The Legend of the Concubine in the Harem

With Zeng Suqiu's approval, Fu Qingsu settled down in the Zeng family with a swagger. She was not a person who would tolerate being at a disadvantage. In less than a day, she used tablets to deal with her scumbag father, stepmother and the servants who insulted her. Then, according to Zeng Suqiu's instructions, she picked two more reliable servants to temporarily take care of the affairs in her yard.

Compared with her happy life here where she could beat up anyone who disobeyed her, Zeng Fu didn't have many smooth things.

He had also heard the news that Fu Qingsu had a fight in the main room, but he didn't dare to go over to watch the fun. It was not until the evening that Zeng Fu was called over by Doctor Zeng.

At this point, the couple who had committed adultery no longer blamed each other, and at least on the surface they had reconciled.

Zeng Fu was thinking about what Fu Qingsu had said before, that he was not Madam Zeng's biological son and that Madam Zeng was pregnant, so he stepped forward to greet her reluctantly.

"Father, mother."

Doctor Zeng glanced at him and asked, "Why did you come just now?"

"My son felt a little dizzy after getting off the boat, so he went back to sleep and just woke up..." Zeng Fu answered in a low voice.

"All she does all day is eat, drink, have fun and sleep..." Doctor Zeng sighed heavily, "What happened to your sister? Why did her personality suddenly change so much? Did she mention... the late Madam?"

Zeng Fu's heart sank. He had always been a little afraid about traveling through time. He was afraid that he would be mistaken for a demon and burned on a pile of firewood. Then he thought about how Fu Qingsu, that stupid woman, was carefree and not afraid of exposing herself at all. Zeng Fu secretly spit on the unrealistic nature of women's novels before answering carefully.

"After my sister got on the ship, she was a little unusual, confused and dazed as if she was bewitched by something. But at that time the ship had already sailed and couldn't turn around. Later, her behavior gradually became normal, so my son thought there was nothing else wrong. In order to avoid worrying my parents about her in their busy schedule, my son didn't mention it..."

"So..." Doctor Zeng nodded thoughtfully.

Mrs. Zeng was impatient: "Master, why don't we go to the Huguo Temple and invite some masters to perform a ritual. She...the eldest daughter unfortunately had a miscarriage, but it was still a life. I don't know how sad my sister must be in the afterlife to see such a good grandson lost. Please ask the masters to come and chant some sutras to comfort the dead soul."

"You have a point. Just take my name card and invite her, but don't mention the girl's...matters. Just say her mother's birthday is coming up and we need to hold a memorial service."

Zeng Suqiu had a miscarriage. The ones who were most heartbroken were not the parents of the embryo, but her grandfather, Doctor Zeng. Ruan He, the son of Marquis Anguo, was engaged to the eldest princess. There was no maid in the room, and the only woman he had ever been close to was Zeng Suqiu. Now he was about to follow his father to the southwest, and he didn't know if he could come back alive!

If the fetus in Zeng Suqiu's belly died, or if the prince of Anguo died on the battlefield, then it would most likely be the future little grandson of the emperor!

Doctor Zeng was so heartbroken that he wished he could take his daughter, who had just had a miscarriage, to the Marquis Anguo's mansion while Ruan He was still around, and ask her to give birth to another child for him.

What a pity... Looking at his finger that was broken by a tablet, and feeling the still aching spot in his lower abdomen, as Zeng Suqiu had expected, although he said that he would sue his daughter for being disobedient and unfilial, Doctor Zeng, who cherished his official career and was afraid of the wife of Marquis Anguo, could not do such a thing that would hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt himself by eight hundred.

“在法事之前这段时日，你们......暂且忍让她些吧。”撂下这句话，曾郎中不顾“爱妻”独子难以置信的眼神，匆匆甩袖离开了内院，并且打定主意在事情得到解决之前不再给女儿有殴揍自己的机会。

The "mother and son" who were thrown into the inner courtyard looked at each other. Madam Zeng was the first to adjust her expression: "How come you can't even keep an eye on a little girl? How did she miscarry?"

Zeng Fu saw that she was not very polite, and he believed Qingsu's words even more. He said to himself that he was not her biological son, otherwise why would she treat him so harshly? He did not dare to answer that he helped to get the abortion medicine, but asked Madam Zeng: "You have also seen how her temperament has changed drastically. Even you and your father have been beaten. Why don't you care at all about how much she has beaten my only son on the road, but instead question me like this?"

He emphasized the word "only". Madam Zeng's face froze. She looked away and softened her tone a little, "You are old enough now and don't want to be controlled by me as your mother. I just asked a few more questions and you said this. Forget it, you can go down first."

Zeng Fu's lips moved, and he became more and more certain that he was definitely not Madam Zeng's biological son. As soon as he came out of the main room, he caught one of his lackeys and asked him to secretly investigate the affairs of the two concubines in Doctor Zeng's backyard.

However, the original Zeng Fu was a good-for-nothing. Although this Zeng Fu who traveled through time and space was confident, his IQ was barely on par with the original owner. His attempt to explore his life experience was discovered by Mrs. Zeng within a few minutes.

Mrs. Zeng, who was already having a headache because of her stepdaughter's troubles, was so angry that her stomach hurt: "After all, she is not her own child, so she is unreliable! He wants to investigate, so let him investigate. Let's see whether he will recognize me as his stepmother or his biological mother who is not worthy of being on the stage!"

That night, there were resentments everywhere in the Zeng Mansion, but Fu Qingsu had a good sleep. When she woke up, she continued to fight with her fists and feet, carrying the tablet, to establish a status for herself in the mansion that others dared not easily provoke.

Until this day, when the Marquis of Anguo and his son were about to go on an expedition and distributed invitations to a farewell banquet to all their relatives and friends in the capital, Fu Qingsu, who had been obsessed with Mortal Kombat these days, remembered that there were a few more bitches outside the mansion who deserved a beating, not just in this mansion.

"Good fellow, you actually have the nerve to send us an invitation..." Fu Qingsu clenched his fist and turned to ask Zeng Suqiu if he could possibly defeat the Prince of Anguo.

Zeng Suqiu told her very honestly that Ruan He, the prince of the Marquis of Anguo, who was respectfully called Prince Ruan by outsiders, was indeed a soft persimmon. At the same time, she reminded Fu Qingsu that even if she wanted to beat him up, she had to be careful not to break his hands and feet. It was not that she still had feelings for that person, but the expedition to the southwest was a major event for the court. If they delayed the prince from joining the army because of a momentary anger, they would be in trouble.

understood.

Fu Qingsu put the note away, threw it into the copper basin and set it on fire - as long as his hands and feet were not injured and he could not join the army, other parts didn't matter.

She rubbed her palms together, found a pillow and began to practice how to slap someone in the face so that the person could be beaten into a pig's head as quickly as possible.