Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

In the Danqing Hall, green smoke rose from the golden lotus incense burner, and the air around it dropped rapidly, filling the air with a depressing atmosphere.

Zhao Yiran saw that Xiao Jingheng's face was gloomy. In order to leave him with a gentle and considerate impression, he hurriedly tried to smooth things over:

“Madam Xiao, the Grand Tutor is very busy with official duties, so he should always put the overall situation first. I won’t mind.

Can I talk to him privately?"

When Mrs. Xiao heard this, she understood it instantly and said with a amiable smile:

"Okay, you guys chat slowly.

It's rare for Princess Yiran to visit our house, so please stay and have dinner together.

I will ask the chef to prepare some good wine and food to entertain you properly."

Zhao Yiran quickly stood up, nodded slightly, watched her leave, and then gave Ginkgo a wink.

Ginkgo immediately understood what he meant and opened the box, taking out a plate of dragon beard pastry, a plate of thousand-layer cake, and a plate of jujube paste pastry.

Zhao Yiran's eyes were clear, and he smiled slightly:

"Master Taifu, this is a pastry I made myself. I don't know what flavor you like, so I made one for each. You can try it."

Xiao Jingheng was too lazy to even take a look, and said expressionlessly:

"Thank you for your kindness, Princess Yiran. I have never liked sweets, and I am afraid that I will disappoint Princess Yiran's kindness."

Zhao Yiran was determined to impress this ten-thousand-year-old iron tree, and said without getting angry or annoyed:

"Master Taifu, I have never been involved in cooking before, but I learned how to make these cakes for you.

Even if you don't like it, can you have a sip?"

Ginkgo advised very tactfully:

"Yes, Master Taifu, Princess Yiran injured her fingers while making these cakes for you.

A lady of her rank would never do such rough work, so you should do me the honor of having a taste of it."

Seeing that he did not express his opinion, Zhao Yiran stretched out her delicate hand, picked up a piece of dragon beard pastry and handed it to his mouth:

"Master Taifu, please give me some face."

Xiao Jingheng placed his slender fingers on the chair handles, clenched them tightly, and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed softly:

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Zhao Yiran saw him coughing, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him with a worried look on her face, saying:

"Master Taifu, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Jingheng raised his hand to block the silk handkerchief she was extending, took it out from his sleeve, and covered his mouth with it to cough.

At this time, Jing Mo, who was outside the door, heard the cough and immediately walked in, saying respectfully:

"My lord, it's time to take your medicine."

Xiao Jingheng slowly stood up and bowed to Zhao Yiran:

"Ahem, Princess Yiran, I'm feeling unwell. I'll have to excuse myself."

Before Zhao Yiran could speak, he turned and left, leaving the master and servant alone in the messy hall.

Zhao Yiran was worried and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Huai Xi.

"Princess Yiran, my master has always been weak and sickly, and needs to rest and recuperate. Princess Yiran, please go back."

Zhao Yiran twisted the silk handkerchief tightly, bit her lower lip, and watched Xiao Jingheng's back disappear into the depths of the corridor, feeling a strong sense of frustration.

Jamel Xiao, I know you are deliberately avoiding me.

It doesn't matter, no matter where you run to, I will always follow you.

"Gingko, let's go."

In the corridor, Old Madam Xiao looked at Zhao Yiran's back as he left angrily, her face becoming increasingly gloomy.

"This Erlang is too unreasonable. He has refused to get married all these years.

Now that such a good marriage opportunity is offered to him, he still refuses to agree."

Nanny Wei, who had served her for many years, advised:

"Madam, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

The Second Master is becoming increasingly frail and I'm afraid he won't live for many years.

Why do you have to insist on getting him married?"

Madam Xiao changed her usual amiable attitude and said with a fierce look:

"I just want him to be able to climb up the royal family's ladder before he dies, so that he can gain more benefits for the Xiao family.

The love of the parents is far-reaching.

I have to pave the way for my brother Jue'er's future and must plan ahead.

If it weren't for this Erlang, the position of Grand Tutor would definitely have belonged to my son Jue.

But it is not too late now, as he is a rising star in the dynasty and a popular figure in front of His Majesty.

Then he must make good use of his current power and position to lay a good foundation for my son. In the future, this whole family will be my son's property."

Nanny Wei suddenly realized and flattered:

"The old lady is very smart. No wonder your family urged you to poison the medicine that Second Master takes every day, but you kept making excuses.

It turns out that he wanted to use Second Master to do more for Third Master."

Madam Xiao sneered:

"Of course, if we poison Erlang to death now, it would be more trouble than gain.

However, he cannot delay for too long, or my son will not be able to rise to his status and position."

Seeing that she looked worried, Nanny Wei comforted her:

"Madam, the Third Master is now very outstanding and ambitious. He has passed the imperial examination and is now a Hanlin scholar.

This is all thanks to the old lady's good parenting. I believe that it won't be long before the Third Master will be promoted to a first-rank official."

Madam Xiao was very pleased and made up her mind:

“It seems that I have to find a way to arrange the marriage between Erlang and Princess Yiran.

Princess Yiran is born to be a bad luck to her husband. If the two of them get married, wouldn’t that solve my biggest worry?”

Nanny Wei's eyes rolled around and she suggested:

“This is easy to do. I will invite Princess Yiran to visit my mansion more often. This will give them a chance to be alone together.

As a man, there is no way he doesn't cheat.

The Second Master is just not in good health, but that doesn't mean that men are not good at that."

Old Madam Xiao was enlightened by her words and couldn't help but come up with a plan.

In her mind, Erlang has always been a sickly person and has been under her tight control over the years.

Dealing with him is a piece of cake.

Xiao Jingheng returned to Moxiangzhai and started writing on paper, trying to vent his dissatisfaction.

I never expected that Zhao Yiran would come to my house to harass me.

Based on his understanding of his stepmother, he estimated that she would take this opportunity to win over Zhao Yiran and force him to submit.

It's true that one problem is followed by another. In order to prevent future troubles, we must cut the Gordian knot.

As he was writing, he suddenly realized that the paper was densely covered with Song Wanyin's name, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

Jing Mo and Huai Xi saw their master writing at the desk, so they quietly left and closed the door.

The two men stood guard in front of the door and chatted.

"I never thought our master was so popular with women. After so many years, he should have married and had children. Who do you think he likes?"

"Are you stupid? Anyone with eyes can see that the master likes the county lady. That Princess Yiran keeps trying to get close to the master, but the master doesn't even bother to look at her."

"Speaking of the county lady, I think the sweet orange next to her is a bit interesting."

"Why? You don't like her anymore?"

"How is that possible? I, I, I, I don't like a greedy girl. Don't eat me out of money again."

"Why are you so nervous? I see you are clearly saying one thing and thinking another."

"No, I, I, I, how could I have that?"