Traveling through time as a peasant girl, buying a husband and raising a child

"You country woman are so rude! We are here to look for Brother Huaizhi, why don't you invite us in quickly?

Be careful or I will report you to Brother Huaizhi for being a mere village woman and daring to offend Aunt Gui, who is by his mother's side. In the end, Brother Huaizhi will kick you out!"

Xu Qingqing, the eldest daughter of the Xu family, who was dressed brightly and attractively, was standing next to the carriage. She looked at Mu Jiaojiao, who was lazy and didn't take them seriously, and anger flashed in her eyes.

She had gone from being a high-ranking young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion to a young lady of the Xu family in the small Maple Leaf City. She hated the look from this village woman the most.

What right did she, a good-for-nothing village woman like Brother Huaizhi's maid, have to look down on herself?

Mu Jiaojiao: “…”

This seemed to be the first time she had seen the real Lady Dayu. She now suspected that this woman had not developed well and had no brain when she was in the placenta?

Is this what noble ladies in ancient times looked like?

Or is this just a representative feature of Dayu?

"This is the eldest lady of the Xu family in Maple Leaf City. This is my home, Mu Jiaojiao, not the home of your so-called brother Huaizhi. I don't think he is the master here."

Mu Jiaojiao didn't react for a moment. Who exactly was this Miss Xu's brother Huaizhi? She just felt that these people were inexplicable.

"Mother, what happened?"

Mu Jiaojiao had just finished speaking when Jiang Mingzhao walked out from the inner courtyard. After hearing his mother's indifferent and casual words, and seeing Xue Da grinning at the outside world beside his mother, he asked.

"Your Highness Zhao!"

Mu Jiaojiao turned to look at her child, but before she could answer, she heard a cry of surprise from a middle-aged woman who called herself Aunt Gui.

"Aunt Gui?"

Hearing the voice, Jiang Mingzhao looked at Aunt Gui who was standing outside. The old lady had a kind smile on her face. Then, she thought of something, her eyes turned red, and the corners of her eyes suddenly became moist.

"Your Highness Zhao, I finally see you! God has eyes!"

As Aunt Gui spoke, she ran over and hugged Jiang Mingzhao tightly, tears rolling down her face, which, although well-maintained, still had some fine lines.

Then the old man and the young boy hugged each other, and tears were also on Jiang Mingzhao's serious little face.

Seeing this, the three people behind also silently wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with handkerchiefs. It was unknown whether they were moved or not.

As for Mu Jiaojiao, she was now certain that these people seemed to be really here to look for her man!

Tu

Huaizhi's brother?

It's enough to give me goosebumps!

"Zhao'er, please invite the guests into the house!"

Seeing that her child and the so-called Aunt Gui were about to cry so hard that they couldn't take care of themselves, Mu Jiaojiao spoke up to interrupt their real and fake crying.

After saying that, she touched Xueda's head and turned around to go into the yard.

She brewed a pot of lotus leaf chrysanthemum tea, sat at the bamboo table and slowly drank half a cup, then finally saw Jiang Mingzhao walk in with red eyes, leading a few people.

"Your Highness Zhao has lost a lot of weight. How are you these days?"

Before she even approached Mu Jiaojiao, she heard Aunt Gui carefully inquiring about her child's condition.

"Mammy, Zhao'er is very good. Mother treats Zhao'er very well!"

Jiang Mingzhao watched his mother drinking tea in the yard. When he looked at Mu Jiaojiao, his serious little face was full of admiration.

"Your Highness Zhao, who are you? How can you call a lowly village woman mother? Your Highness Zhao, have you been deceived by this country woman?"

At this time, Xu Qingqing clearly understood that the village woman who had just been arrogant and rude outside the yard and who was now drinking tea leisurely was the mother that His Highness Zhao mentioned. She deliberately spoke out loud to remind her.

It was really loud, so loud that the sound penetrated all the rooms in the yard and everyone who was taking lunch break heard it.

As for Mu Jiaojiao, when she heard this, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. This Miss Xu was really annoying.

Mu Jiaojiao has always been unwelcome to those she dislikes...

How about some itching powder?

"Aunt Xu, Zhao'er's mother is very kind, please be respectful to her!"

Jiang Mingzhao saw that Xu Qingqing spoke like this on purpose to embarrass his mother. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, looked up at Xu Qingqing with a serious expression, and warned her word by word.

Zhao bastard, his whole aura suddenly changed, and it was a bit like Jiang Jin when he was doing serious work.

Mu Jiaojiao looked at her cub who was like a little wolf, standing in front of her to protect her. Her cold eyes warmed up a little, and a hint of smile bloomed in her eyes.

hum!

It was worth it for her, the stepmother, to treat him wholeheartedly. Although she never thought of asking Jiang Mingzhao to repay her, she was still happy to see that her own son did not allow others to say anything about him.

"Your Highness, you..."

"Zhaozi, come and have some tea. You're sweating all over in this hot weather."

Mu Jiaojiao didn't wait for Xu Qingqing to continue her story, but waved to call her child over like a puppy.

She felt sorry for her child getting sunburned under the scorching sun.

"Mmm~ Mother."

When Jiang Mingzhao heard what his mother said, he responded to her and then stretched out his hand like a little adult to invite Aunt Gui.

"Mammy, please come with Zhao'er and have some tea."

He deliberately ignored Xu Qingqing, and now his eyes towards Xu Qingqing gradually became cold. Before, he was a little excited when he saw an acquaintance, or perhaps a relative who was not too close to him.

Now, seeing Xu Qingqing slandering his own mother, he was also quite unhappy. There are differences in closeness and distance, and he was naturally closest to his mother.

"Hey! Thank you, Your Highness Zhao."

Nanny Gui naturally noticed Jiang Mingzhao's protection of Mu Jiaojiao, and also noticed his coldness towards Miss Xu.

She shook her head secretly, thinking that Miss Xu was indeed too unruly and rude.

However, compared to Mu Jiaojiao, a powerless country woman, she naturally values ​​Xu Qingqing more.

Jiang Mingzhao brought several people to sit at the bamboo table. Just as he was about to pour tea for the two elders, the maid Su Qiaoer stepped forward and poured tea for the three of them.

As for Mu Jiaojiao, she just watched coldly the whole time, unmoved.

"Miss Mu, since His Highness Zhao has called you mother, you should set a good example in front of His Highness. Your attitude is very rude to the guests and I'm afraid it's inappropriate!"

When Aunt Gui spoke to Mu Jiaojiao for the first time since they met, she kept calling her "you" and her words were quite impolite.

The meaning of this knocking is very obvious!

Mu Jiaojiao paused after hearing this, then raised her hand and drank the tea in her hand.

"This nanny's words are so funny. I wonder what kind of guests you are to Jiaojiao? Are you guests who are begging for money? Or are you guests who come uninvited?"

Mu Jiaojiao spoke in a lazy tone, but her eyes suddenly became sharp as she looked at the person in front of her who made her feel superior from the moment she saw him.

The word "excuse me" is just short of saying, "You probably know my family is rich, so you dress up nicely and come here to eat for free."

"Besides, what position and status does this nanny have to say such words to me, to His Highness Zhao as you call him?

As a servant? Or as an elder who is separated from me by who knows how many generations?"

Then Mu Jiaojiao spoke sharply and sarcastically to several people, implying that, aren't you two meddling too much every day?

See you a long time!

Humph! Do you really think Mu Jiaojiao is a soft persimmon?