The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

Although Mei'an lived in poverty, she was not bound by any constraints. Cheng'en Hou sent people to invite her back home several times, but Guan Shi repeatedly refused. After a long time, he no longer cared about her, but only sent her some silver money on time to keep her at her service.

Guan took a look at the brocade box on the table and said with displeasure, "Why are there less and less every day?"

The maid standing below smiled and replied, "Madam said that Plum Temple is a place for Buddhist monks to practice meditation, and the government has been struggling recently, so this month's supply is a little less. But it's only this one thing that's missing. The rice, grain, firewood, and charcoal are all sufficient."

Guan looked up at her with a hint of contempt on her lips, "Oh, so the mansion has come to this point. It was not like this when my sister was here. It is really getting worse day by day." After that, she stretched out her hand and pushed the box to the ground, "Thank you for your help. I have enough silver here." After that, she didn't care about the old woman's expression, and slowly stood up and walked out.

She heard that Xiefang Pavilion had recently introduced some new features, so she wanted to go and have a look. Of course, she also wrote a letter and sent it to her brother by the servant. She wanted to let her brother know that this was the good wife of their family, and she was not willing to deduct the food, clothing and other expenses of the widowed aunt.

After coming out of Xiefang Pavilion, she glanced at the sky and asked the coachman to go straight to Cheng'en Marquis Mansion.

"Wow." Tears flowed before she could say anything. Guan shed two tears as she got out of the car. She wiped away her tears with a handkerchief under the gaze of everyone, looking very sad.

"I know my sister-in-law must be tired of me. I know it's not appropriate for me to return to my parents' home as a widow, so I've taken up residence at Plum Temple outside the city. For my mother's sake, I hope my sister-in-law will have pity on me."

Mrs. Hou, the wife of Marquis Cheng'en, had just had a big fight with her husband over her sister-in-law, and now she was treated like this in person by her widowed sister-in-law. She was almost mad to death.

She was not even fifty, but her hair was already mostly white, all due to the exhaustion of running the affairs of the mansion. She looked at her husband and said, "You, you don't believe me?"

Cheng En Hou Guan Silin looked at his old wife and sighed, "I know it's not easy for you to manage the affairs of the mansion, but you can't use these to fool Siwei. Mei An is already poor, and how can a widow survive without her family to support her? Do you want her to become a needlework woman to earn money?"

Mrs. Hou glared at her husband and said, "Why not? For the sake of your title of Marquis of Cheng'en and your reputation, I have lived frugally and lived frugally. I have been cursed so much that I am almost going out to work as a seamstress."

Marquis Cheng En looked guilty and said, "That's why I asked you to give my share to Si Wei, so that you don't have to pay more money."

Hou sneered, "Your allowance has been reduced by one level since last month. This is what I sent according to your allowance. I never thought that I would be scolded in front of you. Ask around in the capital and find out which married lady would do such a thing."

Guan looked at her sister-in-law with tears in her eyes, describing her sorrowfully, "I know my sister-in-law despises me, but what can I do as a woman who has been widowed for many years? I am left alone in this world, and since my own family despises me, I might as well die."

After saying this, he was about to commit suicide by hitting his head against a pillar.

Yin Qiao hugged her legs and cried with tears on her face. "Madam, please don't do that. Madam, you are so young. A few days ago, the old lady of Ping'an Marquis praised you so much. How did it come to this?"

The master and servant hugged each other and cried.

Marquis Cheng En was so frightened that he knelt down beside his sister and whispered to her comfortingly, "Siwei, don't worry, as long as there is a bite to eat for your brother, there will be a bite to eat for you."

A trace of disgust flashed in Guan's eyes. Useless thing.

Hou looked at them coldly and cursed in her heart, "If you want to die, please do it sooner rather than dirty our family's land." However, what Yinqiao said was quite interesting. The best way to get rid of this troublemaker sister-in-law was to marry her off again.

Thinking of this, Hou coughed lightly and softened her attitude. "Alas, sister-in-law, I know it's not easy for you, but our Fu is no longer what it used to be. We are all old, and my sister-in-law is only in her early thirties. What will happen to her if we leave?"

"Of course she will be kept in the mansion for support." Marquis Cheng'en looked at Hou with some confusion in his eyes.

Bah, it’s bad enough that I have to suffer from her, but she even wants to bring harm to my son. Don’t even think about it.

"As someone who has been through this, Siwei, listen to your sister-in-law's advice. Relying on mountains will make you run away, and relying on trees will make them fall. You still have to rely on yourself. Marrying a good husband is better than anything else." Everyone was happy, and Hou looked at her sister-in-law.

"How can this be done?" Marquis Cheng'en, who had lived for almost half his life, had never encountered such a thing. He looked at his sister hesitantly.

Guan leaned against the maid, her face sad. "If I marry and everyone is happy, Siwei will be willing to marry again. I just hope that my brother, sister-in-law and the family will be well." Having said this, she sat up straight and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Brother, I am willing to marry again. Brother, please don't quarrel with sister-in-law because of me anymore."

"Sister." Seeing her so sensible and understanding, Marquis Cheng'en was deeply moved. "Don't worry, your sister-in-law and I will carefully choose a husband for you so that you can have someone to rely on for the rest of your life."

After having the servant take the aunt to wash up, Hou called Yinqiao over and pointed to the small stool below and said with a smile, "Come sit here. I have something to ask you."

Yinqiao carefully sat down next to her. "Thank you, Madam."

"What has my sister-in-law been busy with recently?"

"Madam usually meditates and chants sutras, and only occasionally comes to the city to get medicine."

"Is there nothing else besides these? I just heard you talking about the old lady of Ping'an Marquis's family." Mrs. Hou was still smiling.

Yinqiao lowered her head and said, "Madam has instructed me not to say anything nonsense."

"Oh, what are you afraid of? Use this little money to buy some flowers to wear. You are such a poor maidservant of the lady, how come you don't even have a flower?" Hou stuffed a small purse into her hand.

"Thank you, Madam. One time, on the way back to the nunnery, her carriage broke down and she happened to run into Lu Tongzheng. Lord Lu offered his carriage to Madam, and Madam exchanged a few pleasantries with him. Lord Lu also said that the old lady loved Madam very much and asked her to visit their house when she was free." Yinqiao looked up at Madam and said anxiously, "Madam, every time Madam went to the Marquis of Ping'an's mansion, she was just passing by and only went a few times."

Hou gave a meaningful smile and said, "My dear child, don't worry, I will never tell anyone else about this."

In the evening, Hou told her husband the news she had found out and what Yinqiao had said.

Marquis Cheng'en disagreed. "It's a bit too high for my sister to marry Lu Tongzheng. Lord Lu's wife just disappeared. If she comes back one day, wouldn't my sister be very embarrassed? It's not appropriate."

"She has been missing for almost two months. If she wanted to come back, she would have come back a long time ago." Hou immediately retorted, "And a mistress who has been missing for two months, do you think the old lady of Ping'an Hou's family will recognize her?" The more such a family is, the more they care about their face. Hou is 50% sure about this matter.