Forcing me to raise a concubine? The mistress of the Marquisate has gone mad

"Madam, the courtyards for the two young masters have been arranged. They are close to Hong'an Hall, so they can spend more time with the prince in the future." When Qiu Ye came in, there was still a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. Because the adoption was a very sudden matter, they were busy for a while in the afternoon.

Shen Ruoyan sat in front of the bronze mirror. Chunxi was about to remove her hairpins and rings when she heard, "Don't worry, how is the prince?"

Qiu Ye hurriedly said, "The prince heard about this, but he didn't react. But when I left Hong'an Hall, I heard that the prince had eaten less dinner today than usual."

Lu Yan was quiet and mute, so Shen Ruoyan, as a mother, could only guess what he meant by his eating, dressing and traveling habits.

Shen Ruoyan nodded, not surprised, "What do people say outside?"

Qiu Ye not only arranged for people to clean up the yard in the afternoon, but Shen Ruoyan also gave her a separate task and asked her to do it.

Chunxi stopped what she was doing, and Shen Ruoyan also looked over. But Qiuye, who was always straightforward, looked embarrassed.

Shen Ruoyan: "Tell the truth about what you heard."

Qiu Ye's sweat, which had just dried, began to flow again. "People outside say that the Marquis's Mansion is disgusted by the fact that the prince is mute, and they want to train a new heir. They also say that the Madam has been childless for six years, and maybe she can't have children anymore. Even if, even if..."

"What is that?!" Chun Xi tightly grasped the comb and gritted her teeth in anger.

Qiu Ye closed his eyes and said loudly: "They said that even if the wife gave birth, it would probably be a defective seed. It would be better to adopt a legitimate son, which would be cleaner!"

"Ridiculous!" Chun Xi dropped the comb in her hand to the ground, her eyes red, "A bunch of gossipers, can they really make up stories about our lady? Where did you hear that from? If I knew, I would tear her mouth to pieces!"

Shen Ruoyan usually treats these two maids very well. How could Chunxi and Qiuye let it go when they heard their master being slandered like this!

Shen Ruoyan was very calm, as if she was listening to other people's affairs, and said without anxiety or anger: "Don't pay attention to them, let them talk."

"Madam?" Chun Xi picked up the comb and was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

Qiu Ye's brain was quick, "Madam, do you want to let this rumor continue to spread?"

Shen Ruoyan gave her an approving look. Although this maid was straightforward, she was not a fool. "Send someone to keep an eye on them and see who is pushing them from behind. Give them a hand if necessary."

Rumors always come from nowhere. This wave of wind may not be blown by me. In this case, let her see how capable the other party is.

There was never a lack of storms in the harem. The tree wanted to be still but the wind did not stop. If the wind blew, the grass would move. She would be so busy all day!

So, she didn't mention it again, and asked Chunxi to fix her hair accessories again, "Let's go, let's go to Shizi to see him."

Hong'an Hall was a little far from where she lived, but it was quiet and a good place for reading. Surrounded by dense bamboo forests, the house was simple yet refined. When she opened the door, she saw shelves full of books and ancient scrolls, which was enough to show Shen Ruoyan's intentions.

However, for a six-year-old child, it was a bit too quiet.

"Prince, the Madam is here!"

Lu Yan was a small man, dressed in silk and satin, but still looked a bit bleak. His face was not as rosy as that of an ordinary child, but had a few pale spots. No matter who looked at him, he looked a bit sick.

The Changning Marquisate is a family of military generals. Their ancestors accompanied Taizu in conquering the country. Naturally, such a sickly prince is not popular.

Lu Yan's eyes lit up when he saw Shen Ruoyan, but then, as if he had thought of something, they dimmed again. He couldn't speak, and saluted Shen Ruoyan politely. His manners were very formal and well-practiced.

"You all get down."

After everyone left, Shen Ruoyan squatted down and pulled his son over, "Are you unhappy to know that I adopted a son?"

Lu Yan turned his head away, not wanting to answer. However, Shen Ruoyan did not give him a chance to escape.

"If you don't care, nod your head. If you are unhappy, shake your head. Yan'er, I am your mother, don't be afraid." Shen Ruoyan said gently.

Time passed slowly, and Lu Yan rarely communicated with anyone, even his biological mother. He was constantly struggling in his heart, and he heard all the words outside. He was a mute, and he could not be an official in the future, nor could he inherit the Marquis's Mansion.

So, now we have to find another child to replace him.

He understands it all.

However, he could give up the Marquisate, but he did not want to share his mother with others.

Shen Ruoyan was very patient, she didn't rush or rush. She just looked at Lu Yan quietly, like a real mother, looking at her child tenderly.

Finally, Lu Yan slowly shook his head at her.

He is unhappy.

"You did a great job." Shen Ruoyan patted his head encouragingly and said soothingly, "Don't worry, they are just adopted sons. Only you are your real son. What belongs to you will always be yours. It's just that now you just need to wait a little longer."

The child's eyes were filled with the most ardent sincerity. Shen Ruoyan's heart moved as he looked at her. He reached out and hugged Lu Yan into his arms.

When I lie to someone, I feel a little uncomfortable when they trust me so sincerely…

But he continued to brainwash without stopping, "Remember, you are the only prince of the Marquis' Mansion."

Just like she told her son back then, he was the only one who would be the future emperor!

After comforting her son, Shen Ruoyan returned to the courtyard. Lu Jing was arrogant and proud. He married her because of his grandfather's order and could not be disobeyed. After so many years of marriage, their relationship had been very cold.

After his son became mute, he never stayed overnight at Mingyue Garden again.

But tonight, he came.

"Madam, the Marquis is here."

When Chunxi came in, she was looking happy. Even Qiuye had a little more smile in his eyes.

Shen Ruoyan was indifferent. When she saw Lu Jing coming in, she didn't ask the maid to do her makeup again. After paying her respects, she asked, "It's so late. Is there something that you are here for, Lord?"

Lu Jing frowned. Under the candlelight, Shen Ruoyan was not wearing any heavy jewelry, but looked a little more cold. She looked more charming than usual.

He has always been a playboy, and he used to have a prejudice against his wife, but now he feels that she is like a lotus in clear water, different from those other girls out there. So, he walked forward in a good mood and took her into his arms, "Madam, you look really good tonight..."

Lu Jing lowered his head, and the maids retreated in shame. Before they reached the door, they heard a heavy voice coming from inside -

Snapped!

"How dare you!" Shen Ruoyan slapped him and blurted out, "Come here, drag this scoundrel out and behead him!"

The emperor passed away early, and she has been a widow for many years. This is the first time a man dared to get so close to her!

Even the emperor was respectful when he saw her! How dare Lu Jing, that bastard? !

Shen Ruoyan was still angry at this time, but after meeting Lu Jing's extremely shocked gaze, her scattered rationality gathered in an instant - it's over!

"You dare to hit me?" Lu Jing's eyes were filled with cruelty.

He has been active in the world of romance for so many years, but no woman has ever dared to treat him like this.

What's more, she is his legally married wife and the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion!

Qiu Ye and Chun Xi were also frightened and quickly knelt down, "My Lord, please calm down, my Lord, please calm down!"

Shen Ruoyan reacted and was also confused. My soul is leaving my body now. Is it too late?