The passers-by are vicious

Considering that Zheng Zhaorong had been using the identity of Sheng Hongyi's fiancée as a pretext in Beijing in recent years, everyone looked at Zheng Zhaorong with a puzzled look.

"How could this be?" Zheng Zhaorong murmured to herself. She couldn't accept that the identity she had always been proud of was actually a joke.

She stood up unwillingly and strode towards Xue Bi's box, wanting to personally confirm whether the jade pendant was exactly the same as hers.

When Zheng Zhaorong saw the jade pendants in the box, she was stunned for a moment. Those jade pendants were indeed very similar to the jade pendants in her hand, and could even be said to be exactly the same.

At this time, as if to make her give up, Li Min signaled the eunuchs around him to return Zheng Zhaorong's jade pendant to her.

Zheng Zhaorong didn't care about anything else and immediately snatched her jade pendant from the eunuch, eagerly comparing it with the jade pendant in the box.

She looked at every detail, hoping to find something different.

However, the fact is that the two jade pendants are exactly the same.

The jade material and style are the same. Until now, she is unwilling to believe that the jade pendant she regards as her life-saving straw is fake.

Zheng Zhaorong still refused to believe that the jade pendant she treasured was fake. She tried hard to recall the feeling when she touched the jade pendant in the past, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, she discovered that the texture of the jade pendant in her hand was no longer as delicate and smooth as before.

The jade is wrong.

Zheng Zhaorong immediately showed joy on her face. This jade pendant was not hers, but a carefully made fake.

"Okay, you are really calculating. Unfortunately, I wear it all the time and I can't tell the difference between the jade pendants. You stole the jade pendant. This one is not mine."

Zheng Zhaorong had an angry look on her face and her eyes were burning with rage. She threw the jade pendant in her hand directly at Jiang Wanwan, who was still covered with a red veil.

Sheng Hongyi had already stood in front of Jiang Wanwan when Zheng Zhaorong made the throwing motion.

He reached out and grabbed the flying jade pendant and threw it into the box Xue Bi was holding, where it was mixed with other similar jade pendants. He could no longer tell which one was the real one.

"Miss Zheng, if you are here to attend Jiang Wanwan and I's wedding, please stay and have a drink. If you are here to cause trouble, please leave. It is not convenient to receive you today."

Sheng Hongyi advised in a calm tone, his gentle face still smiling but not in his eyes, and the displeasure in his words was indeed obvious.

Zheng Zhaorong stared at the gentle man in front of her, feeling more and more unwilling.

She had always considered Sheng Hongyi as her future husband. But now he was going to marry the woman she despised the most, her eldest sister-in-law.

She couldn't help but blurt out, "I'm the one who should marry you. She's just my brother's slut and she's not worthy of you at all!"

Zheng Zhaorong even stepped forward and tried to hold Sheng Hongyi's hand, but Sheng Hongyi dodged it with a flick of his sleeves without leaving a trace.

Hearing her insult Jiang Wanwan, Sheng Hongyi, who had been smiling the whole time, immediately pursed his lips and said angrily: "Ms. Zheng, you should be more virtuous."

In the eyes of the people present, Zheng Zhaorong's actions were just a deliberate act of causing trouble for Sheng Hongyi, and they couldn't help but point fingers at her.

"As a woman, you are so vicious with your words. You are really unworthy of being a wife. No wonder Mr. Sheng would rather marry a widow than her."

Zheng Zhaorong was a little flustered by the people around her pointing and talking, but she still said with her neck stiff, "What do you know? I'm his fiancée. If Jiang Wanwan hadn't interfered, I should be the one standing next to him today!"

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but shake their heads. They felt that Zheng Zhaorong was really shameless, as she was clearly insisting on making a fuss about someone else's wedding.

Sheng Hongyi frowned slightly. He didn't expect Zheng Zhaorong to be so difficult to deal with.

"Ms. Zheng, please respect yourself. Although Wanwan and I haven't gotten married yet, in my heart she is already my wife, and she will be my wife for the rest of my life."

Jiang Wanwan, who had always been invisible and had never spoken a word under the red veil, did not feel the slightest bit of emotion when faced with Sheng Hongyi's true love confession. She just thought that he was just trying to get rid of Zheng Zhaorong.

But seeing Sheng Hongyi's deep love, Zheng Zhaorong felt even more jealous. She gritted her teeth and said, "You have only met a few times. I don't believe you like her so much."

Zheng Zhaorong still can't understand how two people who have no connection with each other suddenly want to get married, let alone when they met and spent time together.

Originally Jiang Wanwan was going to marry Zhang Dan for the second time. She secretly laughed in her heart, thinking that a widow and a widower were a good match.

There are more than ten concubines in Zhang Dan's family. Even if Jiang Wanwan marries there, she will probably be involved in quarrels every day.

When Zhang Dan was sent to suppress the Japanese pirates, Zheng Zhaorong was still thinking that God really had eyes, and even the widow Jiang Wanwan was not worthy of him.

However, she never expected that Jiang Wanwan had hooked up with her fiancé Sheng Hongyi at some point, and now her fiancé actually said that Jiang Wanwan was the only wife in his heart.

Why? Does she deserve it?

However, Sheng Hongyi didn't care about her thoughts at all, and said coldly: "Since I married her, I naturally like her. Even if I have only met her once, I still only love her."

Zheng Zhaorong stood there blankly, her eyes blurred by tears, and she was even at a loss. When she came to her senses, she was about to pounce on Jiang Wanwan, who had been protected by Sheng Hongyi and had not spoken a word from beginning to end.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control and was about to miss the auspicious time, Li Minshi waved his hand to signal the guards to take Zheng Zhaorong away. Immediately, a soldier stepped forward and grabbed Zheng Zhaorong's arm and pulled her out.

As Zheng Zhaorong was dragged away, she was still shouting, "What I said is true, the engagement cannot be fake..." and she glared at Jiang Wanwan who was unaffected, her eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

Everyone had their own guesses, but no one dared to speak rashly, and they just watched everything silently.

Sheng Hongyi remained calm from beginning to end, with a warm smile on his face. He raised his chin to signal the officiating officer to continue the wedding.

Princess Wencheng, who was sitting on the upper throne, had no change in expression from beginning to end. She watched with a cold face as Zheng Zhaorong made a scene and was finally dragged away.

She was not happy with Zheng Zhaorong being her daughter-in-law, and she looked down on Jiang Wanwan, a widow with a burden, even more. However, she could not resist her son's willingness.

So I was indifferent to the whole process of this wedding.

After the wedding ceremony, Jiang Wanwan was sent to the carefully decorated bridal chamber.

The room was filled with festive red, and the flickering candlelight illuminated her beautiful figure.

Sheng Hongyi stayed in the front yard to entertain the guests who came to congratulate him.

Perhaps he was really happy. When Sheng Hongyi returned to the bridal chamber, he even reeked of alcohol, but he still walked to the couch and steadily lifted the veil.

Under the phoenix crown, Jiang Wanwan pretended to shyly raise her head, revealing her fair chin and her face that was made even more beautiful and charming by the makeup.

Sheng Hongyi's handsome face was still gentle, but his dark eyes were dark and gloomy. His fingers passed across Jiang Wanwan's chin and finally landed on her snow-white neck. He said in a hoarse voice: "My lady, it's time to rest."

As he spoke, Sheng Hongyi lowered his head and placed a kiss on Jiang Wanwan's face. His movements were incredibly gentle, just like the smile on his face.

Jiang Wanwan's face flushed instantly, and then she hugged his neck coquettishly, her eyes full of water and tenderness.

The hibiscus curtains are scattered, covering the spring flowers in the bed.

It was an absurd night. Jiang Wanwan leaned softly on Sheng Hongyi's body. After taking a bath in his arms, she changed her clothes with the help of the maid. They went to the front hall together to offer tea to their mother-in-law, Princess Wencheng.

"Since you've married into the Sheng family, you're a member of the Sheng family and you have to abide by the rules of the Sheng family. If I find anything wrong with you, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Princess Wencheng looked down at Jiang Wanwan, who was kneeling on the ground, expressionlessly, and admonished her in a stern tone, not hiding her dissatisfaction with Jiang Wanwan.

"My daughter-in-law will follow the princess's instructions."

Even though Jiang Wanwan was being embarrassed, her expression did not change at all. She just raised the teacup above her head, and the teacup trembled slightly, revealing a hint of weakness.

Seeing this, Sheng Hongyi no longer cared about his mother's expression. He directly snatched the teacup from Jiang Wanwan's hand, raised it and handed it to Princess Wencheng, and said with a smile: "Mother, please have some tea."

Seeing her son's behavior, Princess Wencheng's expression changed slightly, but she still reluctantly took the teacup, took a sip, and then slammed it heavily on the table.

"You are really good at this. You have bewitched my Yi'er." Princess Wencheng said coldly.

Jiang Wanwan knelt on the ground with a delicate and bright face that looked a little aggrieved, but she remained neither humble nor arrogant, "My daughter-in-law wouldn't dare."

Sheng Hongyi ignored his mother's expression, stretched out his arm, put his arm around Jiang Wanwan's waist and stood up.

"Mother, she is now my wife and your daughter-in-law. The Sheng family does not have so many rules. I hope mother will bear with me if there is anything wrong with Wanwan, and avoid distracting me in the court."

Hearing that her own son was threatening her for Jiang Wanwan, Princess Wencheng almost couldn't help but get furious.

However, at this moment, Father Sheng gently patted the back of Princess Wencheng's hand and said to Sheng Hongyi and Jiang Wanwan, "Okay, now that you have paid your respects, you two can go back first. The Sheng Mansion doesn't have too many complicated rules. You don't have to pay your respects every day. Just come over for a cup of tea during festivals."

Seeing her husband's statement, Princess Wencheng really stopped talking. She was always strong, but it seemed that she would only become docile and obedient in front of Father Sheng.

Seeing her son carefully supporting Jiang Wanwan as she left, Princess Wencheng was filled with rage. She couldn't help but slam the table and said angrily, "She is just a widow. It is a blessing for her that my son is willing to marry her. I didn't expect that she would dare to instigate my son to disregard the feelings of his biological mother..."

Princess Wencheng was about to get angry but was interrupted impatiently by Sheng's father who was sitting beside her, "It's rare for him to like someone, do you have to make a fuss and disturb the family? Let Yi'er live happily with Jiang, and don't interfere with other things."

There was no smile on Sheng's father's face at this time. His handsome face, which was exactly the same as Sheng Hongyi's but even tougher, was expressionless as he held the tea, with an inexplicable coldness in his eyes.

Even though his wife was a princess, he scolded her without any mercy.

Princess Wencheng's face really turned pale. She clenched her fingers tightly, almost to the point of bleeding. She said with a trembling voice, "You two are really good father and son! You both like widows, and you are still blaming me."

Father Sheng put down the teacup in his hand, waved his sleeves and left with an indifferent look, and said coldly: "It has been so long, why do you still mention it. Yi'er is your son, not your husband. You can't control him at will."

After saying that, he left their courtyard without looking back, leaving Princess Wencheng to face this embarrassing situation alone.

"As expected of father and son, they are both cold-hearted." Princess Wencheng covered her face with her wide sleeves, hiding her expression of wanting to cry, as if she was trying to maintain her only remaining pride.

"Even after so many years, I still can't warm his iron heart."

Princess Zhang of Wencheng's tone was filled with grief and indignation, and seemed to carry a hint of resentment.

When the two of them returned to the courtyard, Jiang Wanwan was helped to sit in front of the tea table. Sheng Hongyi poured her a cup of tea and said with a smile in his eyes: "You don't have to take my mother's words to heart. She was just saying it."

"I have already told my father about Ying'er entering the Sheng family tree. He has asked the family members to fill in her name. From today on, she is Sheng Ying."

Jiang Wanwan finally felt relieved when she heard that Ying'er's matter had been settled. She couldn't help but smile softly, "Thank you for your concern, my husband."

She then showed some tenderness and consideration to Sheng Hongyi until the man was called to the study by his personal attendant to handle official business.

Jiang Wanwan smiled and told Qiuyu to bring Sheng Ying over.

Soon Qiuyu led Shengying into the yard, and Shengying ran over and threw herself into Jiang Wanwan's arms, "Mother."

Sheng Ying was so frightened by the incident in the Zheng family where the male members were captured and exiled that he developed a fever.

Now that he has recovered and changed his last name, he no longer has to go to a cold and bitter place apart from his mother. But everything in Sheng Mansion is very unfamiliar to Sheng Ying, and he can only hold on to Jiang Wanwan's clothes tightly to feel at ease.

Holding her son Sheng Ying tightly, Jiang Wanwan gently reminded him, "Don't be afraid. Sheng Hongyi will be your father from now on. You don't have to remember that your last name was Zheng. Just remember that your last name is Sheng."

It doesn’t matter what your son’s surname is. What matters most is which one is more beneficial to your son.

Although Sheng Ying didn't understand what his mother meant, he still kept it in mind.

"I understand, mother."

Seeing Sheng Ying's expression relax a lot, Jiang Wanwan looked at Qiuyu who was standing beside her. Without her asking, Qiuyu said, "It was because the master saw that the young master was weak that he ordered someone to send Cordyceps sinensis to nourish the young master."

Jiang Wanwan finally understood. It seemed that Sheng Hongyi still cared about Sheng Ying.

At lunch, Sheng Hongyi also came back to eat. He was not surprised to see Sheng Ying sitting at the table. He said with a gentle smile: "Ying'er, I will be your father from now on. There is no need to restrict me. If you want anything, just tell the servants directly."

Sheng Ying looked at Sheng Hongyi timidly and did not answer.

Jiang Wanwan put down her chopsticks and said with a smile: "Ying'er, how can a boy be so timid? Besides, didn't you hear your father talking to you?"

Hearing Jiang Wanwan calling him Sheng Ying's father, Sheng Hongyi, who had been indifferent, immediately looked at Sheng Ying with a gentle expression.

"It's my fault that I don't have time to play with Shengying. It's okay. After dinner, how about we go to the yard as a family to fly kites?"