Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Min Rouer's ferocious expression relaxed slightly.

She said in a daze:

"But...but my cousin hasn't come to my yard to spend the night on his own initiative for a long time!"

Nianshi secretly sighed:

"Master thinks he is in mourning at home and feels bored, so he doesn't come to the concubine's courtyard."

"But, if this continues..."

What Min Rouer was afraid of was that when the mourning period was over, the love between the two of them would completely cool down.

A few days ago, someone from her cousin's courtyard came to report that her cousin intended to promote Dongmei to be his concubine... This made her feel a strong sense of crisis.

Seeing that Min Rouer was flustered at the moment, Nianshi boldly came up with an idea.

"You mean, I'll take the lead in organizing a funeral banquet?"

Min Rouer was a little moved.

She was educated and naturally knew the rules of the Dai Viet Dynasty.

While it's true that the mourning period for officials is generally three years, in reality, ordinary officials only need to observe it for one year. After one year, they can "break the mourning period." Once they break the mourning period, the rules are no longer strict, and they can basically do whatever they are required to do.

In official circles, as long as everything is arranged and someone applies, indicating that the position requires an official in mourning to take up the position quickly, the official can be reinstated early.

The "Feast for Removing the Mourning Clothes" sends out this signal.

"Yes. I think that if Auntie can take this opportunity to help Master recover, Master will definitely value Auntie even more in the future..."

Min Rouer pondered and said:

"But I'm only a concubine after all... If I were to come forward, I'm afraid many prominent families wouldn't even come to the banquet."

At this moment, she hated her identity as just a "concubine", and she hated Nan Xi who took her identity even more.

That bitch, Nan Xi, has such a good family background, but she didn't even think of helping her cousin at this crucial moment. Doesn't she understand the principle that husband and wife are one, and that they share both prosperity and adversity?

You still have to observe mourning for your aunt. How stupid!

Reciting a poem:

"But the Zhao Mansion is run by the master. What status is not given by the master? As long as the master says you can do it, you can do it."

"As for the invitation, just use the wife's name."

"Let me beg that bitch Nan Xi? She can forget about it, huh!" Min Rouer snorted unhappily.

Nian Shi rolled his eyes in his heart. But he said

"Auntie, of course, doesn't need to ask Madam for help."

"Although the lady has been at the manor for nearly a year, she has not divorced. The master is still the grandson-in-law of General Nan."

"As long as you post the message in my wife's name and then let her attend the banquet when the time comes, she will have to acknowledge the matter."

Min Rouer's eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right. Hosting a funeral for the deceased was something Nan Xi, the head mistress of the household, was supposed to do. If she didn't take the initiative, she already had something on her to prove. How could she possibly sabotage her?

By then, everyone in the world will blame Nan Xi for being an unqualified mistress of the house.

In a good mood, I couldn't help but stretch out my long-nailed finger and tapped the forehead of the poet heavily:

"I didn't expect you to have any brains."

Nian Shi forced a smile and said:

"I am a dull servant, I have only learned a few things from my aunt."

Min Rouer waved her hand impatiently:

"Forget it, stop kneeling and being lazy. Go sweep the yard and do what needs to be done!"

Yes, now even personal maids like Nianshi and Ruhua have to do rough work like sweeping and washing clothes. The two of them are living a miserable life.

Fortunately, there was Nan Xi's private subsidy.

Otherwise, reciting poetry to Min Rouer, a moody and stingy master, would be like "Zhu Bajie throwing his rake and refusing to serve the monkey."

Min Rouer made up her mind and immediately ran to discuss it with Zhao Wenxuan.

The two hit it off immediately, and Zhao Wenxuan gave the matter full authority to Min Rouer.

The scumbag Zhao Wenxuan was quite moved and hugged Min Rouer, saying some tender and sweet words:

"In this mansion, you are the only one who understands my feelings, Rou'er. No one else can compare to you."

Min Rouer shyly snuggled into Zhao Wenxuan's arms, her heart sweeter than honey.

But this brief warmth only lasted for a moment, and Zhao Wenxuan suddenly smelled a strange smell in his nose.

It's like the scent of powder is mixed with something bad—

He couldn't help but frown, and his head unconsciously moved away from Min Rouer:

"Rou'er, what kind of fragrance have you changed to recently? Why does it smell a bit..."