My concubine is pregnant, I tear up the marriage certificate and marry another powerful official

Last time, Liu hired someone to investigate secretly, but before they could find any clues, Liu Qiuqiu discovered it and made a big fuss in front of Lu Yanxiu, which caused her miscarriage.

When asked, Lu Yanxiu replied, "Everything is fine."

"That's good. Just take good care of her and take care of her baby. Don't think too much about other things. Go."

"……Yes."

Coming out of Weirui Pavilion, Lu Yanxiu felt mixed emotions.

When I thought about how I had worked diligently for many years but my career had not made any progress, I thought it was due to my own problems, but I didn’t expect it was the suppression from the powerful?

When Lu Zhili wanted to study at the Imperial College, he was blocked and made things difficult for himself. It was only after Su He went back to her parents' home to beg Su Ronghai and gave him a lot of money to build relationships that Lu Zhili was reluctantly accepted.

Today, the words of his grandmother and Zhili made Lu Yanxiu feel that he was useless and worthless.

Thinking back to when Su He was at his house, she would never belittle him or look down on him... no matter what he said or accused her of, she would accept it with a smile.

Lu Yanxiu suddenly recalled that day in front of the mourning hall, when Su He was kneeling on the cushion, her figure like a new willow in early spring, soft yet tough.

"Master! Aunt Liu is angry again!"

Mingchun came over from Tingyuxuan, wiping her tears, and cried, "Madam Liu doesn't like to eat fish. She feels sick when she sees fish. But the kitchen only listens to the old lady, who says that eating fish is good for the fetus...Madam Liu got so angry that she smashed all the dishes and chopsticks!"

The image of a soft figure in Lu Yanxiu's mind was instantly shattered. Then he saw Liu Qiuqiu hanging her head and wiping her tears. This was the seventh time Su He had lost her temper since she left the house. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed: "Since Qiuqiu doesn't like it, then go outside and buy some spicy and strong-flavored dishes that suit her taste."

Mingchun raised her head and glanced at him, hesitating, "The money is all managed by the old lady, I dare not ask for it..."

Lu Yanxiu was about to get angry, but suddenly he remembered that there was a flood in the southeast region and disaster relief was needed. The court had not paid salaries for two months and would not pay any more in the next few months.

He was penniless, and so was Liu Qiuqiu. The current expenses of the family home were all funded by the money from the Weirui Pavilion of my grandmother. I heard that it was her private money...

Under such circumstances, Ting Yuxuan had to keep his dissatisfaction with the old lady to himself even if he was dissatisfied.

Lu Yanxiu took a deep breath and said helplessly: "I'll think of a way."

The carriage stopped in front of the Su residence. After landing, Su He bowed to the people in the carriage. Lu Huaihe nodded slightly and was about to leave when he heard Zhao Wanrong's voice from the side.

"Ah He, you're finally back!"

"Come back home with me tonight! Mother has selected several candidates for you. I think they are all good. I am waiting for you to see their portraits..."

The curtain of the car was lifted slightly, and Lu Huaihe's eyes moved. He glanced at Su He who was blushing. She pursed her lips embarrassedly and said in a soft voice: "Sister-in-law, I have no plans to remarry yet..."

"Why not go and take a look? Madam Duan from the Shangshu Ling family is here too. Even if you don't choose, you can go and take a look. It's just to broaden your horizons."

Zhao Wanrong spoke frankly, thinking that Su He would feel lonely living alone in the Su residence. In addition, so many bad things had happened in the Lu residence before, and she was afraid that she would be depressed and anxious.

It was really hard to refuse such a kind invitation, and Su He couldn't decline it.

He then thought that his mother and Madam Duan were waiting for him in the mansion, and was afraid that if he didn't go his mother would lose face in front of Madam Duan, so after hesitating for a moment he got into Zhao Wanrong's carriage.

Seeing how obedient she was, Lu Huaihe couldn't help feeling depressed.

Remembering that the princess had invited him to her house to make tea yesterday, he asked Qingyun to change his route and go to the princess's house.

At the mansion, the sun sets in the west.

Zhaoyang sat by the pavilion, and from time to time he sprinkled the fish food in his hand into the pond, attracting groups of fish to swarm in and grab the food happily.

Upon hearing that Huai He had arrived, she put away the fish food, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and then went to the hall to meet him.

He seemed to be in a hurry today and was still wearing his official uniform.

Zhaoyang saw from a distance that Lu Huaihe looked unhappy, with his brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth tight.

When I got closer and smelled him, I discovered that he had a faint scent of powder on him.

Zhaoyang laughed and joked: "Why did you come to my house for no reason?"

"Today, I have a favor to ask of my mother."

Lu Huaihe took a sip of warm tea, staring at the thin and old tree trunk in front of the hall, and said lightly: "Let's clear away the dry branches in front of the hall tomorrow, so that we can have good luck before the wedding."

The previous sentence had already made Zhaoyang suspicious. When he heard the latter part, his eyes suddenly lit up. He put his hand on the armrest and asked with concern: "The happy event you mentioned..."

The arc of Lu Huaihe's mouth never faded, and his tone seemed casual, "I want to ask mother to prepare a betrothal gift list."

Zhaoyang was delighted and stood up immediately.

He looked around Lu Huaihe carefully for several times, and was not satisfied until he had found a flaw in him.

"When did you decide? Which daughter is she? What's her name?"

After asking all the questions, Zhaoyang stood outside the hall without waiting for Lu Huaihe to answer, clasped his hands together, and thanked God wholeheartedly. Then he walked back to Lu Huaihe and said with great affection: "The marriage I prayed for you at Shangqing Temple that day is finally coming to fruition! God has mercy on me, so I can watch you get married. Otherwise, if I am gone one day, who will prepare the betrothal gifts for you?"

Zhaoyang is not young anymore. After the winter solstice this year, he will be forty years old.

She had proposed marriages for Lu Huaihe no less than ten times before, but none of them worked out. But now, he came to her house in person to ask for the list of betrothal gifts, which was enough to show how important that girl was!

Zhaoyang was so happy that he didn't know what to do next. The only thing in his mind was "Dowry List".

She hurriedly called Yuzhu and asked, "Is my precious pearl coral tree still there? And where are the nanmu silk-carved glass screen and the jade ruyi? Are they all intact?"

Yuzhu smiled and replied, "Princess, we clean and check them every day, and they are all in good condition!"

"That's good, that's good!" Zhaoyang paced back and forth, thinking about what good things to put in the betrothal gift list. He glanced and noticed Lu Huaihe sitting beside him with a faint smile. He remembered the question just now and repeated it: "Mother is curious about when you decided? Which family is your daughter? What's your name?"

"I made the decision many years ago."

Lu Huaihe's lip lines deepened, and the pretty figure of Su He appeared in his eyes.

Zhaoyang saw the smile in his eyes, which came from the bottom of his heart. As a mother, she was sincerely happy for him.

"I heard that her family was arranging a marriage for her, so I couldn't help but ask my mother to prepare a betrothal gift."

Since Su He and Li moved out of the Lu Mansion, Lu Huaihe had different thoughts. He just thought that she had just gotten rid of her old life, and if he pursued her too radically, it would make her unhappy.