Quick Wear: The female supporting role makes a comeback by giving birth to a child

"Yes. I will discipline him strictly in the future and will never let this kid idle around and bully the good people again!"

Dingyuan Hou Wen Zhong bowed in agreement.

The look in his eyes when he looked at his son was full of disappointment.

Their birth dates were only a few days apart, so how come there is such a huge gap between them?!

The Ninth Prince has already taken over the Imperial Household Department and is helping the Emperor with his work. In just a few days, he has earned tens of thousands of taels of silver.

And this one of ours...

Just don’t mention it!

"It's good that uncle knows this. The Imperial Grandmother often said that spoiling a child is like killing him. I hope uncle will remember this. Although Wenle is the only child, the Wen family will still rely on him to support it in the future."

If Wen Le was just a playboy, how could the huge Wen family survive?

Wen Zhong's face turned serious.

Thinking of what his son had done in the past, he felt a sense of urgency:

"Thank you for your advice, Your Highness. I will keep it in mind! I will definitely discipline him strictly in the future!"

Wen Le listened to what his cousin and his father said and had a bad feeling in his heart.

But at this moment, no one cared about him.

In the end, he was even dragged away from Chunmanlou by his own father.

I don't know how many people saw me along the way.

Wen Le didn't dare to cry, for fear of attracting other people's attention and completely losing face.

But as soon as he returned to Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, he let go and howled at the top of his lungs:

"Grandma! Mother! Aunt! Help! My father is going to beat me to death! Grandma! Mother! Aunt! Help!"

Before Wen Zhong could make a move, the only sound in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion was the wailing of this naughty boy.

Wen Zhong's face turned pale.

Just slap the boy on the butt again:

"What are you shouting for?! What are you howling for?! I'm telling you, even if you shout your head off today, it's useless! I'm going to teach you a lesson today! I'm going to stop you from bullying the good and fearing the evil all day long and causing trouble!"

As he spoke, several slaps came down in succession.

Bunraku's wails became louder.

However, at this moment, the old lady of the Wen family, Madam Wen, and the concubines in the mansion all rushed over.

Several concubines came forward and pulled Wen Zhong's arm together:

"Oh, Lord, what are you doing? Lele is still young, why can't you talk to him in a quiet way? How can you hit a child?"

Mrs. Wen even wiped her tears directly:

"I know you don't like us mother and son, we'll leave now and not bother you! Poor Lele, at such a young age, he still has to endure your anger!"

At this moment, Old Mrs. Wen also came over with a cane.

When he saw this, he raised his cane and hit his son:

"You bastard, put Lele down! Do you still have any behavior as a father?! Stop it!"

Wen Zhong looked at the group of women in the house.

Look at the little guy who was howling loudly just now. Now he looks pitiful and aggrieved, and is complaining to the group of women.

This caused the group of women to glare at him even more angrily.

Wen Zhong suddenly laughed out of anger.

He picked up the kid, dodged around the group of women and stood far away.

Seeing that they were about to get closer, he shouted, "Stop right there!"

The group of women were startled.

Although Marquis Dingyuan was usually straightforward, he had never been so serious at home.

"Mom, Madam, I know you love your child. But do you know what trouble he got into today?!"

Old Mrs. Wen's eyes flickered. "No matter what kind of trouble you get into, my Wen family can handle it! What's the point of beating the child?!"

Mrs. Wen was stunned for a moment and looked at her son.

The kid who was so arrogant just now was now being carried by his father in a listless manner.

It looked like a fat cat being picked up by someone.

"mother!"

Old lady Wen's words made Wen Zhong feel helpless.

Old Mrs. Wen covered her chest with one hand:

"Oh, I can't live anymore! I can't live anymore! My son is getting more and more disobedient now. He doesn't even listen to me. Oh, God, why don't you strike me to death?! What a sin!"

There was a burst of singing, reciting, acting and wailing, without a single tear, but with a huge momentum.

Wen Zhong felt his temples throbbing.

He looked at his mother, then at his wife with red eyes, and several concubines who followed his wife's lead.

I just felt a little relieved.

Then he remembered what the Ninth Prince had said.

He quickly closed his eyes, suppressed the reluctance in his heart, and left with his son.

Seeing that those women were still trying to stop him, he frowned:

"Butler, stop them!"

The butler received the order and took action immediately.

Madam Wen pushed the housekeeper and glared at Wen Zhong:

"Wen Zhong, what do you mean?! Where are you taking my son?!"

Marquis Dingyuan originally had no intention of taking his son anywhere; he just wanted to come back and teach the kid a lesson.

But the behavior of these women in the family really made him feel uneasy.

He looked at his wife and saw a pair of eyes hidden behind the handkerchief, winking at him frantically.

Wen Zhong was puzzled, but he did not change his mind: "I will take him to the military camp. From today on, he will eat and live with me!"

After saying that, he didn't even look at these people and walked away.

He even felt a little regretful about going home.

He should have taken this kid directly to the military camp!

"My Lord, please come back! Please come back! Wuuwuwu!"

Mrs. Wen screamed a few times, then suddenly seemed to have a seizure and fainted.

"lady!"

A group of concubines hurried over.

Mrs. Wen's personal maid hurriedly called for people to carry her wife back.

Old Mrs. Wen also sighed and scolded her son for being so cruel.

Mrs. Wen suddenly fainted, and the entire main courtyard was in chaos.

The maid wanted to ask for a doctor, but was stopped by the concubine: "How is Madam? Is everything alright?"

"My dear aunts, please let me pass quickly! The doctor hasn't come yet!"

But several aunts were asking questions at the same time, as if they didn't hear what she said at all.

The personal maid was helpless.

He was thankful that his wife was not really fainted, otherwise, with such a delay, something serious might have happened.

She could only pretend to be extremely anxious and try to squeeze out.

But how could she, alone, be a match for these concubines?

In the end, he could only be squeezed among a group of concubines, unable to move.

The little maid started crying: "Ah! Let me go!"

She screamed and pushed these people hard.

"What did you stop me and ask?! Am I a doctor?! I think you did it on purpose! You stopped me on purpose and didn't let me go to see a doctor! You have such vicious intentions!"

The concubines who were just frightened did not recognize it:

"Hey, what are you saying? We care about our sister too! How could you misunderstand us like that?!"

"What's going on here?"

The housekeeper came over with the doctor.

When the aunts saw him, they murmured and kept silent.

This steward had followed his master to the battlefield. He was later injured in the hand and was kept by his master.

The little maid ran over crying, "Housekeeper, please ask the doctor to see the lady! Wuuuu! The concubines are stopping me here and won't let me go out."

The housekeeper frowned: "Where are the others in the yard?"

The little maid also realized this problem, but could only shake her head: "I don't know."