I Have 100,000 Dead Warriors

The more she spoke, the more excited she became. A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. "That old woman believed too much in so-called love. She didn't hesitate to use the power of the Yongyi Marquis' Mansion to force your grandfather to break up your childhood sweethearts and marry her. After the marriage, her husband favored his concubine and neglected his wife. He couldn't even protect his only son. It's really sad and ridiculous."

Molan nodded: "Don't worry, mother. I am your daughter, so I naturally share the same aspirations as you."

She was not interested in marrying into a wealthy family, not because she was blinded by bullshit love, but because she simply looked down on it.

Rather than marrying someone in power, it is better to become that powerful person yourself.

Seeing that Lin Qinshuang was half-believing and half-doubting, she said, "The experience of the old woman in Shou'an Hall reminds me of the words of a noble lady in a book criticizing a talented scholar and a beautiful woman."

"Oh?"

Lin Qinshuang raised her eyebrows slightly: "Tell me about it?"

Molan said word by word: "These books are all the same, and they are so distorted that there is no trace of them. They all start with a scholarly family, and the father is either a minister or a prime minister. If a daughter is born, she must be loved like a treasure. But when she sees a handsome man, regardless of whether he is a relative or a friend, she thinks about her lifelong affairs, forgets her parents, forgets her books and etiquette, and is neither a ghost nor a thief. How can she be a beauty?"

Lin Qinshuang's eyes sparkled, and she clapped her hands repeatedly and praised: "Well said, very well said, it's really a wise saying! What's the name of this book?"

Molan said: "Dream of the Red Chamber."

Lin Qinshuang was surprised and said, "Anyone who can write such words must be a great talent who understands the world, and the book he wrote must be a masterpiece. Why haven't I heard of it?"

Mo Lan thought to herself, this is a book for later generations, how could you, a person from the past, know about it?

She said vaguely, "I came across this by accident. There are so many masterpieces in this world that are forgotten. This one is not bad."

Lin Qinshuang nodded: "Yeah, that's right. What's the family background of the person who said this in the book?"

Molan said: "Her surname is Shi, and her father is Baoling Marquis and Shangshu Ling."

Lin Qinshuang sneered, "The father of this Miss Shi is Marquis Baoling, and the father of this Miss Shou'an Hall is Marquis Yongyi. Look, they are both noble ladies, but why is there such a big difference in their realm of thought?"

Molan said: "That's right, there is a huge difference."

The crazy fans of "The Story of Minglan" say that the original work is "Little Red Mansion" and often compare Old Lady Sheng with Lady Jia.

Come on, there is no comparison between these two people.

Apart from being criticized for doting on Jia Baoyu, Grandmother Jia is far superior to Old Lady Sheng in terms of talent, thoughts, taste, and aesthetics.

Grandmother Jia said that this was the worst time she had been slandered.

Lin Qinshuang looked at Mo'er and smiled with relief: "Mo'er, it's great that you can think this way. It's normal for a young girl to have dreams and fantasies about beautiful love, but no matter how beautiful the love is, it will eventually be based on the daily chores of life. Love without material foundation is like sand, which will be blown away by the wind. You must remember this."

Mo Lan nodded heavily: "Mo Er only seeks wealth and glory, not a trace of true love."

"Well, this is my good daughter!"

Lin Qinshuang's eyes were full of pity and affection.

It turns out that her daughter is the most caring and understands her the best.

……

After gaining a firm foothold in the capital, Sheng Hong worked cautiously as an official while planning for the future of his children.

Especially the two sons, Sheng Changfeng and Sheng Changbai, who are related to the rise and fall of the family, cannot be neglected at all.