The stand-in didn't take it seriously for three years, and the minister was furious when they b

He suddenly raised his eyes and Chunmiao's head began to shake like a rattle.

Mu Lianzhi narrowed her beautiful eyes. She already had an idea in her mind. When she spoke again, her calm voice already revealed her pressure:

"Harumiao?"

"Miss~"

Chunmiao gritted his teeth and stamped his feet:

"The mansion will hold a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet together with the Prince of Fuguo's Mansion the day after tomorrow. I heard that many dignitaries have been invited. With the return of the master, the Mid-Autumn Festival and the addition of that little brat, the old lady has taken turns to send a lot of goodies to the first room these days."

"I heard that the eldest lady's marriage to the Duke of Fuguo may be finalized. The eldest wife is now enjoying great happiness and prosperity."

"Now everyone in the mansion is revolving around them. Even the maids in Wenquyuan who make mooncakes in the mansion have them, but we don't have them here. I asked them casually, and they forgot and sent me away."

"She said that Mid-Autumn Festival hasn't come yet. She will definitely not forget it next time and ask me to go earlier."

"What a bully."

"Miss, what are we going to do next?"

They were already weak in the mansion, and now they were struggling. The gap between the two houses would grow wider and wider, and they would be marginalized. The worst thing was that they were trapped in a dead end and could not see any future. And Master Beitang...

Her lips moved several times, but finally, Chunmiao pursed her lips and lowered her head.

"What else can't you say now? Just say it all at once."

Judging from her attitude, she probably has a lot of things to say and has been holding it in for more than a day.

Looking up at Mu Lianzhi, who was pale and obviously thinner, Chunmiao stopped talking the moment she opened her mouth. Just as she shook her head, Mu Lianzhi tapped her forehead with a finger:

"Okay, I'll go out and ask."

"Master Beitang is with Miss Cai Cui."

After a pause, Mu Lianzhi was obviously stunned for two seconds, and then he slowly turned back:

"Only this?"

"Miss, isn't that enough?"

Her eyes widened in shock. Finally, Chunmiao made a bitter face and picked up the angelica and red dates soup on the table and handed it to her:

"Miss, you should drink the soup first. It replenishes your blood."

As she said this, she wanted to slap herself twice again:

She is really quick-talking, why should we make things difficult for her at this time?

We should wait until she finishes drinking.

Chun Miao was just regretting so much that he took the bowl of soup. Mu Lianzhi sat down and started drinking from it in small sips:

"I thought it was something..."

"Miss, you are not angry or sad?"

These few days, from the time they heard the rumors to the time they confirmed the news, they had discussed it several times. They didn't know how to start the conversation, and they were even more afraid that she wouldn't be able to withstand the continuous blows.

With a faint smile, Mu Lianzhi put down the bowl, which was almost empty:

"Why are you angry? Why are you sad? It's stupid to base your emotions entirely on others. A 30% to 70% ratio is enough."

"Miss?"

Chunmiao breathed a sigh of relief, but for a moment she didn't know whether she should be happy or not, because she could see that Mu Lianzhi looked obviously haggard these days. She was no longer as dressed in red and green as before, nor as bright and lively as before.

Subconsciously, she felt that she must care very much.

She even vaguely felt that she was going to become the same as before, like a turtle, keeping everything in her heart and accepting everything as it came.

In fact, their current situation is like a fish stuck in a net, struggling in vain. Chunmiao feels sad and desperate because he can't see the direction of his efforts.

"Silly girl~"

Unable to bear her decadent and depressed look, Mu Lianzhi still gave her a few pointers:

"Don't just look at the surface of things, and don't care about those material things; as for Lord Beitang, who he likes and who he is with is his business. It is not ours to decide who outsiders are."

"So, Chunmiao, you have to remember that how we live is only related to ourselves. Others are just passers-by, no matter if they are just icing on the cake or helping us in times of need."

“We can’t rely on anyone.”

It was because she trusted Beitang Yi that she neglected to prepare for unexpected events and suffered this disaster, and now she has to start all over again.

"Similarly, whether others are good or bad cannot affect our future."

What kind of happy events are these for the eldest wife?

You won’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse until the last moment.

He nodded, as if he understood and as if he didn't understand. Chunmiao felt that he felt a lot better.

"Did you just say that you would hold a banquet at the Marquis' Mansion the day after tomorrow?"

Although outsiders didn't know, Ling Wenzhan had indeed just died. The forty-nine days hadn't even come yet, and the seventh day hadn't even been incinerated yet, yet the Marquis's Mansion was actually planning to hold a grand banquet at home? Not to mention the first wife, that brat actually had no taboos?

"Why are you so ostentatious?"

This doesn't seem like a decision a normal person would make, unless there is a more important reason - it has to be done.

But the Mid-Autumn Festival is only four or five days away. What could be so important in these few days?

She muttered, and Chunmiao's thoughts were also pulled back:

"Mid-Autumn Festival is a major festival. Every year, the court has to rest for three days. I heard that the prince and princess of Silla will visit this year. During this period, there will definitely be palace banquets. It is normal for the palace to hold them at the beginning of the holiday."

"I guess he wants to finalize the eldest lady's marriage as soon as possible."

"That's right. No matter how small Silla is, it is still a royal family. It's hard to say whether our mansion will have the chance to attend the palace banquet, but the Duke's Mansion can go whenever they want. No matter what the young prince's personality is, he is still good-looking. What if he is favored by someone?"

"However, I think this possibility is not high. Silla is a martial country, especially after being defeated by us. If the princess really came for the purpose of marriage, she would definitely choose a military general."

It seems that Prince Bao doesn't have that kind of temperament.

Marriage?

Just as she was about to shake her head, Mu Lianzhi suddenly thought of something. She whispered a few words in Chunmiao's ear and then said:

"Ask Leng Yun and Leng Yu to come see me."

……

On the other side, in Beitang Mansion, that day, Eunuch Fu brought two imperial doctors and some supplements to visit. Seeing that the other imperial doctor also took it, he asked anxiously:

"Doctor Tong, how is it?"

"My diagnosis is consistent with that of the Imperial Physician Zeng. Lord Beitang should be suffering from an acute illness caused by anger. At present, he is not seriously ill. It's just that his heart meridian is damaged and his body is a little weak. He just needs to rest for a few more days."

"That's good. It's good. I can now report to His Majesty with peace of mind."

Taking another step forward, Eunuch Fu looked at Beitang Yi:

"My Lord, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

While waving the whisk, he crushed a pill in his palm without leaving a trace. Then, a faint feeling passed by, and Beitang Yi clearly felt a heat on the back of his neck.

He covered his lips and coughed lightly:

"Ahem, it's okay..."

Just when he was wondering if something was going on, he noticed that Eunuch Fu seemed to be glancing behind him from the corner of his eye. Ying Feng on the side covered his heart with one hand and his eyes widened in surprise.