After rebirth, I married the emperor's uncle and overthrew my ex-husband's kingdom

Dreams are always illusions.

Lu Chen took a few deep breaths before suppressing the resentment and hatred in his heart.

"Well, three years from now. Whether the dream can come true is also three years from now."

Bai Youyou patted the back of his hand and said earnestly, "In fact, even if there is no such dream, the Zhenguo Mansion is still in a difficult situation. What we should do now is to prepare in advance and prevent any disasters."

The boy's eyes were red, "How to prevent it? Grandfather, father, uncles and others have thought of what can and should be done, unless..."

Bai Youyou knew what he had swallowed.

Unless he rebelled and ascended the throne himself, no emperor would tolerate the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, which was so powerful that it threatened the emperor.

"Cousin, why not..."

"The barbarians have not been annihilated, the border is unstable, and if there is another internal crisis—" Lu Chen shook his head, "Besides, my Zhenguo Mansion is full of loyal and brave people, and we cannot bear the stigma of traitors."

Since ancient times, whenever a war breaks out, the common people are the ones who suffer.

The Duke of Zhenguo was stationed at the frontier all his life. The men of his mansion fought to the death for their country with their blood and loyalty. The bones of the soldiers and civilians at the frontier piled up like a mountain.

My grandfather would never allow the people to live in misery and the land to be barren because of them!

Die-hard fans are a headache, but they are also truly admirable.

Bai Youyou didn't know what other ways to get out of this deadlock. She sighed softly, "When you reach the mountain, there will always be a way out. When you reach the bridge, you will naturally be able to get straight. Let's do the things in front of us first, and then take one step at a time."

"If it really doesn't work, I will find a prince to marry, get rid of the father and keep the son, and then let the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion help my son ascend the throne. In this way, our Duke of Zhenguo Mansion will not be considered as treason."

Thinking of this, her mood became good again.

Hearing this, Lu Chen ignored his sadness and looked at her indescribably, "You...are you attracted to the prince?"

The prince looked like a decent man, and he deliberately acted coquettishly in the Big Buddha Temple that day. He suspected that his sister was bewitched by the vixen-like aura emanating from the prince.

Are you saying this to test him?

"whispering sound!"

Bai Youyou sneered, "I don't like that kind of stud."

A rotten cucumber that is shared by all, who knows what kind of germs it might contain.

There aren't many people near the royal family, and there are many children. Even if she wants to find one, she has to find a clean one.

Lu Chen took in the contempt in her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's best if you don't like him. The prince is very scheming and not a good match."

"knew."

Bai Youyou answered straightforwardly.

The carriage soon arrived at the Yongning Marquis' Mansion. Bai Youyou got off the carriage and asked the servant to take Lu Chen back.

As soon as I entered Fangfei Garden, I saw a pile of cloth on the table, and many things wrapped in brocade boxes.

When Mrs. Lu saw her, she smiled so hard that her teeth were exposed. "These things were sent by your eldest aunt this afternoon. Mother listened to you and intercepted them to me halfway without letting me register them in the warehouse first."

Mrs. Lu pushed some good things in front of her, "My son, quickly pick out something you like."

It's the end of the year, and the masters of each household have to make new clothes for the New Year.

Each woman received a new headdress, and each man received a jade pendant, both of which looked very valuable.

These things sent by the eldest wife look the same, but anyone with eyes can tell which ones are more valuable.

Only a fool would not choose the good one. Bai Youyou picked out a pink glazed plum blossom headpiece and a piece of cherry red cloth.

"Mother was planning to pick these two for you, but was afraid you wouldn't like them." Mrs. Lu said with a smile, and handed over another invitation, "This is from the Prince's Mansion, saying that there will be a plum blossom viewing banquet in seven days."

"Everyone in the mansion was invited," Lu's face turned from sunny to cloudy when she talked about this, "that little bitch Bai Yaoyao also received an invitation from the Prince's Mansion."

"Mother, don't worry about her. She still needs to learn the rules after returning from the Prince's Mansion."

Bai Youyou casually threw the post aside and opened the brocade boxes to take a look.

Two of the white jade pendants with cloud patterns carved on them were of excellent quality. She took them out and admired them for a while.

She put down the jade pendant, closed the lid of the brocade box, and said to Xiaoju beside her: "Go and see if the second young master has returned home. If he has, ask him to come over."

Mo Daru's invitation has not been finalized yet, and she can't miss this opportunity to alienate their fake father-son relationship.

As for Aunt Qiao, if she knew that Bai Yaoyao was invited by the prince, she would naturally not miss the opportunity to save Bai Yaoyao from punishment.

When it was getting dark, Bai Yanlang came to Fangfei Garden as Bai Youyou had expected.

A chill filled the room, and the corners of Lu's lips, which had just been curved, were instantly pressed down.

In the past, when the shares were distributed to each room, the two of them would always make a big fuss, whether big or small.

When Bai Yanlang saw the brocade and brocade boxes piled on the couch, he immediately looked unhappy: "Why aren't these things put into storage? Why are they all here with you?"

"Humph!"

Mrs. Lu snorted coldly, "I am the mistress of the second house. If the things are not with me, should they be with that bitch of Mrs. Qiao?"

Bai Yanlang snorted and flicked his sleeves, sitting on the chair, "Stop calling me a bitch all the time. Which mistress is as vulgar as you?"

Lu was not afraid of him, "Do you want me to go out and tell others why I became so vulgar?"

Bai Yanlang heard the threat in her words, looked embarrassed, touched his nose, and quickly changed the subject, "Weren't these things always in the warehouse in the past?"

"That was in the past." Mrs. Lu glanced at him. "I didn't bother to take care of your trivial matters before, but from now on, all the affairs of the two houses will be under my control. The monthly allowance, monthly salary, food, clothing and other expenses of each house must all be handled according to the rules."

Bai Yanlang stared with a frown on his face.

Qiao's monthly expenses are in excess. If everything goes according to the rules...

His heart ached when he thought about his Jiaojiao being wronged.

He murmured, "Wasn't it good in the past?"

"Huh, who was it that scolded me with the account book before?"

Mrs. Lu rolled her eyes at him and said, "If I don't care about this family, how much silver can you afford for the betrothal gift when Luochuan gets married in the future? And my son Youyou is already thirteen this year. His dowry can't just rely on the little money given by the Marquis's mansion, right?"

She changed to a comfortable sitting position and sneered: "I don't care how you plan for Qiao's company, after all, you still have some private property under your name, so you can give all your private property to her."

"You know my little private property..."

Bai Yanlang glanced at Bai Youyou who was eating cakes silently at the side, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

His monthly salary was only a few dozen taels. The farm that brought him the most profit was swindled away by that dead girl. His other private properties had some income, but it was only enough for him to eat and drink and socialize outside.

This dead girl is thirteen now, and there are still three years before she reaches the age of marriage. In these three years, with the income from the farm, she will be able to prepare a decent dowry. But poor Yaoyao, she still has nothing.