The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Zhilan looked at the Empress. She grew up with the Empress. To put it in a more vulgar way, the old lady said that she was truly a rare good person.

To be honest, the time Zhilan spent at the Duan family was the happiest time of her life.

There was no intrigue in the palace. Every day after the Sixth Prince finished his classes, he would go to Old Lady Duan to drink tea and chat about family matters.

When talking with Old Madam Duan, she always seems to be able to respond to your words, as if it is an equal communication from the soul.

Zhilan couldn't describe this feeling. She didn't know that Song Shengfu came from a modern and civilized society. She only knew that Song Shengfu was different from the usual marquises' wives.

She thought so, and Concubine Ning naturally felt it as well.

"Don't worry, Madam Duan is blessed by heaven and will be safe and sound."

Concubine Ning stroked the sachet around her waist, which was the mosquito repellent sachet that Madam Duan had sent into the palace earlier.

There are many mosquitoes in summer. It is said that this recipe was made by Old Lady Duan based on ancient recipes, and it has a very good mosquito repellent effect.

She and Ling'er each got one, and copied the recipe as well.

She loved it very much at that time because the two sachets were very similar and it was obvious that they were made with great care.

"Everyone has their own destiny. You should send the old ginseng from my private storehouse along with some precious medicinal herbs."

Zhilan responded and withdrew. Seeing that Concubine Ning was in a bad mood, Zhiyu said no more.

On the other side, the Emperor of Chu, who was reviewing memorials, heard that Duan Bo wanted to see him, but he couldn't remember who he was for a long time.

Lord Duan, Duan Jingzong?

"Is it him? Please come in."

The Emperor of Chu was a little puzzled. The Duan family only had the old lady of Marquis Duan and the fourth Duan. Oh, and there was also a brat he was more familiar with.

Mr. Duan lives a secluded life and always says that he is in poor health.

When people came in, Emperor Chu looked at the man below who was coughing and gasping for breath, and felt that what was said outside was still too soft.

"No need to bow, please give Mr. Duan a seat."

In order to make the role more realistic, Duan Jingzong played himself. Lu listened to the coughing and wheezing, and her heart was in her throat, fearing that the person next to her would fall down if she was not careful.

Her fear at this time was not fake. Facing the emperor's holy face, Lu trembled and shed tears.

The King of Chu looked at the weak and sick man in front of him, and his eyes twitched slightly. The old in this family are old, the young are young, and the sick are sick.

"What's the matter?"

Duan Jingzong looked sad and knelt on the ground.

"My mother..."

After a while, the palace maids were dismissed from the Qinzheng Hall. When the sun set in the west, Duan Jingzong came out of the palace with two imperial doctors.

Now everyone in the capital knew that the old marquis of the Duan family was in poor condition. It was said that Mrs. Duan brought the sick marquis to the palace and cried bitterly. She cried until her voice was hoarse and begged the emperor to reward two imperial physicians.

Song Shengfu, who was rumored to be on the verge of death, was sitting in the ancestral hall, panting as she lit a bunch of incense that was burning brightly.

At first glance, his face was pale and blue, as if he was about to die.

The servants said that the old lady was still thinking about lighting incense for her ancestors in her last moments of life.

At this time, Sister Wei was kneeling beside Song Shengfu, muttering to herself.

Song Shengfu remembered that she had a dream last night about an ugly ghost who asked her for money.

Song Shengfu was so harassed that she punched the ugly ghost twice in her dream.

Today I got up and burned a lot of incense, candles and paper money for those dead ghosts in the underground.

"Here, here, these are all for you. Stop sending me dreams. If you don't see good things, come and quarrel with me when something goes wrong."

After burning the paper money, Song Shengfu fainted.

When the servants in the mansion saw this, they said that the old marquis in the underworld missed the old marquis' wife, so he wanted to take her away.

Song Shengfu felt speechless. These people were really imaginative.

There was still some vague worry in my heart, as Shen Xianli's return to Beijing to report on his work was not a plan I had expected.

She was a little confused at the time. Sure enough, when Duan Jingzong met with the Emperor of Chu yesterday, he not only told him about Shen Xianli, but also brought a letter.

This letter was the last one Li Wei gave to Duan Jingzong, and it was also Shen Xianli's most important mission during this trip to Beijing.

The Duan family had no idea what was written above, as everything happened too suddenly.

Duan Jingzong fell ill as soon as he came back last night. He was not pretending, but was really sick.

He was not in good health to begin with, but he will be in better shape in the next two years.

Fortunately, I have been in good health in the past two years. The imperial physician said that I was just overly emotional and prescribed two prescriptions for me to take.

The storm is coming, and the waves are rising again.

There has been a new topic of conversation in the capital recently, with Duan Bofu once again becoming the number one figure in the capital.

The Duan family's old wife was terminally ill, and Uncle Duan was also shocked and fell ill. The fourth master of the Duan family, Duan Zhushi, also took leave. There was no other way, as he was the only one who could run the Duan family now.

Not only did the imperial physician in the palace run away several times, but Concubine Ning also gave her a lot of gifts, and many people who came to visit were turned away.

Many people lamented the dwindling number of the Duan family, and wondered when the wife of Marquis Duan would pass away, and how long Lord Duan could last.

"Mom, those people are really going too far!"

Mrs. Bai looked at Ding Meishu, who had just returned home breathless, and asked, "Sister Shu, what happened? Didn't you go to the Yang family's summer banquet? Who offended you?"

Ding Meishu changed into casual clothes and sat down to complain to her mother.

"Mother, you don't even know what those people outside are saying about Duan Bo's Mansion."

Hearing about Duan Bofu, Bai stopped mixing perfume.

"What happened to the Duan family?"

She knew that the old lady of the Duan family was not a good person. Duan Jing'an had written a letter to her before to explain the situation.

Ding Meishu was a little indignant. Now that the Ding and Duan families were getting married, those people didn't care about her face at all.

Only then did Bai realize that the outside world had spread such bad things about the Duan family, saying things like "servile to the master", "villains succeeding", "harms will be punished", and "stealing things will eventually backfire".

Those who didn't know the truth thought that the Duan family had done something evil and was getting retribution.

"Do you know who spread these words?"

Bai was furious, but she suppressed her anger and asked.

Ding Meishu blurted out "Ning family"

"Noble Concubine Ning's mother's family?"

Ding Meishu confirmed with disgust, "It's that family."

In the past, when her sisters gathered together for fun, she was gentle and had never done anything dirty with anyone.

Ever since she married into the Duan family, the girls from the Ning family always made sarcastic remarks to her at every banquet.

Like a stray dog, she couldn't be shaken off. As long as she was around, the Ning sisters would come after smelling her scent.

It's really annoying. Today is the same. The three sisters of the Ning family are singing the same tune.

Not only her, many other sisters couldn't stand it and fought back.

After all, most ladies from noble families wouldn't dare to curse an old man to death. Even if they hated him deeply, they wouldn't shout at him in public like the Ning family did.

"The Ning family is really something. They are not capable enough to be disliked by the imperial concubine, but instead they go after the Duan family."

Bai shook her head. No wonder Concubine Ning regarded her mother's family as nothing and would rather be close to the Duan family than have anything to do with the Ning family.

Ding Meishu was so angry when she thought of Miss Ning's face, and felt that she had not performed well today.

"Next time we meet, if she says that again, I'm going to rip her mouth off."