The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

"Hurry up, the two young masters are fighting." A cry of surprise

Duan Chengkang was a cunning guy. He didn't resist when he saw people coming. Zhao Chuanqi thought he was scared and hit him harder.

If Duan Chengkang hit the fleshy parts that couldn't be seen, then Zhao Chuanqi's grandson hit Duan Chengkang's face with all his might.

Duan Chengkang curled himself up into a ball and let Zhao Chuanqi beat him. However, he was soon pulled away by the palace servants who rushed over. Zhao Chuanqi was furious and kept cursing.

Those extremely vicious words did not seem to come from the mouth of a ten-year-old child, and they made the palace maids present feel terrified.

Soon the incident reached the emperor. When Duan Chengkang and Zhao Chuanqi were kneeling in the hall, Concubine Ning hurried over.

Chu Qinling was nestling in the arms of the Emperor of Chu. When he saw his mother coming, tears suddenly burst out.

"Mother, I almost didn't see you."

When she arrived, Concubine Ning listened to the palace maids around her about the situation and looked terrified.

Seeing Ling'er standing before her in perfect health, Concubine Ning collapsed. Zhilan, standing by, quickly supported her master, while Chu Qinling ran to Concubine Ning's arms and hugged his mother tightly.

The mother and son cuddled together. Concubine Ning held Xiaoliu in her arms with some fear, tears streaming down her face. She kept murmuring, "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay, Ling'er, my Ling'er."

The Emperor of Chu felt sad when he saw this. Ever since Ling'er's health improved, he hadn't seen the imperial concubine look like this for a long time. The last time was at the New Year's Eve banquet.

Thinking of the culprit, the Emperor of Chu was furious. It was that kid from the Zhao family again. The Right Prime Minister was very good.

The King of Chu was furious. He grabbed the dragon and tiger paperweight in his hand and smashed it down, hitting Zhao Chuanqi right in the chest.

Zhao Chuanqi groaned, his body trembling slightly, but his eyes were full of disdain. "Old emperor, I wonder how long you can live."

Concubine Ning pulled Chu Qinling to Duan Chengkang's side, turned around and knelt with Chu Qinling, without saying a word. But the Emperor of Chu knew that this was just a little problem of the Concubine, and used silent resistance.

Le Rou was always like this, never defending herself even when she was wronged. She wasn't even dead yet, and she didn't even care about her grandson, her woman and child.

If it were me... would they still have a chance to survive?

"Le Rou, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

Concubine Ning looked at Emperor Chu with her eyes full of emotion, and so did Chu Qinling.

The Emperor of Chu looked at the two of them, then glanced at Duan Chengkang who was secretly glancing at him, feeling a little amused.

"Kang boy, you should get up too."

Only then did the three of them stand up, and Concubine Ning saw the injuries on Duan Chengkang's face. There were fine marks from being stabbed, some dark circles under his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were broken.

"Good boy, how did you get hurt like this? Come and let me see."

Concubine Ning felt a little distressed. The child in front of her was only a few months older than her own daughter. After spending such a long time together, she sincerely loved this healthy child.

"My lady, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."

Duan Chengkang looked at the gentle Imperial Concubine before him and smiled comfortingly, but his mouth twitched slightly. He felt a little regretful. He should have stopped pretending. After all, it was the boy's fault. He should have pinned him down and beaten him hard.

Just now, when Sister Zhiyu winked at him, he remembered the truth that his fourth uncle had whispered to him last time: pretend to be pitiful in front of people, and beat them hard behind their backs.

While he was kneeling just now, Duan Chengkang was worried. Will this be useful?

But now, seeing the Fairy Queen looking at him with heartache, Duan Chengkang believed his fourth uncle's words completely. His fourth uncle was indeed well-educated, and what he said was indeed right.

Suddenly, Concubine Ning seemed to have changed into a different person. She held Chu Qinling with one hand and hugged Duan Chengkang with the other, crying to the Emperor of Chu, "Your Majesty, that kid from the Zhao family was disrespectful to the prince and must be severely punished."

Zhao Chuanqi was a little dissatisfied and retorted, "I just accidentally fell on Duan Chengkang, but he went crazy and kept hitting me. I am innocent."

Concubine Ning rebuked her harshly, pointing at the bruises on Duan Chengkang's face and mockingly saying:

"He's only eight years old, and you're two years older. How could he, so young, have the strength to hold you down? Look at you, there's not a single mark on your body. And then look at him, his face is covered in bruises, his mouth is covered in blood. And you dare to quibble in front of His Majesty? At such a young age, you haven't learned anything else, but you've learned to lie."

"Alright! Imperial Concubine, stop talking too much. It's just a fight between children, it's more than that. Take the two children back with you. They shouldn't come out for the next few days. Stay in the palace and reflect on your actions. As for the Zhao family kid, get out of here too. You're bullying the weak and you don't have the grace of your grandfather."

"Your Majesty~"

"go back!"

There was some impatience in the tone of the Emperor of Chu, as if he was a little annoyed. He waved his hand and had the concubine taken away.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanqi smiled somewhat complacently. What if the imperial concubine was so powerful? She still couldn't do anything to him. He bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

However, what he didn't notice was that when Concubine Ning left the house, she turned around and looked at the Emperor of Chu.

After returning, Concubine Ning sent Chu Qinling and Duan Chengkang over overnight, and Song Shengfu found out later.

Zhiyu finally knelt down to thank him again:

"This servant would like to thank the old lady on behalf of the master for raising a good grandson. If it weren't for the fight between Brother Kang and that kid from the Zhao family, I wouldn't have noticed something was wrong."

"I informed the Imperial Concubine later. She was afraid that the Right Viceroy might collude with the First Prince to commit treasonous acts, so she sent the Sixth Prince to you. I ask you, Madam, to protect the Sixth Prince during this period."

Song Shengfu helped Zhiyu up and said, "What are you talking about? The Sixth Prince is the son of a true dragon. It is an honor for our family to have him come to our house. I will definitely take good care of him."

With Song Shengfu's promise, Zhiyu finally felt relieved. Things were different now, and the situation with her master was uncertain, making Zhiyu feel uneasy.

Song Shengfu patted Duan Chengkang on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, well done. Does the wound on your face still hurt?"

Duan Chengkang came forward with a smile, hugged Song Shengfu's waist, and rubbed his whole body against her.

"It really doesn't hurt. I beat Zhao Chuanqi pretty hard, so he's the one who should be hurt."

As soon as these words were spoken, several people laughed.

After the two children left the house, Song Shengfu took Zhiyu and Zangfeng aside and whispered:

"There's one more thing. You know our Duan family doesn't have much power right now. I know the Sixth Prince is in our family, but I can't tell anyone. But can you please send a message to my in-laws? Just tell them to hide, and don't say anything else."

Zhiyu thought about it and was a little confused: "Old Madam, which in-laws are you referring to?"

Duan Boye's in-laws were in charge of the imperial guards and were currently stationed at the imperial palace. The second eldest daughter's family was married into the Left Prime Minister's household and was also currently stationed at the imperial palace. Who else could they pass on the message to?

"He's my fourth son's future in-laws, Lord Ding, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice. I wanted him to be there so I could have someone to rely on if anything happened."

Zhiyu and Zangfeng exchanged a glance, and Zangfeng made the final decision: "In that case, the old lady can pass on the message, but it must be reviewed by me before it can be sent out."

Song Shengfu finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said hello. She then continued, "No need to write anything. Just have the servant pass on the message. Let my little girl Sudong go. She's smart enough to say: 'The weather is getting colder. Let them have a good rest and don't catch a cold.'"

Zang Feng nodded. The old lady did not secretly pass on the message behind their backs. Instead, she discussed it with them. The master did not make a mistake in choosing the right person.

Neither of them objected to Song Shengfu's request. After all, this was the way of the world, and it was permissible to pass on harmless news to in-laws.

Moreover, this matter cannot be kept secret for long. As long as the eldest prince takes action, it will probably spread immediately. What's the use of giving this favor to the Duan family?

After getting permission, Song Shengfu asked Su Dong to take some fruits and vegetables to the Ding family. After Su Dong left, Bai Shi was still muttering, "The weather is getting colder. Let's have a good rest and don't catch a cold."

Su Dong whispered these puzzling words in her ear after greeting her, and said that it was a special instruction from the old lady in their family.

This sentence is so strange. The weather is getting cold, so have a good rest and don’t catch a cold.

At this time, Ding Meishu brought her younger brother and sister in, lifted the curtain, and seeing her mother stroking her head, she asked with concern, "The weather changed last night. Did you catch a cold?"