The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

Jiang Mengli looked back and saw a graceful and elegant woman in green clothes coming towards him, surrounded by eunuchs and maids.

Seeing this, Yuzhu immediately whispered a reminder, "Princess, she is Concubine Qin. She raised your Highness after your biological mother passed away. You should call her Mother now."

At this moment, Concubine Qin had already approached.

Jiang Mengli knelt and bowed in a standard manner according to the original owner's memory, "Daughter-in-law Mengli greets mother."

The two maids also followed suit and saluted, "Greetings to the Queen Mother."

Concubine Qin looked around at Jiang Mengli with disdain, then said coldly:

"Don't call me mother, you are just a piece of junk. The Prince of Yu's Mansion is not a place for scavenging. If others don't want something, the Prince of Yu's Mansion will definitely not want it. Get out now!"

When she learned about this, she couldn't believe her ears.

How could an uncle marry his nephew's fiancée? It was unheard of!

Jiang Mengli tried her best to maintain a faint smile in response, "Concubine Qin's eyesight may not be very good. I am intact, not broken or rotten. My husband fought for me among a bunch of suitors. He cherishes me very much."

Alas... the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been difficult since ancient times, and now they are at odds right after the wedding.

If it weren't for the desire to avoid going to the wilderness, he wouldn't be so good-tempered and talk with a smile.

Concubine Qin was so angry that her face turned blue. "You are so sharp-tongued. Yu'er's marriage is decided by the Empress Dowager and the Emperor. He has no say!"

At this time, in the bedroom of Yatingzhai.

Wen Mohan coughed violently, his handkerchief was stained with bright red, and his face was pale and bloodless, appearing sickly white.

Yun Jian looked worried and hurriedly put the teacup on the table. "Master, you shouldn't have used your internal energy and held on for so long."

If he hadn't sped up during the wedding ceremony, he would probably have vomited blood in the wedding hall.

Wen Mohan rinsed his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a clean handkerchief, and said in a hoarse and weak voice: "I'm not dead yet."

Yun Jian took out another brown pill and gave it to him to swallow. "The news of your hasty marriage to Jiang Mengli will spread throughout the capital very quickly. I'm sure the Concubine will be furious when she finds out. After all, she's already chosen the person to bring good luck to the couple."

He used to be a brave and warlike man. In addition to being a prince, he was also the General Dingbei. Unfortunately, after returning from a victorious battle, he was assassinated by his most trusted deputy general and was almost killed by a strange poison.

Although he was saved by timely treatment, unfortunately, even with the continuous medication, his health is getting worse and worse, and now his lower body is unable to move.

In order to recuperate, he has lived in a manor outside the city for a long time in recent years, and every time he returns to Kyoto, it is for the purpose of bringing good luck.

Wen Mohan chuckled, "My royal brother really doesn't mind being so tired. After one bride died, he sent another one. I'm afraid he'll be angry this time."

dong dong dong...

There was a knock on the door, followed by a servant's voice, "Your Majesty, Concubine Qin is here, and she is driving the princess away."

In the front yard, Concubine Qin had already ordered people to surround Jiang Mengli.

She stood outside the circle, chuckled and snorted, "You have no say today. If you don't want to get out, then I'll throw you out."

Everyone in the circle looked aggressive and it was obvious that they were martial arts experts, so they came well prepared.

Jiang Mengli remained calm, twisted her wrist, and said, "My husband and I fell in love at first sight. We are in love with each other. No one can separate us."

Upon hearing this, Concubine Qin found it ridiculous. "Mutual affection? Everyone knows you're just trying to escape exile, your feelings are fake!"

"Go ahead! Throw her out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several big men rushed forward quickly.

Just as he was about to make a move, Wen Mohan's voice came, "Stop! Today is my great day, and it's unlucky for you, mother, to do this."

When everyone saw him, they immediately dispersed and saluted respectfully.

Concubine Qin looked at him with displeasure, "I asked you to return to the capital because I had already arranged a marriage for you. How could you marry your nephew's fiancée without permission?!"

Wen Mohan still wore her veil, her eyes tender as she reached out to Jiang Mengli, "Don't be afraid, Mengli. With your husband here, no one dares to bully you."

Jiang Mengli was in a trance. The gentle and pleasant voice was so alluring that it made her heart feel numb.

Since he acted so affectionately, she naturally had to cooperate.

"Husband~" She pretended to be aggrieved and placed her hand in the man's beautiful palm, "These people are so fierce. I almost thought I would never see you again. Mother even said that we were not in love with each other."

Hiss... The man's hands are ice-cold, which feels really comfortable to touch in this summer, and has a good effect in cooling down.

Wen Mohan's scalp tingled when he heard her delicate voice. He increased the strength of his hands a lot, wishing he could crush her bones.

Jiang Mengli's mouth twitched in pain, and she bit her lip and endured it: You bastard, are you trying to compete in strength?

She wanted to fight back, but her hands were not as big as the man's and were completely wrapped by the man's palms. In the end, she could only endure it.

Wen Mohan smiled elegantly and gently, and said softly: "This prince and you have a deep love, there is no doubt that you are now the mistress of Prince Yu's Mansion, and you don't have to be afraid of anyone."

Then he looked at Concubine Qin and said, "Mother, this time I have found someone with a strong life. I will definitely not die again. You and my brother don't need to worry about me anymore."

Queen Mother Qin frowned, "You..."

Wen Mohan didn't understand what she was saying, so he ordered Yun Jian, "Send this princess back to the palace. We've already had wedding wine several times, so let's skip it this time."

Without waiting for the gloomy Concubine Qin to speak, he asked Jiang Mengli to push him away, and soon the two of them disappeared in the front yard.

Concubine Qin looked in the direction where the figure disappeared and said through gritted teeth, "You're rebelling! You're increasingly disrespecting me as your mother!"

He snorted coldly and left angrily.

The servants followed behind him in a mighty procession, and the noisy front yard soon became quiet.

Wen Mohan was on his way to Ya Ting Yuan when he immediately asked her to stop. “Okay, someone will take you to your residence.”

After saying that, he turned his wheelchair and continued forward.

His expression changed very quickly. He was gentle and affectionate the moment before, but the next moment he was as cold as ice.

Jiang Mengli smiled at the back and said, "Thank you for helping me out."

Wen Mohan paused, "We just used each other, there's nothing to thank me for."

Then the figure gradually moved away and disappeared around the corner.

Led by Yuzhu, Jiang Mengli came to Lanxiang Garden, which was next to Yating Garden. The courtyard was spacious and the garden scenery could be vaguely seen.

She felt sore and tired that she had no time to appreciate it. She went into the bedroom, took off her cumbersome wedding dress and lay down on the bed.

She walked into the room cleverly and said, "Miss, please bandage the wound on your head and take a shower before going to bed."

Jiang Mengli opened his eyes and said lazily, "You should go and rest too. I can do it myself."

"Then I'll wait outside." Lingqiao left the room and stood guard outside. The servants could not sleep until the master slept.

The candlelight in the room flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The shadows of the objects were reflected on the wall, swaying with the flickering candlelight, which looked a bit creepy.

Jiang Mengli felt like she was dreaming. Everything happened too suddenly and she was still a little uncomfortable. She touched the wound on her forehead and the pain made her sober up a lot.

"Is Kongkong here?" She raised her wrist and took a look. A butterfly-shaped fluorescent light flashed on it. "Hahaha... Fortunately, my space is not lost."