After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Qian Fengping frowned slightly.

There are rules for interactions between wealthy families, such as sending someone to deliver invitations in advance.

It was Mrs. Wen who took the initiative to arrange the meeting today, so Qian Fengping came.

But now...

She said nothing and waited quietly for a while.

After finishing the second cup of tea, Mrs. Wen had not arrived yet, so the maid came to refill the tea, and Qian Fengping stood up.

"No thanks. Since Madam Wen is not available today, I will visit you another day."

Her face turned slightly cold and she was about to go out.

The maid subconsciously reached out to stop him.

"Mrs. Qian, don't worry, I'll go right away..."

"How dare you! Are there any rules? How dare you stop our Madam? Is this how the Wen Mansion treats guests?"

Yuzhu scolded with a sullen face.

Qian Fengping looked indifferent, thinking that she had been wrong before, and that her own maid was not much worse.

The maid turned pale and didn't dare to refute.

Just as Qian Fengping was about to leave with Yuzhu, they heard hurried footsteps outside.

A graceful and elegant woman wearing a jade hairpin on her head, sapphire earrings in her ears, and a blue dress walked in first.

She wore a proper smile on her face and said, "Mrs. Qian, I'm so sorry. I was busy with some family matters and came a little late. Please forgive me."

Qian Fengping also changed her cold expression and responded with a gentle smile: "Madam Wen, you have worked hard to manage the household. I am sorry for disturbing you."

She knew very well that Mrs. Wen would appear in time just as they were about to leave. There were countless spies watching inside and outside the hall, and they would not be able to report the news in time.

But Qian Fengping didn't understand.

My family had no contact with the Wen family before, so we must have never offended Mrs. Wen.

Why did Mrs. Wen offer an olive branch on her own initiative, and then try to show her power when she came to her house?

The two exchanged hypocritical pleasantries for a while, and then Qian Fengping brought up the business.

"Needless to say, as an outsider, I think the Major General and Miss Meng are a match made in heaven."

Mrs. Wen covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled faintly.

"I heard that the young general was adopted? His adoptive parents died a long time ago, and after he got married, he had no elders to pressure him..."

This is the situation of the Fang family, but why does it sound weird when Mrs. Wen says this?

Qian Fengping was not stupid either, and the smile on her face deepened even more.

"That's right. My second brother and my husband have a miserable life and our parents have a weak bond. Fortunately, my second brother and General Meng have a master-disciple relationship. They have the same father as the master. If the marriage is successful, our two families will only be better off."

"But this master and father-in-law are still a level below. The Meng family only has an only daughter. I wonder if the young general is willing to marry into the family?"

Mrs. Wen had a kind expression, but her words were not so comforting.

"I heard that Lord Fang Tong is a son-in-law. I think the two brothers of the Fang family are very open-minded and they probably won't mind."

Qian Fengping heard a hint of sarcasm in these words.

Although Fang Tong never felt ashamed of being a son-in-law, she also did not think that a man who married into her family was inferior to herself.

But there are always people who don't see it that way.

I feel that a man who marries into a woman's family is not presentable.

This is used to look down on copper and even to belittle silver.

Qian Fengping looked at her and said calmly, "Oh, Madam Wen, are you talking about General Meng's requirements for choosing a son-in-law?"

The last time she visited the Meng Mansion, Mrs. Meng did not express this intention.

Fang Yin and Miss Meng have been in contact for some time, but they have never mentioned this matter.

Qian Fengping didn't mind whether Fang Yin married into her family or not, or rather, no one in the family minded, and it all depended on the wishes of Fang Yin and Miss Meng.

If he wants, of course he can.

But not minding does not mean being willing to be pushed into marrying into the wife's family by others in a derogatory and contemptuous tone.

"That's not the case." Madam Wen reached out and smoothed her hair, her eyes cold. "It's just that I feel that although the Young General has meritorious service, it's mostly due to his reliance on General Meng, and his foundation is too shallow. Wouldn't it be better to ask for General Meng's daughter and show some sincerity?"

This statement is almost like saying that Fang Yin relied on the Meng family to get to where he is today, and if he marries Meng Lan, he will be living off her.

Qian Fengping smiled lightly, but her smile was a little cold. "Madam Wen, do you think that my second brother's military achievements are fake? That even though he pacified the Southern Barbarians, he's not worthy of being named a general? Or do you think that Your Majesty doesn't know how to judge people, and that the generals appointed by imperial decree are unworthy of the position?"

She looked indifferent and a little oppressive.

At this moment, her aura was no less powerful than Mrs. Wen's, and she even subtly suppressed the other party.

Mrs. Wen clutched her handkerchief tightly, her face remaining calm. "Mrs. Qian has misunderstood. I'm just a woman, how could I understand these things? I just wanted to add more bargaining chips to my marriage proposal."

"I've only been in the capital for a short time, but I've inquired about the rules for matchmaking in various places. I've never heard of a matchmaker leading a man into marrying into the woman's family before even visiting her."

Qian Fengping said it directly.

She didn't understand. It was obvious from Mrs. Wen's words that she felt that her second brother and Miss Meng were not a good match, but why did she insist on taking this job?

The hypocritical smile on Mrs. Wen's face also fell.

"It seems that Madam Qian no longer needs me to be the matchmaker."

"I can't afford it."

Qian Fengping was not polite either. She just stood up and found an excuse to leave.

No matter how great Madam Wen's reputation was, she didn't dare to use it. What if he lied about marrying into General Meng's family in front of her, and then made up something else at General Meng's mansion? Then a good thing would turn into a bad thing.

As soon as she left, Mrs. Wen's face turned completely cold.

The maidservant beside her complained: "A ninth-rank official's wife, coming to visit you, dares to give you a cold shoulder. From what I've seen, this Madam Qian is truly arrogant."

Mrs. Wen did not expect that a village woman from a small place, who was a widow before and whose identity was really not presentable, could be so tough.

"After all, my husband's family has a good second brother."

Mrs. Wen's words were ambiguous.

Others said that she had a smooth life, but she only regretted that she married the wrong person.

When the old man of the Wen family was alive, he still had a seat in the court, but the two brothers of the Wen family had mediocre talents and only did menial jobs in the capital.

Official positions and actual jobs are not as good as Fang Yin.

"No matter how prestigious a Major General is, he's still just a soldier. He's doing work that costs his life in exchange for credit. How can he be as respectable as a civilian?"

"Besides, logically speaking, Fang Tong is a son-in-law, so he should take the surname Qian, while the General's Mansion can take the surname Fang."

It's normal. Which family would want to have contact with a brother who marries into their wife's family?

The maid is very eloquent.

Mrs. Wen glanced at her and said, "You have such a big mouth!"

The maidservant immediately lowered her head obediently.

"Let's go to General Meng's mansion and give an explanation." Mrs. Wen picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Is Second Uncle here? Let him come along."

"Yes."

The maid agreed.

Qian Fengping got on the carriage and sighed.

This time I went out, I not only didn't find a matchmaker, but also offended someone.

However, after this experience, she realized to some extent that the noble ladies in the capital were somewhat different from the women in the village.

The ladies of high rank like to use soft knives. On the surface, they are polite and considerate, and they speak with a smile, but every word they say is more hurtful than the last.

The women in the village cry, make a fuss, and even threaten to hang themselves. They say whatever they want and make a fuss when they are unhappy.