.

Such a good opportunity to get along.

How could I miss it?

By the way, Su Xin’s marriage can be solved.

When the time comes, bring some people back from the Wang family.

Upon hearing that Azhi wanted to return to the Wang family, the old lady immediately expressed her disapproval.

She lay on the bed and said unhappily, "You are already the daughter-in-law of our Changyuan Marquis Mansion. Why would you go back to your parents' home for no reason?"

"Madame An, go tell Wang that she is not allowed to return to Shengjing."

"No need, mother, to ask Madam An to inform my daughter-in-law."

Ah Zhi pushed aside the maids and servants and walked in with a swagger.

She came to the bedside and bowed, "Since mother fell ill, I haven't greeted her for several days."

"This is really my daughter-in-law's fault. I came here today to pay my respects to my mother."

In the past, the old lady had to set rules for the original person, so naturally she asked the other party to pay her respects every day.

But the old lady has been unwell these days, and she has been traumatized by Ah Zhi.

The old lady doesn't want to see Azhi.

Because whenever he saw her, his legs started to ache.

The wound was healing these past two days and she felt extremely itchy, which made her even more irritable and uneasy.

The old lady shouted excitedly, "How did you get in? Where are the maids and servants in the yard? What a bunch of useless people!"

She dared to refuse to let Azhi return to the Wang family.

That doesn't mean she dares to confront Azhi again.

Nanny An stood by and protected the old lady.

Nanny An said sternly, "Madam, how could you barge in without the old lady's consent?"

Facing the vigilance of the master and servant, Ah Zhi sat down with a smile on his face.

She adjusted her dress gracefully, gently stroking the embroidery on the sleeves.

Azhi had asked Suxin to put away the old-fashioned clothes she had worn before.

Azhi is rich and has no shortage of money.

Make all kinds of beautiful dresses for yourself.

She is no longer as old-fashioned and boring as before.

Her light blue dress was embroidered with a pattern of hundreds of butterflies playing on flowers, and she wore a velvet flower and a pearl hairpin on her head.

This outfit makes her look more like a 28-year-old girl.

She held up her handkerchief and smiled.

"What are you talking about, mother? Don't you like your daughter-in-law to take care of you when you are sick?"

Taking care of the sick is just an excuse.

Who gets sick every other day?

In the past, whenever the old lady felt unwell, she would send someone to call the original owner to take care of her.

Some things that should be done by maids and servants.

She just threw everything to her original body to do.

As small as washing face, rinsing mouth and serving dishes.

From bandaging to decocting medicine and wiping sweat.

He really treated my original self like a maid.

The old lady gritted her teeth.

"When did I ask you to come and take care of me?"

Azhi shrugged slightly.

"Mother doesn't want me to go back to the Wang family, and she also doesn't want me to come and take care of you. I'm really at a loss as to what to do."

"Since my mother won't let her daughter-in-law go back to her parents' home, why not let her stay and take care of her?"

If I really want Azhi to take care of me when I am sick.

The old lady felt that her recovery time would be prolonged.

She was about to open her mouth to refuse when Xiuhong's voice came from outside the door.

"Madam, the Marquis is here to pay his respects to you."

The old lady's eyes lit up, as if she had heard her savior appear.

"Wang, you should obey your father at home and your husband after marriage. Now you belong to our Marquis' Mansion."

"If you return to your parents' home rashly like this, how will others view the Marquis' Mansion behind your back?"

An Yuanheng, who had just walked in, happened to hear what the old lady said.

How could Azhi not know her tricks?

He just wanted to prevent me from returning to the Wang family.

Who can't act?

When An Yuanheng just saw Azhi clearly, her delicate body was trembling like a willow in the wind.

He looked like he had just been wronged.

Her voice was choked with sobs as she spoke, "Mother, just think of it as your daughter-in-law begging you."

"Since marrying into the Marquis' Mansion for so many years, my daughter-in-law has rarely returned to Shengjing to visit her parents."

Xiuhong's eyes flashed slightly and she took a step forward.

"Madam, the old lady's leg injury has not healed yet and she cannot get up. You are responsible for everything in the mansion."

"If Madam just walks away like this, I wonder what will become of this mansion."

"The old lady is making plans for the Marquis' Mansion. How can Madam just abandon the Marquis' Mansion?"

Perhaps because An Yuanheng was right next to her, Xiuhong spoke with confidence.

She was sure that Azhi wouldn't dare to hit her.

Unfortunately she miscalculated.

Azhi half covered her mouth with a handkerchief and slightly turned her face to reveal her beautiful neck, the whiteness of which seemed to dazzle the eyes.

What’s more important is those eyes, which were filled with tears that never fell.

But it is even more lovable because of this.

"My Lord, are you going to allow the maid to bully me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, tears rolled down his eyes.

Azhi bit her lower lip with disappointment in her eyes.

Those tears seemed to fall on An Yuanheng's heart.

He couldn't help but frown and scold.

"How dare you, Xiuhong! The masters are talking, what right do you have to interrupt?"

Xiuhong's face turned pale in disbelief.

But Azhi didn't feel relieved.

She stood up and walked to An Yuanheng's side.

A pair of delicate little hands gently tugged at An Yuanheng's sleeves.

She looked at An Yuanheng pitifully.

"My Lord, I am the Marquis' wife. How can I let a maid look down on me like this? If I don't make an example of her today, who in the Marquis's mansion will listen to me in the future?"

Looking at the delicate and weak Azhi, An Yuanheng lowered his head and asked softly.

"How do you want to make an example of someone?"

Everyone present was stunned.

Especially Xiuhong, who looked at the two of them with disbelief.

She has already been An Yuanheng's woman.

He usually thinks highly of himself.

She always felt that her original self was out of favor.

He is just relying on his good fortune, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Otherwise she wouldn't dare to provoke much.

But now, An Yuanheng's words directly caused the confidence she had built up to collapse.

"Master Hou..."

"Snapped!"

"Wang!"

Azhi slapped Xiuhong hard on the face, and the old lady screamed in shock.

An Yuanheng was also shocked.

But as Ah Zhi raised her little hand, she fell into An Yuanheng's arms with a look of pain on her face.

His surprise immediately turned into surprise.

Ignore the strange looks from people around you.

Ah Zhi said in a delicate voice, "My Lord, my hand hurts."

Xiuhong covered her face with tears in her eyes, but An Yuanheng didn't even look at her.

Because his attention was all on Azhi.

He was holding Azhi's little hand and blowing air into it.

"Ma'am, does it still hurt?"

An Yuanheng's voice was full of pity.

"It's better to let the servants do such small things. Don't hurt yourself if you do it yourself."

Is getting beaten a small matter?

Xiuhong was stunned.

The old lady watched her son coax Ah Zhi.

He was so angry that his eyes almost popped out of his head.

She slapped the edge of the bed and yelled angrily.

"Heng'er, Xiuhong is your woman, how can you let her be embarrassed like this?"

Before An Yuanheng could answer, Azhi spoke first.

"In the world of high-ranking families in the capital, which master or young master doesn't have a maidservant by his side?"

"She is just a maidservant. My husband should be more tolerant and give Xiuhong a servant today."

This Xiuhong should have been An Yuanheng's aunt.

She will give birth to a bastard soon.

But how could Azhi let her have it so easy?