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

Gu Qingzhi couldn't help but sneered:

“Haha, I was wondering why the sky was so dark, it turns out that cows were flying in the sky.

Why is this cow flying in the sky? It’s because someone is bragging about it on the ground.

If your painting is valuable, then any one of mine would be worth tens of thousands of taels, right? "

Song Wanyin raised her eyes and looked at her. Just one look was enough to intimidate everyone:

"Gu Qingzhi, since my paintings are so worthless, then the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists that I collected should not be of your liking.

Then why did you rack your brains to take some famous paintings and calligraphy from me, and then send them to Chu Hexuan, the eldest son of Duke Yingguo, to please him?

I give you three days to return those famous paintings and calligraphy to their original owners.

Otherwise, I will go to the Duke of England in person to have tea and discuss this matter."

Gu Qingzhi shuddered suddenly, fearing that the truth would be exposed, and threatened:

"Song Wanyin, do you dare?"

Song Wanyin chuckled:

"What am I afraid of?"

Gu Qingzhi was speechless and could only stand there staring in anger, but there was nothing she could do.

If Chu Hexuan knew about this, he would know that he didn't understand calligraphy and painting at all.

Those famous calligraphy and paintings that were given to him were all requested from others. Wasn't this a slap in his face?

Chu Hexuan would definitely look down on her from the bottom of his heart, even hate her, thinking that she was lying to him and never want to see her again.

Jiang Lanyue, with Gu Qingchen's support, added fuel to the fire:

“In fact, if you look closely, your sister’s painting skills are indeed okay, but they are incomparable to those famous artists.

It can only be regarded as a personal preference, limited to viewing, and not suitable for gift giving.

I know that my sister has always been thrifty and frugal. Just look at the banquet and you will tell. There are only ten tables prepared, and there are not even a few extra tables reserved.

I am not worried about whether there will be enough seats for the distinguished guests.”

A word awakened the dreamer. Gu Qingchen frowned and looked at Song Wanyin, questioning:

"Why don't you prepare more banquets? It's such a shabby feast, it's a waste of the two shops I gave you."

When Jiang Lanyue heard this, her heart started beating fast. In order to save some face for Gu Qingchen, she planned to ask him privately for clarification.

Song Wanyin showed a hint of sarcasm:

"Gu Qingchen, ten tables are already enough to give you face.

You're using two failed shops as a bargaining chip, and you're expecting me to generously prepare a hundred tables of banquets for you?"

Gu Qingchen's face twitched a few times. If there weren't so many distinguished guests present, he would definitely argue with her.

The Second Madam's eyes were filled with disappointment, and she said with a fake smile:

"Song Wanyin's birthday gift is really an eye-opener for me.

In this case, the paintings made by those useless girls in my family, which used to be casual, may now be presentable.”

The Third Lady enjoyed watching the fun and said:

“That is to say, this is just an ordinary painting, what is there to brag about?

I see, Song Wanyin clearly doesn’t want to spend more money, which must have disappointed her mother-in-law.”

The old man didn't say anything, but he couldn't hide his disdain in his eyes. It was clear that he didn't like this painting at all.

It’s just that due to my status, I can’t say it directly.

Madam Jiang was still upset about the apology incident. She looked at Song Wanyin with disdain and said sarcastically:

"I heard that when the mistress of the Marquis's family got married, she had a grand wedding with a dowry that stretched ten miles, and the dowry alone filled up the entire Marquis's mansion.

Logically speaking, with the strength of the Taiwei Mansion, it should be able to produce some valuable treasures.

Unless you don’t want to give it.”

Xia Meimei hid behind Aunt Jiang, feeling secretly happy, as she could finally hold her head high.

No matter how rampant Song Wanyin is, she cannot withstand the gossip of the people. Just one spit from each person is enough to drown her.

Zhao Yundi finally saw the ugly faces of this family, and stood up to defend Song Wanyin:

"You are a bunch of ungrateful people. You have wasted such a precious painting.

I remember the painting of an immortal wishing my grandmother a happy birthday that I wrote in the evening when she celebrated her birthday.

It stood out among many gifts, and the Empress Dowager liked it particularly well. She even gave her the golden phoenix hairpin that she had worn for decades.

This was the highest honor and became a legend in the palace.

If you don’t believe me, feel free to go and ask around to see if what I said is true.”

Li Wenbo also stood up, put his arms around her frail shoulders, calmed her excited emotions, and agreed:

"That's right. To this day, the good story of the Marquis's mistress is still circulating in the palace. I often hear the Empress Dowager talking about her and even said that she wanted to invite her to the palace to reminisce about the past."

Upon hearing this, the lady's face turned very ugly, and she said half-believingly and half-doubtingly:

“Princess, you have always been on good terms with Wan Yin, so naturally you will speak in her favor.

However, this is our Gu family's internal affair, so please don't interfere with it.

If this really happened, then why haven't I heard Wan Yin mention it before?

It is not only her personal honor, but also a great honor for the entire Marquisate, so I will naturally not reject her."

Madam Jiang looked at Gu Qingchen standing aside and said in surprise:

"My Lord, have you heard about this?

How come I've never heard you mention it?

That way, we can appreciate this masterpiece properly."

Gu Qingchen had never really cared about Song Wanyin, so naturally he didn't know about this.

"I'm afraid Song Wanyin is the only one who knows this matter best.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, how can you treat your mother's 60th birthday as a joke?

As the eldest daughter-in-law, you have not fulfilled your filial duty. You have indeed not done enough."

Facing the doubts from the Gu and Jiang families, Song Wanyin remained calm and ordered Tiancheng to bring a box of gold powder.

"Later, I can make the scenery in this painting come alive."

Seeing that she was still being mysterious, the lady's face became more and more unpleasant. She was afraid that she would make fun of the guests, so she said in a heavy tone:

"Wan Yin, that's enough. You can go to the east kitchen to see if there is anything else that needs to be added."

Zhao Yundi immediately took the lead and said:

"Alive? Is it so miraculous? I must see it for myself.

Wanyin, show it to everyone."

The princess had spoken, and the distinguished guests stretched their necks and leaned forward, their curiosity aroused.

"Madam, if you really have such extraordinary abilities, you will be a legend!"

"Being able to make the scenery in the painting come alive? This is unheard of and so shocking!"

"I have to witness this historic moment carefully. A miracle is really going to happen!"

Facing everyone's high expectations, Gu Qingchen suddenly poured cold water on Song Wanyin:

"Song Wanyin, you are now in a difficult situation.

I want to see how you can make the scene in this painting come alive."

Song Wanyin said in a resounding voice:

"Then if I keep my word, you must make a solemn apology to me on behalf of the Gu family."