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

There was wind and snow in front of the courtyard. The wintersweet tree was covered with a thick layer of white snow. The branches shook off crystal clear hexagonal snow petals, covering the garden with a layer of white carpet.

Song Wanyin held the pen and planned to finish this great painting, and said:

"Sweet Orange, help me grind the ink."

Tian Cheng was worried that her body would not be able to handle it, so she advised:

"Girl, are you planning to finish the painting in one go? Otherwise, why don't you eat something and take a rest first?"

Song Wanyin was inspired and wrote with divine power, he could be called the reincarnation of Ma Liang, the master of the magic brush.

"Help me grind the ink quickly. This painting will be very useful to me in the future."

Tiancheng seemed to understand what was going on and went to grind the ink carefully.

The master has her reasons for doing this.

The blue bird copper stove made the bedroom warm. Even though it was freezing cold outside, it could not stop Song Wanyin's passion for painting.

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door.

"Madam, the Madam ordered me to bring you bird's nest porridge, saying that you like it the most."

Hearing the voice, Tiancheng immediately went to open the door, only to see Nanny Zhuang standing outside.

"Madam Zhuang, who allowed you to enter Qingzhu Garden without permission?"

Song Wanyin looked up, her heart suddenly startled. After staring at Madam Zhuang's eyes for a long time, she felt an indescribable sense of hair standing on end, and she retracted her gaze without making a sound.

"Madame Zhuang, why are you here today? Where is Madame Gui?"

Although Nanny Zhuang is also an old lady serving in the Madam's Courtyard, she and Nanny Gui are in charge of different tasks.

It seemed that the Madam had already gathered together all the slaves that could be mobilized, estimated to be less than ten people, and redistributed them.

Madam Zhuang said respectfully:

"Madam, your injuries have not healed yet, your Qi and blood are insufficient, and your body is weak.

This bowl of bird's nest porridge was personally ordered by the lady to bring you this to nourish your body.

Right now, the old lady needs someone to serve her, and Nanny Gui is taking care of her.

Eat it while it's hot."

Seeing her trying to come in, Tian Cheng immediately opened his arms to stop her, raised his chin and said:

“Didn’t your madam constantly accuse my daughter of being unrighteous and unfilial?

My girl cannot afford such a favor.

As the saying goes, one should be grateful for what one has received from others, and one should be soft-handed when one takes something from others.

This is clearly a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.

Madam Zhuang, please go back."

Nanny Zhuang heard the innuendo in her words and her expression became even uglier. She stuffed the tray in her hand into Tiancheng's hands in a fit of anger.

"This is a tonic specially given to Madam by our Madam, which shows that our Madam has a sharp tongue but a kind heart.

The Gu family has a rule that servants are not allowed to talk about their masters behind their backs, or they will be beaten.

I have already delivered the bird's nest porridge as ordered by the Madam, so I will not disturb you to rest."

Tian Cheng opened her mouth to speak, but she disappeared into the whiteness without looking back. She turned to look at her master in distress and said:

"Girl, what should I do with this bowl of bird's nest porridge?"

Song Wanyin frowned slightly, thinking that things were not that simple. The lady had just been outside the garden criticizing her.

In the blink of an eye, he ordered someone to bring him bird's nest porridge, saying that it was specially for nourishing his body. This was clearly shooting himself in the foot.

Based on her understanding of the lady, she would never be so attentive to her for no reason.

"Sweet Orange, come closer."

Tiancheng nodded, leaned forward and whispered something, a subtle look on her face.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Song Wanyin lowered her eyes and stared at the rich ink on the tip of the pen, which dripped onto the desk and gradually spread out.

"My instincts are right."

When Nanny Zhuang appeared just now, she accidentally met those eyes, and her heart felt like it was hit hard by something, and she always felt a sense of déjà vu.

That look made me shudder, and the knife wound on my heart caused dull pain.

She held onto the edge of the table with her fingertips and dug in hard, her long nails digging deeply into the wood chips.

Compared to the bustling Qingzhu Garden, Dingxiang Garden seemed deserted, with only one maid serving Jiang Lanyue.

Jiang Lanyue had a personal maid named Yingchun.

But before coming to Gu's house, she left Yingchun in the Earl's Mansion, pretending that she was at the mansion, and sneaked out to meet Gu Qingchen in private.

Jiang Lanyue walked around the dormitory in a distracted state. She originally wanted to live in peace with Song Wanyin.

After all, it is a very sad thing for a woman to marry but not be favored by her husband.

As long as Song Wanyin behaved herself, she didn't care about the title of mistress of the house.

He found a scapegoat and worked hard to take care of the house affairs, while he himself ended up being able to relax and enjoy himself.

Anyway, a mother's status is determined by her son. As long as she gets pregnant, she will get everything in the Gu family sooner or later.

It was just that last time in the main hall, when she confronted Song Wanyin for the first time, she realized that Song Wanyin was not so easy to deal with.

Only then did she have a strong sense of crisis. After she married into the family, she would be severely suppressed by Song Wanyin, and her life would be difficult.

At this time, a maid came in respectfully carrying a basket.

"Miss Jiang, the medicine and supplements are ready. Take them while they are hot."

Jiang Lanyue watched the maid bring out a bowl of pregnancy-protecting medicine and a bowl of bird's nest porridge from the basket, and asked with more caution:

“Why is there bird’s nest porridge here?

Besides me, who else did you send it to?"

The maid shook her head and replied:

"When I was in the east kitchen making a medicine soup for Miss Jiang to maintain pregnancy, a bowl of bird's nest porridge was already placed next to me before I could turn around."

Jiang Lanyue was delighted, thinking it was a tonic sent by Gu Qingchen, so she took it and took a sip:

"It tastes pretty good. Brother Qingchen is quite attentive to me. It seems that my choice is right."

After taking a few bites, she suddenly felt a cramping pain in her lower abdomen, as if a pair of invisible hands were tearing at her internal organs with force, and her intestines were about to be pulled out.

There was a loud bang, and the celadon bowl broke into pieces, splashing the bird's nest porridge all over the floor.

Jiang Lanyue's face was pale, with cold sweat oozing from her forehead. She covered her aching lower abdomen with her right hand, and clutched the edge of the table with her left hand. Her frail body was shaking.

“Hiss, it hurts so much…”

The maid was startled and hurried forward, at a loss as to what to do:

"Miss Jiang, what's wrong with you?

I will go find the doctor right away."

Jiang Lanyue watched the maid stumble towards the door, shouting for help as she ran, and her vision gradually became blurred.

The body seemed to have been hollowed out of its soul, and fell limply to the cold ground.

She was so scared that she wanted to scream, but her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.

While his consciousness was blurred, a halo appeared in front of his eyes, making him dizzy. In despair, he seemed to see Gu Qingchen running towards him.

She stretched out her right hand with difficulty, like a drowning person desperately trying to grab a life-saving straw.

"Brother Qingchen, save me, save me quickly..."

In an instant, everything in front of my eyes went dark and my body fell heavily downwards, as if being swallowed by the huge mouth of the abyss.

As night fell, the Marquis's Mansion was brightly lit. The bright moonlight reflected on the snow on the ground, refracting a faint glow. The cold wind was biting, as if someone was sobbing and wailing.

The Lilac Garden was in chaos, with maids coming in and out, and everyone was busy.

Gu Qingchen was still in his official uniform on his way back home when he saw Gu Qingye rushing towards him, saying that Jiang Lanyue had been in trouble.

At that moment, he felt as if he was struck by lightning, his brain went blank, and he returned home in a daze, like a walking corpse.

After the doctor finished his diagnosis, he shook his head and sighed:

"Miss Jiang accidentally ate food that causes abortion, which led to the signs of miscarriage. I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic.

I need to check Miss Jiang's diet to see what caused it?"