Dressed as a middle-aged mistress, I want to lie down every day

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the Chinese New Year, but Mrs. Jiang had not returned to normal. In her eyes, her husband was still alive, her son was studying, and her daughter was still young.

So it was only He Wenyan who was guarding her. He Shanluo pretended to be her father and came back occasionally, saying that he was coming back from the academy.

He Shankun came back a few years ago and said that he and his teacher had returned from traveling and would live in the academy in the future.

He Yinhua, who pretended to be Mrs. He, had to move back to the He family from her mother's place. All the concubines and daughters of concubines moved to live in the farm, and the illegitimate sons were not allowed to show up in the He family.

He Wenyan angrily explained her lameness, "It was Wenyan's uncle who broke my leg. The Jiang family and I will no longer have any contact. If you still side with the Jiang family and want to go back to see them, then don't be the He family's daughter-in-law!"

Seeing her husband's attitude, Mrs. Jiang resigned from the government office because of her lame leg. Her life was over.

Even though she sided with her parents' family, she also angered her brothers and dared not mention her parents' family in front of her husband.

She couldn't stay in the yard or house all the time, so she wanted to visit her neighbors next door and go shopping.

He Wenyan thought of this problem in advance and asked his third brother to find a fortune teller to shout around the He family for two days.

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, she sent someone to call the fortune teller in.

The fortune teller followed the instructions of the He family and made calculations in a mysterious and secret manner.

It is said that Mrs. Jiang has had bad luck in recent years. Her horoscope is strong and she is unlucky for her husband, her children and herself. Her husband's leg disease was caused by her quarreling and can only be cured by staying indoors for three years.

Old Mrs. Jiang certainly didn't believe it, but she didn't dare to go out. When she heard the fortune teller shouting outside again, she called him in.

The fortune teller who was called in said the same thing as the previous one, but he also said that she would be unlucky with her in-laws.

Old Mrs. Jiang was terrified. Fortunately, her husband was not around. If he had heard, he would have divorced her.

She didn't believe it, so she waited for a while and then heard the fortune teller called in again.

The fortune teller said that she was a white tiger coming down the mountain, and she would be unlucky wherever she went. No matter who she married into, the family would not prosper, and her family would be destroyed in the end.

He also figured out what happened before she got married, what happened when she got married, and what happened when she gave birth to a son.

She also figured out that her son could pass the imperial examination, but the prerequisite was that she, the White Tiger, could not leave the mountain, that is, she could not go out. Another thing was that there could not be a mirror in the house, as it might reveal her true identity as the White Tiger.

Finally, Mrs. Jiang gave up and stayed at home without going out, and asked all the mirrors in the house to be thrown out.

People outside knew that Mrs. Jiang was not only insane, but also suffering from soul-dissociation disorder. She treated her son as her husband and her grandson as her own son.

This disease is rare, but it does exist, so no one criticized the fact that all the members of the He family, including He Wenyan's concubines, lived outside.

To Mrs. Jiang, who suffered from soul-dissociation syndrome, they were all strangers she didn't know.

There were also curious people who wanted to see it with their own eyes, such as Mrs. Yang, an old lady who often talked to people nearby. She went to visit because they were old neighbors and had known each other for a long time.

Old Mrs. Jiang looked at her strangely and asked doubtfully, "Are you Mrs. Yang's mother?"

Old Mrs. Yang knew that this person really didn't recognize her. She looked just like her mother did decades ago.

She smiled and said, "Mrs. He, do you still remember me? I came to my son-in-law's house to see my daughter, and I wanted to come see you. My daughter wasn't feeling well, so I didn't let her come."

Mrs. Jiang said, "Aunt, it's been a while since we last met. You see, my father Wen Yan is recovering from illness recently, so it's not convenient for me to go out. Please say hello to Sister Yang for me."

Old Mrs. Yang complained in her heart, "We are about the same age, and you call me aunt?"

She said a few polite words and left, going home to tell her daughter-in-law and other neighbors that Old Mrs. Jiang really couldn't recognize people.

This time He Wenyan showed up. He prepared gifts and limped from house to house to deliver them personally. He told everyone about his mother's illness and also tactfully suggested that they don't need to visit his mother at home, so as to avoid his mother being confused and unable to recognize him.

For a moment, people sighed and sympathized with He Wenyan. He was once a fifth-rank official, but now he can only limp. His mother has contracted such a disease, and his family members cannot stay by her side.

He Wenyan has suffered so much, he is such a filial son.

For He Wenyan, it was his fault that his mother became like this. He felt guilty and regretful, and stayed with his mother without complaint.

Being his father's substitute, he felt embarrassed and lived in a side room using the excuse of his bad legs.

Who knew that Mrs. Jiang had to serve her husband so virtuously, saying that she would pour water for her husband and help him to the toilet in the middle of the night.

He Wenyan lost his temper again and only then did he avoid having to sleep in the same bed with his mother.

Mo Chenxi breathed a sigh of relief, but also had a headache. The other concubines had moved to the manor, but little Mo was pregnant. If anything happened, she would have to stay at the manor. It was too far from the capital, so she would have to stay there.

She asked Yu Po to come with her and hoped that Yu Po would take care of little Mo.

Fortunately, because her mother-in-law was ill, she had fewer social events, and she assigned Wang Mama, who was close to her, to deliver gifts to the various mansions during the New Year.

Not only did she feel relieved, but Old Mrs. He also felt relieved. Finally, she didn't have to step in to coax her sister-in-law.

He Shanqiao's mother breathed a sigh of relief and asked her to go and accompany Old Lady Jiang. She was most afraid that she would say something wrong and make Old Lady Jiang upset.

Fortunately, this time it was a quarrel between Mrs. Jiang and her son. If it was because of her, her mother-in-law would not divorce her and she could have let her go back to Xiangzhou to chant scriptures in the temple.

She and Old Mrs. Jiang had no kinship at all. She felt no sympathy for Old Mrs. Jiang who had become like this. She wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate so that they would never have to meet again.

After the Lunar New Year, spring arrived in April, and on April 17th, Mrs. Mo gave birth to a son. She was in her early twenties, and had worked hard since childhood, so she was strong, so the delivery went smoothly.

When she saw her son in Yu Po's arms, she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she jumped up and knelt on the bed to kowtow to the lady.

"Thank you, Madam. Thank you, Madam. If it weren't for you, I don't know if I would be alive today. He will be your son from now on. When he grows up, he will be filial to you."

Without Mo Chenxi's signal, Mother Wang hurriedly helped little Mo up and let her lie down.

Mo Chenxi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was the thinking of the ancients. If a woman whose husband was in modern times gave birth to a child and came to her to call her mother, treated her as his own mother, and the child grew up to be filial to her, she would have to kick both mother and child out.

She wiped the sweat off the young Mo's face. "Your son is yours. When he grows up, he should be filial to you. I have brothers like Shanluo. You must listen to Aunt Yu and take good care of yourself. Only if you are in good health can you raise the child well."

Little Mrs. Mo sniffed and said, "I will listen to you, Madam. I will serve you from now on."

She was allowed to enter the He family to serve the master. Now that she can't go to the He family, she will serve the mistress.

It is the duty of a concubine to serve the mistress of the house.

Mo Chenxi smiled and said, “Okay, you need to get well first before you can serve me, otherwise I’ll have to send someone else to serve you.”

Little Mrs. Mo grinned as if she had been given a great position.

Mo Chenxi, who came through time and space wanting to lie down, has been busy for the past three years, and now her husband has a concubine by his side. What a big deal.