Marrying a Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the

"Really?" Jing Shu'er almost cried with joy.

Prince Jing patted her head and said, "When has Dad ever lied to you? Go wipe your face quickly. You've cried like a kitten. It really doesn't look good!"

Jing Shu'er quickly got up to clean up, she listened to her father's words.

At this time, a man in black walked in quickly and said, "My Lord, I have already found out everything. The Emperor granted the eldest lady a marriage based on the suggestion of the Marquis's wife, Lin Yiwan!"

Prince Jing's expression suddenly turned grim and ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "The Zhan Yi Marquis's family is truly capable. No wonder my father values ​​them so much, even considering marrying Shu'er to his son!"

The man in black asked worriedly, "What should we do now? If the Luyang Palace disobeys the order, it will give people a reason to criticize and will also cause the emperor to be furious!"

Prince Jing narrowed his eyes and pondered, "Marquis Wu Ding has lived long enough. Let him die suddenly on the eve of his wedding!"

After a moment, he reminded again: "Do it cleanly, don't leave any handle behind!"

"Yes!" The man in black hurriedly took the order and left.

Jing Shu'er came back after packing up. She asked in confusion, "Dad, who were you talking to just now?"

Prince Jing smiled gently: "Shu'er, let's wait for good news together!"

Jing Shu'er asked in confusion: "Where did the good news come from?"

Prince Jing sneered, "Marquis Wuding will soon die suddenly!"

Jing Shu'er was stunned at first, then she smiled brightly.

At this time, at the Marquis of Wuding's mansion, he looked at Lin Yiwan with some dissatisfaction: "Why do you want to drag me into this mess? I'm already buried up to my neck in the earth, and the emperor has granted me a marriage with a beautiful young lady. How can I enjoy this?"

Lin Yiwan said softly, "Marquis Wu Ding, you wrote to the Emperor earlier, asking for a child to be your heir and to spend the next hundred years smashing pots and beating banners for you, right?"

Wu Dinghou blinked his eyes and said, "Yes, how did you know this?"

Lin Yiwan asked calmly: "What do you think of our Zhan Mu?"

Marquis Wu Ding almost knocked over the tea bowl in his hand. He was very panicked at the moment.

He thought he had misheard, and subconsciously asked again: "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly!"

Lin Yiwan repeated, "Zhan Mu can be your adopted son!"

Wu Dinghou blurted out without hesitation: "What virtue and ability do I have?"

Lin Yiwan sighed helplessly, "I feel really bad for dragging you into this mess. Besides, Zhan Mu has always admired you and believes you are extremely knowledgeable, a rare and reclusive scholar in the Great Sheng Dynasty!"

Even though Marquis Wu Ding was very composed, he couldn't help but feel elated when he heard such praise.

More importantly, he also admired the kid Zhan Mu. Although he was young, his talent was amazing. In time, he would surely become famous in Shengjing City.

He frowned and pondered: "Madam Hou, you must keep your word!"

Lin Yiwan nodded heavily. "I've thought this over carefully and discussed it with Zhan Yan. He agrees with this decision. After all, we have many sons!"

Marquis Wu Ding felt that she was showing off, but he did not dare to show it.

He really wanted Zhan Mu to be his adopted son, so that he could give an account to his ancestors after he was buried.

He immediately asked; "Well, what are you going to ask me to do?"

Lin Yiwan whispered a few words into his ear, and his expression immediately became solemn and ugly.

He nodded: "Don't worry, I will take care of this matter!"

Lin Yiwan stood up and said goodbye, just like when she came, without disturbing the servants at the door of Wudinghou Mansion.

About half an hour later, an old servant walked into the room quickly, carrying a food box and said, "My Lord, it's time for dinner!"

Marquis Wu Ding saw him put out the food in the lunch box, which looked much more sumptuous than usual.

Especially the aroma of braised beef in soy sauce, which went straight into his nose.

His eyes darkened and a complex expression flashed across his face.

He picked up the somewhat worn tea bowl and asked, "Zhongyi, how many years have you been in the Marquis of Wuding's mansion?"

The old servant suddenly stopped moving, and his fingers began to tremble violently subconsciously.

After a moment's silence, he eagerly replied, "My Lord, I have been by your side for forty years. I am loyal to you and have never made a mistake!"

Wu Dinghou laughed: "Look how nervous you are! I'm just feeling a little emotional. Why are you so scared? It's like you've done something wrong!"

The old servant was even more panicked now. When he was serving him the dishes, his hands trembled and all the food fell on the table.

Marquis Wu Ding couldn't help but frown: "Don't waste it. Our family is poor and we dare not waste food."

The old servant was stunned: "Then!"

Wu Dinghou glared at him, "What are you talking about? Have you eaten it?"

The old servant froze all over and his face turned pale in an instant.

Marquis Wu Ding urged impatiently: "What are you still standing there for? Eat quickly, are you really going to let me eat?"

The old servant's legs were shaking like sieves, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Perhaps because he hesitated for too long, Marquis Wuding's expression gradually became ugly.

He frowned and asked, "You refuse to eat? Are you disgusted by the food that has fallen on the table? Zhongyi, when we were hungry before, we could even eat cold steamed buns!"

Zhongyi's eyes flashed with intense struggle. After a moment, he knelt on the ground in fear and said, "My Lord, please forgive me. I have a sore throat these past few days and cannot eat any solid food. I can only drink some porridge!"

Marquis Wu Ding suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"

Zhongyi nodded hurriedly: "I dare not deceive you, my Lord. Why don't I put these dishes away first and eat them after my throat recovers!"

Wu Dinghou frowned and tried to stop him: "No need to take it. Your grandson is still growing. I can't finish all the food. Just take him over to eat!"

After saying this, without waiting for the old servant to react, he ordered someone to take his little grandson away.

Soon, a young boy in plain clothes was brought over. He called out in a crisp voice, "Grandpa!"

Zhongyi didn't bother to respond and said anxiously, "My Lord, my little grandson is naughty. How can he eat at the same table with you?"

Marquis Wu Ding rebuked him in a deep voice: "Zhongyi, what are you talking about? I have no children, so I have a special preference for your little grandson. What's wrong with letting him eat with me?"

The old servant couldn't explain it, but the young boy might not have seen meat for a long time, and he was already drooling at the sight of the sumptuous meal.

He clapped his hands happily: "Grandpa, I want to eat meat, give me some meat quickly!"

Wu Dinghou narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Okay, grandpa will pick it up for you right away!"

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of beef and put it into the boy's mouth.

The old servant immediately turned pale with fear. He rushed over and shouted angrily: "Don't eat it!"

The young boy opened his mouth in shock, and tears immediately fell.

He cried and shouted: "Grandpa is bad!"

Marquis Wu Ding slammed his chopsticks on the table and said, "Zhongyi, tell me, what on earth was in these dishes that made you so frightened?"

Zhongyi shook his head vigorously: "No, Lord, you misunderstood!"