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

The position of the wife who truly takes charge of the household chores is easily within her grasp.

"Miss, please rest assured. I will continue to investigate the assassin..."

Although Anping Hou spoke very smoothly, he actually knew what the sign represented, which was why he chose to conceal the truth for ten years.

After all, this matter involves the struggle for power behind the Battle of Huangquan. Keeping a low profile in such a complicated situation is the wisest choice.

Besides, the one who died was not his legitimate wife.

If it weren't for the fact that the Jin mother and daughter acted so aggressively today, he would have wanted to trick Shen Muxue in other ways!

But at this moment his thoughts had completely changed, and he decided to tell Shen Muxue everything.

Let the two sides fight each other, and both will suffer in the end.

"Don't bother me, my Lord. I'll handle this myself. Anyway, thank you for your honesty."

Shen Muxue carefully put the token into her sleeve and left the room.

Looking at Shen Muxue's frail yet resilient figure, Anping Hou smiled silently, "I really hope you live up to my expectations!"

Shen Muxue gently stroked the tiger-shaped jade in her hand and sat alone in the room all night.

The candle that had just been lit on the table had already burned out, leaving traces of tears all over the table.

When the first ray of morning light came in, only a wisp of smoke was left rising.

At this moment, I already have a clear plan in mind.

He summoned his attendant Qingyi and instructed her, "Contact Han Chenghe immediately and ask him to come to Yingxiang Teahouse to meet you."

"As ordered!"

As Qingyi left, facing the still hazy sunlight, Shen Muxue, with a determined light in his eyes, looked as brave and fearless as if he was wearing armor and going into battle.

Then he put the jade pendant into a sachet and hung it around his waist. After packing his clothes, he took An Lan with him and set off.

When passing by Liu Fangyuan, she happened to see Zhou, disheveled, kneeling at the door, begging Madam Liu: "Please let me see the mistress. Miao'er has been a good girl since she was a child. How could she seduce the Marquis? She is the daughter of the Prime Minister. Even if she married into a poor family, she should not be condescended to be a concubine."

Madam Liu said impatiently, "What can she do even if she saw him? She was caught on the spot with Master Ling. If she doesn't want to be a concubine, does she have to cut her hair and become a nun? If she had that kind of nerve, she would have killed herself by banging her head against the wall. Now she's crying and making a fuss, but she's still trying to save face."

Zhou had lived under the mistress for a long time and was accustomed to being humble. She could tolerate insults from others, but she could not insult her children.

Madam Liu's words were like a sharp knife piercing her heart.

Zhou was trembling with anger and stood up suddenly. "It was Madam who insisted on taking Miao'er with her. She cannot escape the blame for what happened. You accused Miao'er of misconduct, but have you ever considered whether there might be something else going on? Could it be premeditated? Please ask Madam to come out. I must get to the bottom of this today."

Zhou was usually weak and powerless, and even when he was furious, he had no power.

Madam Liu raised her hand and slapped her, knocking her down. She spat at her, "Who are you to question the Madam? Do you believe I'll make you get out of here today? You're a concubine yourself, so why can't your daughter be a concubine too? Get out of here right now. If you continue to get entangled, both you and the Third Young Miss will suffer."

After saying that, Madam Liu turned and went into the house, closing the door without hesitation.

No matter how Zhou knocked on the door and shouted outside, there was no response from inside the house.

An Lan looked at this scene, her heart filled with sympathy.

"Miss, Concubine Zhou is truly pitiful. She was clearly with the Master from the beginning, so why has she fallen to this state now?"

Shen Muxue glanced at An Lan and asked, "Do you know about Zhou's past?"

An Lan scratched her head and laughed, "I just heard it from the old servants when they were chatting. The master was very poor when he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination. If it weren't for Aunt Zhou sewing and washing clothes for others to supplement the family income and support his studies, he might not have achieved what he has today."

Oh, that's how it is.

Shen Muxue knew that Aunt Zhou was the woman by her father's side and had children before her mother came into the family.

But I didn't expect that the two of them had been friends in need.

She looked at Zhou in the distance, her eyes flickering, "So, she is not Shen Zhenwu's concubine, but his original wife."

How could a poor scholar have a concubine?

Moreover, given Zhou's conservative character, it is impossible for her to get married without a matchmaker.

From this we can see that they were once a couple who had endured hardships together. Later, as Shen Zhenwu gradually rose in status, he had the opportunity to marry a woman from a prominent family.

So he demoted his original wife to a concubine and looked for another suitable match.

At this moment, Shen Muxue once again had a new opinion of Shen Zhenwu's character.

I even don’t understand why my mother chose such a man?

The Han family does not seem to be the kind of family that would sacrifice the happiness of their loved ones for wealth.

If that were the case, they would never choose a man of humble origin and no background as their husband.

So why did his mother fall in love with him in the first place?

"Please let me see you, Madam..." Zhou's hands turned red from clapping, and she sat on the ground helplessly and burst into tears. At this moment, a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes appeared in front of her.

She slowly raised her head and saw Shen Muxue squatting there.

Help her gently brush off the dust on her body.

With a faint smile, she said, "Madam Zhou, you can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep. Don't waste your energy. Go back quickly."

After Shen Muxue finished speaking, she was about to get up and leave.

Zhou's heart suddenly trembled. She quickly grabbed the hem of Shen Muxue's skirt and asked anxiously, "Miss, you also went to the banquet that day. What happened then? Tell me, was Miao'er wrongly accused?"

Shen Muxue sighed and said, "It's already been decided. Even if you know the truth, what can you do? Let it be."

"There must be something going on! It must be Madam..."

Zhou completely ignored Shen Muxue's words, whispered with lifeless eyes, and almost lost her mind.

Shen Muxue said no more, gently broke free from her hand, and slowly left.

On the way back, An Lan looked at Shen Muxue and wanted to speak several times, but swallowed it back.

Seeing this, Shen Muxue smiled and said, "Just say whatever you want to say."

"Miss, do you want to help Aunt Zhou or not?"

An Lan said bluntly.

"What do you think?"

An Lan answered without hesitation, "Of course he wanted to help, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to comfort Aunt Zhou. Besides, you must feel sorry for her, right?"

In response, Shen Muxue shook her head and explained, "I told you last time that if they don't stand up on their own, no one can save them. Besides, I can't always play the role of a kind person. An Lan, remember this: kindness without any reason does not exist."

After hearing this, An Lan had a puzzled expression on her face, but there was one sentence that she firmly disagreed with.

"I believe there's no one in this world more kindhearted than you, young lady. As a woman of modest means, you've collected so much money and food for the disaster-stricken people in the cold winter, helping them through their hardship. If this isn't considered a good deed, then what is true charity?"

An Lan's bright eyes revealed deep admiration.