The passers-by are vicious

(The heroine is really not a good person, she is vicious and selfish.)

"Madam, the maidservant beside Princess Wencheng is here and wants you to come over."

Jiang Wanwan, who was counting the bills, raised her head, a look of surprise and confusion in her eyes.

After all, her mother-in-law never contacted her again after serving tea on the first day of her marriage.

Someone was suddenly sent to look for Jiang Wanwan today. Did something urgent happen?

"The commander is not at home today."

Qiu Yu, who had gone out to get information, hurried into the room and whispered in Jiang Wanwan's ear, "I heard from the concierge that the commander left early in the morning to pay respect to the person who fell off the cliff and died. I'm afraid he won't be back for quite some time."

Sheng Hongyi was also called out by his friends for a drink and would not be back until the evening.

Princess Wencheng took this opportunity to call Jiang Wanwan over, fearing that it was a Hongmen Banquet.

The maid sent by the princess to deliver the message seemed impatient and urged, "Madam, the princess is still waiting for you. Don't delay the time and make the princess wait anxiously."

Jiang Wanwan stopped what she was doing, removed her fingers from the abacus, and told the maid beside her: "Put these account books away."

She adjusted her skirt, stood up, and checked her makeup and clothes in the mirror to see if they were appropriate.

Before leaving the house, Jiang Wanwan suddenly stopped and turned to ask Qiuyu beside her, "Is there anyone visiting your house today?"

"No." Qiu Yi shook her head, indicating that no one came to visit.

Jiang Wanwan thought to herself, since no one came to visit, then Princess Wencheng might have other purposes for asking her to come over at this time.

She had a rough guess in her mind, but still decided to go and see the situation in person.

Along the way, the nanny walked in front and led the way. Her attitude towards Jiang Wanwan was both respectful and cold, and she didn't say a word.

When they walked into the eldest princess's yard, all the maids lowered their heads, and the whole yard was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere.

After the nanny brought Jiang Wanwan into the hall, the eldest princess was sitting on the armchair beside the table.

The eldest princess was wearing a gorgeous red brocade robe and sparkling jewels on her head. She looked at Jiang Wanwan who walked in with a cold expression.

A familiar woman in pink was standing at the side pouring tea for the eldest princess. When she saw Jiang Wanwan come in, she raised her eyebrows proudly.

The woman in pink was Zheng Zhaorong.

Jiang Wanwan probably had some thoughts in her mind, so she bowed slightly to the eldest princess who was sitting in the main seat, and said with a smile on her face: "My mother-in-law asked me to come here because of something important."

The eldest princess did not answer but raised her chin and gestured to Zheng Zhaorong beside her.

Zheng Zhaorong immediately walked towards Jiang Wanwan with a teacup in hand.

She did not put the tea on the table. Instead, after Jiang Wanwan sat down, she immediately knelt down and raised the teacup above her head, "Madam, please have some tea."

Jiang Wanwan did not take the teacup, nor did she look at Zheng Zhaorong who was kneeling in front of her holding the tea.

Instead, she raised her eyes to look at the eldest princess sitting in the main seat, and smiled with confusion, "Mother-in-law, what is this..."

The eldest princess didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly.

Zheng Zhaorong knelt on the ground, holding a teacup in her hand, with her head down and silent, but her face looked a little aggrieved.

The whole scene seemed very awkward and tense, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan just smiled and said nothing.

The eldest princess, who was sitting in the upper seat, showed no emotion on her face.

She used the tea lid to gently stir the tea leaves in the cup and said calmly, "It's hard for you to take care of Hongyi alone. It's a good thing that Zhaorong will help you in the future, so you can relax a little."

Staring at her high and mighty mother-in-law, the eldest princess, Jiang Wanwan just found it funny.

The eldest princess herself had never taken a concubine for General Sheng, but now she was eager to take a concubine for her son Sheng Hongyi.

You have to know that Jiang Wanwan and Sheng Hongyi had been married for just over half a month, but the eldest princess was so eager that she even chose her former sister-in-law, Sheng Hongyi's ex-fiancee Zheng Zhaorong, as her concubine.

This was obviously intended to embarrass Jiang Wanwan and slap her in the face.

Although she felt unhappy, Jiang Wanwan's face remained calm. She smiled and replied softly, "Mother-in-law, you are too kind. Taking care of my husband is my responsibility. Why should Zhaorong share the burden?"

"Besides, with Zhaorong's status, I'm afraid it's not suitable for this job. If this matter is known to people in the capital, it may affect my husband's prestige. After all, my husband has already married the widow of the Zheng family, and now he wants to take my sister-in-law into the mansion as a concubine, which will inevitably cause some rumors."

"If you are disrespectful to the deceased members of the Zheng family, I am afraid that the ministers in the court will report you."

"What's more, my daughter-in-law has carefully selected a suitable husband for Zhaorong, and your husband has already made a promise to someone and is only waiting to pay the betrothal gift. If your husband suddenly takes Zhaorong as a concubine at this time, it may damage his reputation."

Jiang Wanwan looked at the eldest princess calmly, her tone revealing that she could not be questioned.

Originally, the princess didn't care about what Jiang Wanwan said, and even thought that she just didn't want to take a concubine for Sheng Hongyi.

However, when she heard that Sheng Hongyi might be impeached by the court because of this incident, the eldest princess's expression changed slightly, and her originally firm attitude began to waver and hesitate.

The eldest princess just didn't like this daughter-in-law, which didn't mean she liked Zheng Zhaorong and insisted that her son marry her.

Zheng Zhaorong was not of noble status; she was just the daughter of a criminal.

The eldest princess began to reconsider.

She still had some doubts in her heart whether Jiang Wanwan was just trying to fool her, so she frowned and asked, "You said Hongyi promised Zhao to marry someone, which family is it?"

Facing the princess's questioning, Jiang Wanwan smiled calmly and said, "Prince Yong'an's cousin happens to be working under my husband. He is handsome, upright, and has not yet married. If Zhaorong can marry him, she will be the legal wife, wouldn't that be even better?"

Zheng Zhaorong, who originally thought she had won, began to panic. She put down the teacup in her hand, raised her head and said hurriedly: "Zhaorong does not want to be the main wife. As long as I can marry Brother Sheng, I am willing to be a concubine."

As he spoke, he still tugged at Jiang Wanwan's skirt pitifully with tears in his eyes.

"Sister-in-law... no, Madam, it's probably not a good idea for Zhaorong to marry as a wife in her current status. Madam, please let Brother Sheng marry me for our past respects."

"Madam, don't worry. I won't compete with you for Brother Sheng. I don't ask for anything else but a place to stay. You can treat me as a kitten or a puppy, a toy. As long as you can give me a place to stay, I will treat you as anything."

Zheng Zhaorong became more and more excited as she spoke, her tears rolling down like beads from a broken string, and she clutched Jiang Wanwan's skirt tightly.

The eldest princess looked at Zheng Zhaorong's pitiful appearance and couldn't help feeling a little pity in her heart.

She had originally planned to give up, but at this moment she changed her mind and said, "It's just a concubine. With me here, who in the capital dares to talk about Hongyi? I'm afraid it's not that you don't want Hongyi to take a concubine and spread rumors there."

Zheng Zhaorong's love for Sheng Hongyi was beyond words. The princess couldn't help but recall that she had once knelt before her father and prayed to marry Marshal Sheng.

That firm and persistent look made her empathize with him, and her eyes towards Zheng Zhaorong softened a little.

Looking at Zheng Zhaorong's appearance at this moment, Jiang Wanwan's heart was not moved at all, but she still pretended to sigh slightly on her face.

Seeing this, Qiuyu immediately stepped forward, pulled away Zheng Zhaorong's hand that was pinching Jiang Wanwan's skirt, and pulled her away from Jiang Wanwan's legs.

The movements are crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.

At the same time, Qiu Yu still had a kind smile on her face and advised: "Miss Zheng, don't be anxious. This matter needs to be considered carefully. The matter of taking a concubine is not something that Madam can decide alone. It also requires the approval of Lord Sheng."

Before he could finish his words, footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door, and then Sheng Hongyi's tall figure appeared at the door.

When he saw the situation inside the house, he frowned slightly and walked in quickly.

"What's going on?" His clear and pleasant voice carried a hint of displeasure, and a hint of concern flashed in his eyes when his gaze fell on Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan shook her head to indicate that she was fine, then turned to look at Zheng Zhaorong.

Her face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her lips trembled slightly. She seemed to want to say something but didn't dare to open her mouth.

Sheng Hongyi walked into the hall with a cold expression and called out to the eldest princess above: "Mother, what's going on?"

Facing her son's questioning, the eldest princess couldn't help but look a little unnatural, but still said: "This child is really pitiful, Hongyi, you might as well marry her."

Zheng Zhaorong lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She sobbed and said, "Brother Sheng, Zhaorong knows that I am no longer worthy of you. I only hope to stay by your side, even if it is just to be a concubine."

Unfortunately, Sheng Hongyi remained unmoved, his eyes were always on his wife Jiang Wanwan.

Listening to the crying sound beside my ears, I just felt very annoyed.

Sheng Hongyi frowned and bowed to the eldest princess above him, "Mother, I once swore that I would never take a concubine in this life. Do you want your son to break your promise?"

"This, when did you make such an oath? It doesn't count."

The princess thought it was just an excuse for her son not to take a concubine, so she frowned and said, "Who in the capital doesn't have three wives and four concubines? Do you want to stay with Jiang for the rest of your life?"

Sheng Hongyi pursed his lips, his eyes flashed with annoyance, but soon his eyebrows softened, "I only want to keep one wife in this life, and we will be together for the rest of our lives."

His voice was not loud, but it was firm and persistent.

Zheng Zhaorong, who already had feelings for Sheng Hongyi, felt heartbroken upon hearing this.

Obviously, she is Sheng Hongyi's wife, and he should be talking to her.

If it weren’t for Jiang Wanwan…

"Besides, didn't mother never take a concubine for father?"

Sheng Hongyi's words were like a sharp sword, piercing directly into Princess Wencheng's heart.

Her eyes widened and a look of disbelief appeared on her face.

Princess Wencheng was already unhappy, and she was so angry that she trembled all over after hearing this. She slammed the table and shouted angrily, "How dare you talk to me like this."

Sheng Hongyi lowered his head with a respectful look, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was mocking something.

His tone was still gentle, even with a hint of helplessness, "It was my son who overstepped the boundaries. I hope my mother will forgive me."

However, Sheng Hongyi's humble look clearly showed that he was not sincerely admitting his mistake.

Princess Wencheng was naturally dissatisfied and felt furious.

He even felt that Jiang Wanwan was a vixen who had changed his usually gentle and filial son into this kind of person.

As he spoke, his tone was filled with anger and even a little impulsive, "Zhao Rong, my son is not worthy of you. Don't worry, I will find a better marriage for you."

Zheng Zhaorong, who was originally full of joy and thought that she would be able to marry Sheng Hongyi as a concubine today, suddenly froze the smile on her face and her expression became stiff when she heard this.

He forced a smile, trying to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

Zheng Zhaorong bit her lip and kowtowed to the princess in the hall, "Your Highness, I naturally believe you, but Prince Yong'an wants to take me as a concubine. He is old enough to be my father. I had no choice but to find him."

"I'm afraid Prince Yong'an's cousin wouldn't be willing to marry me."

Zheng Zhaorong's voice had a hint of crying, as if she had suffered great injustice.

She trembled slightly, her eyes revealed helplessness and frustration, and she choked up and said: "If you want me to marry Prince Yong'an as a concubine, I might as well die."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and let the tears slide down his cheeks.

"Brother Sheng, please save me for the sake of my father and brother."

Zheng Zhaorong covered her face with her hands, tears streaming down her eyes. She looked at Sheng Hongyi pitifully, as if he was her only life-saving straw.

The smile on Jiang Wanwan's face had disappeared. She put a handkerchief on the tip of her nose and watched Zheng Zhaorong's performance coldly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

But everything was covered by the sleeves and the handkerchief, and when he put his hands down, his face quickly turned into an expression of helplessness.

If an ordinary man saw Zheng Zhaorong in this state, he would have probably agreed to her request out of pity for her. Unfortunately, Sheng Hongyi was a man with a soft face but a cold heart.

The gentle mask on his face had long since disappeared. He watched Zheng Zhaorong's performance coldly and said indifferently:

"Then you can just go and die. Since you knew that Prince Yong'an wanted to take you as his concubine, you still came to Sheng Mansion to ask me to take you in. Are you trying to stir up a conflict between Sheng Mansion and Prince Yong'an's Mansion? What exactly is your intention?"

When Zheng Zhaorong heard this, her face turned pale instantly. She widened her eyes, as if she had just realized that Sheng Hongyi, who had always been as gentle as jade, could be so terrifying at this moment.

"If I really marry you, I'm afraid that Prince Yong'an will hate me tomorrow. Even if the Sheng Mansion is not afraid of Prince Yong'an, it is always troublesome to be targeted by a venomous snake. And you are bringing trouble to the Sheng Mansion now."

Sheng Hongyi's voice was icy cold, his eyes were sharp as a knife, piercing Zheng Zhaorong and ordering her mercilessly: "Come here, hurry up and kick this woman with ulterior motives out of the Sheng Mansion!"

Following his order, several guards came in immediately. They grabbed Zheng Zhaorong's arms tightly and prepared to drag her out.

Zheng Zhaorong struggled desperately, trying to break free from the guards, but to no avail.