Good luck in pregnancy, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion has a soft waist

For Shen Leyao, every second of these days in the Marquis' Mansion felt like a year of torture.

When she saw Jin, she burst into tears and was heartbroken. Although she was full of complaints, she never mentioned separation.

She knew that the Marquis' Mansion was the only remaining refuge for her and her children.

When Jin heard what had happened to her, she burst into tears.

She comforted him, "Don't worry, Mom understands men better than you do. There are many ways to deal with men in this backyard. To win a man's heart, you don't have to do it yourself."

Shen Leyao held Jin's hand tightly and said anxiously, "Mom! I knew you would have a way. Tell me what to do."

Jin replied briefly, "To disperse the favor."

Thinking of Aunt Zhou, who had been so high and cheerful recently, a shrewd look flashed in her eyes. "Actually, your third sister is fourteen now, so it's the perfect age for marriage. As a concubine's daughter, she can't marry into a good family. It would be better to send her to the Marquis's mansion to be a concubine."

As long as she could control Shen Miaoer, she didn't believe that Aunt Zhou would not obey her orders.

Shen Leyao felt unhappy when she thought of Shen Miaoer: "But Shen Miaoer is quite pretty. If she gets close to Ling Fan, how can that be tolerated?"

Shen Miaoer has both the beauty and gentleness of Aunt Zhou.

Standing there without fighting or competing, she has her own charm.

If Shen Muxue hadn't been so dazzling that she couldn't get ahead, she would have been considered a little beauty if she went out on her own.

"Yao'er, how much trouble can a concubine like her cause? Look at Aunt Zhou. She went from being a concubine to being taken in, and even gave birth to my eldest son. She still has to obey my orders. If I ask her to set the rules, Aunt Zhou dares not move. If I ask her to kneel, she won't say a word."

"You're pregnant now. No matter how loving your husband and wife are, you still have to find a concubine to entertain your husband. There are so many people in Ling Fan's house, you can't take care of them all by yourself. It's better to find a beautiful one to help you calm Ling Fan's heart. When the child is born and she's no longer needed, you can do whatever you want with her."

Shen Leyao thought about it and found that this seemed to be the only way to change the current situation.

In the end, she only asked one question: "But, will Aunt Zhou... agree?"

Jin's eyes turned cold, and she smiled contemptuously: "It's not up to her to disagree."

After Shen Leyao left, Jin summoned Aunt Zhou and the third young lady, Shen Miaoer, on the pretext of choosing a son-in-law.

She handed the list to Aunt Zhou, saying politely, "Miao'er is old enough to consider marriage. As a concubine's daughter, although she can't marry into a wealthy family, a small family would bring disgrace to our family. These are all carefully selected by me, take a look."

Aunt Zhou took it with gratitude, and the more she looked at the list, the gloomier her expression became.

Although the person chosen by Jin was of equal status, it seemed that he was either a widower or a second wife. The most important thing was that he was too old. After all, Shen Miao'er was only fourteen years old. If she married him, she would probably become a stepmother in a few years.

Aunt Zhou was extremely reluctant, but she didn't dare to say anything.

He only asked, "Master, have you seen it?"

"Of course I've shown it to the master, but I still have the final say on who Miao'er marries."

Jin's words cut off the mother and daughter's thoughts, and then she slowed down her tone, "However, it's still early for marriage, there's no rush, you can take your time to consider it."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Aunt Zhou took Shen Miaoer out, and the two sat in the garden, hugging each other and crying bitterly.

"It's all because of my aunt's incompetence that my Yan'er has to suffer like this."

"Auntie! I don't blame you, I blame my Yan'er for having such a miserable life..."

……

Shen Muxue was passing by the small garden when she saw this scene.

To be honest, she felt a little sympathetic.

She was like this before, being controlled by the Jin family. She only knew how to give in and didn't know how to fight back.

But now, she has completely woken up.

This world is a place where people are swallowed without blinking an eye.

If you don't stand up for yourself, you will be bullied by others.

Once you take the risk, you will find that your opponent is not invincible.

After all, she had nothing to lose.

The worst that can happen is this life.

However, those enemies, who are full of worries, are more likely to be controlled by others.

"Miss, I think Madam Zhou and the Third Miss are coming from that direction." An Lan reminded softly. Shen Muxue did not respond, but turned in another direction and took another path.

An Lan couldn't help but sigh, "This morning I heard the maids at the Jin family chatting about the husbands the Madam had chosen for the Third Miss. They were all men in their forties, older than the Master. Sigh, the Third Miss is truly miserable."

Shen Muxue smiled faintly: "It's not easy for anyone in this world. Wherever you go, you have to rely on your own feet."

An Lan deeply agreed.

Didn’t her young lady break free from the shackles of the Jin family?

After leaving the mansion, Shen Muxue hired a carriage and drove to a country manor thirty miles away.

There was a fire in Jiangnan, and news had arrived that embroidered satin was about to become in short supply due to shortage.

She has to see the goods with her own eyes to feel at ease.

The mountains and rivers were beautiful along the way. Shen Muxue felt rare peace and tranquility. She strolled leisurely and soon arrived at the destination.

Most of the fields here are divided up by the powerful people in the capital, and most of the residents nearby are farmers who rent the land.

However, the rich have always known how to enjoy themselves, and they each enclosed land and built manors near the foot of the mountain.

They also brought water from a nearby river into the garden and built various courtyards.

When viewed from a distance, it has both the wildness of the countryside and the beauty and elegance.

Han Chenghe was hiding in the Han family's manor at the very bottom of the river.

In order to ensure Han Chenghe's safety, Shen Muxue would ask Qingyi to look after him from time to time.

At the same time, train the guards of the manor.

When Shen Muxue arrived, Han Chenghe was picking cucumbers in the vegetable garden with his trouser legs rolled up. It was a pity that his exquisite Suzhou embroidery clothes were covered with mud.

"Second cousin!"

Han Chenghe looked up and saw Shen Muxue standing gracefully in the yard.

The slender figure in the green shirt was more eye-catching than the pomegranate flowers in the garden. He was surprised and delighted: "Hey, little cousin! Why are you here?"

Hearing these three words, Shen Muxue trembled subconsciously.

After experiencing the incident with Jin Peng, she found it difficult to face the word "little cousin".

"Second cousin! Just call me by my name from now on. Calling me cousin always feels strange."

Han Chenghe casually picked a cucumber, came up from the vegetable patch, and handed it to Shen Muxue, "Well, I'll call you Xue'er from now on, okay?"

"Okay."

Shen Muxue took the cucumber and took a bite.

Han Chenghe looked her over, examining her from side to side. "I've lived here for so long, and I've never seen you here. Why did you suddenly want to come visit today?"

"Isn't this because something was delayed before?"

Shen Muxue lied without changing her expression or heartbeat.

Han Chenghe saw through her at a glance and reached out to touch her forehead: "Okay, I won't expose you. Just assume that you really miss me."

Han Chenghe led Shen Muxue for a stroll along the paths of his own manor, and along the way he also pointed out the manors of several powerful families in the vicinity. After all, in the circles of the capital, everyone knew the details of each family.