My mother-in-law actually married the prince

"Han Fei, how can I, your mother, ask for your help? Your aunt has pawned her clothes and jewelry for you all these years."

"Mom, I beg you, Furong and I really have no feelings for each other. We won't be happy together."

"Han Fei, don't tell me this. After two people get married, they will naturally develop feelings for each other if they spend more time together."

"Da Lingzi has waited for me for so many years. I can't let her down."

"How can you say that? Are you going to let Furong down? Hasn't Furong waited for you for so many years?"

Lin Zhixin was eavesdropping outside, thinking to herself, "Hey, that's right. This guy really has two standards."

"You won't tell anyone about it anyway. If you want to tell someone, go ahead and do it yourself. It's your own business after all."

"Mom, I beg you." Lin Hanfei kowtowed on the ground, making a loud "bang bang" sound.

"How can I, a scholar, even open my mouth to say that?"

"You can't open your mouth, but I can? People should have a conscience.

Your aunt has sacrificed so much for our family. (Zheng Hui was actually thinking that Dalingzi's family looked down on her and often mocked her. She didn't want her son to be a disadvantage for them.)

"Mom, if you don't agree, I will kneel here until dawn. If you don't agree, I will kowtow here until I die."

Zheng Hui had no choice, as she loved her eldest son the most.

But the eldest son happened to like the girl next door, Da Lingzi. She felt very distressed when she saw her son's red forehead from bumping.

"Alright, alright, stop it. I promised you that's not enough. I'll talk to your aunt tomorrow. Let me think about it tonight."

Lin Zhixin outside the door thought: I don’t care what you say.

Lin Zhixin pretended that she hadn't heard anything and was about to go into the kitchen to get some water.

In the evening, after Lin Zhixin finished washing up, she went to bed in a happy mood.

Early in the morning, Lin Zhixin came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She looked at the kitchen, holding her forehead helplessly, and thought it was nothing.

She had no choice but to cook some porridge. She first added the right amount of water to the pot and then lit the fire.

When the water was slightly hot, she grabbed a handful of rice and put it into the pot. The rice grains rolled in the water and gradually became plump.

Lin Zhixin stirred gently to prevent the rice from sticking to the bottom of the pot. Then she added a little salt and a drizzle of oil.

As the water temperature rises, steam begins to rise from the pot and the aroma of rice gradually emanates.

Lin Zhixin stood by the pot, stirring it from time to time, watching the rice grains roll and cook in the pot, looking forward to a new day.

After Lin Zhixin turned off the heat, she called everyone to eat. After dinner, she was going to give Lin Dafu acupuncture.

Lin Zhixin prepared the silver needles and came to Lin Dafu. She gently rolled up Lin Dafu's trouser leg, revealing the leg that needed treatment.

Lin Zhixin first carefully observed the condition of her legs, then gently pressed the acupuncture points on her legs with her fingers to determine the location for acupuncture.

She picked up a sterilized silver needle and inserted it precisely into the acupuncture point. As the needle entered her leg, Lin Zhixin turned it slightly, carefully adjusting the depth.

She concentrated on feeling the subtle changes in Lin Dafu's legs and judging the effect of acupuncture.

Then, she gave acupuncture to other key acupuncture points in turn, and each needle was filled with her hope for Lin Dafu's recovery.

After the acupuncture treatment, Lin Zhixin felt completely exhausted. She leaned back, her forehead covered in beads of sweat, and her face looked slightly pale.

The long period of concentrated acupuncture had consumed a lot of her energy, and at this moment she seemed to have lost all her strength.

She closed her eyes slightly, trying to ease the waves of fatigue that were coming over her.

My arms were so weak that I could hardly lift them, and my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Lin Zhixin took a deep breath and tried to recover some strength as soon as possible, because she knew that there were still many things waiting for her to do.