I'm already dressed like a fool, what's wrong with taking the regent into the bridal chamb

Wen Qingzhi had never expected Zhang Yao's idea.

In this society, women are treated too unfairly. They have been educated with the idea that men are superior since childhood. Even if they are beaten, scolded or bullied, most women will choose to endure it silently.

In their perception, men are heaven.

When you get married, you obey your father; when you marry someone else, you obey your husband; when your husband dies, you obey your son.

This is what women’s lives are like, they are dominated by men.

Just based on what Zhang Yao just said, if her husband's family heard it, she would be beaten to death.

Fortunately, she has a good brother and an open-minded pair of parents.

"It's rare for you to think this way. Like you said, we don't live our lives for men. If you are capable of surviving on your own with your child, then the existence of that man who treats you badly is not important to you at all."

"In fact, he is still a burden."

Wen Qingzhi's words were shocking, and Zhang Yao had experienced this before.

But this time, when I heard her say that men are a "burden", I was so surprised that I was speechless.

She lowered her head and pondered for a long time, her eyes shining with confidence, agreeing with what Wen Qingzhi said: "Miss Wen, you are right. My girl's father is a useless thing."

She had been recalling her life over the past two years. That man had been honest and kind during the initial period of their marriage. After that, he had become idle, relying on his parents for food and drink. After his parents had married her, they had to rely on her completely...

She hadn't experienced that kind of hardship for a few years when she was a child, but now she has to continue to suffer after getting married?

In addition, after learning that it might be a girl, their attitude made Zhang Yao see the true face of this family.

"Don't keep useless things."

Wen Qingzhi spoke calmly. Zhang Ye, who was walking back and forth nearby, heard their conversation and his heart almost jumped into his throat.

He looked at his sister from time to time, hoping she would shut up.

If such outrageous remarks were to get out, she would probably be drowned in the spit of others!

"So I decided!"

Zhang Yao said firmly: "After I finish my confinement, I will go to his house and tell him about the divorce."

"I'm good at embroidery. I can make handkerchiefs and also make clothes for other people to earn money. If it's just the two of us, we should have no problem surviving."

"That's fine."

The villains were chatting enthusiastically, and Zhang Ye couldn't help but come over and say, "Miss Wen, it's been cleaned up."

Wen Qingzhi was unhappy about being interrupted and glanced over, "When you're done, go and carry your master over. Do you really want me to do it for you?"

"Yes, I'll go and lift it right away!"

Why are you so fierce...

When Zhang Ye returned to the clinic, Feng Junxiao had just woken up. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, he asked Zhang Ye, "Where is this?"

He remembered being taken to the Marquis Zhenguo Mansion...

"You haven't gone back yet?"

"Miss Wen said that you need to stay in the mansion for a while so that she can observe the recovery of your wound. I have already cleaned the room and am about to come and take you there."

After listening to Zhang Ye, Feng Junxiao stared at him, "You seem to obey her every word. Why do you want to be a servant in the Marquis Zhenguo Mansion?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

Zhang Ye knelt down with a thud. The sound was so loud that it made people feel pain in their knees.

"Out of consideration for your health, I feel that this is the right thing to do..."

He gritted his teeth and told Feng Junxiao what happened today. After waiting for a long time, he saw that the other party didn't say anything and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would say something wrong and lose his life.

"Where did she let me live?"

Feng Yunxiao wanted to recall how she had detoxified herself, but she couldn't remember it no matter how hard she tried. She only remembered that she seemed to have given herself an injection...

"Guest room."

"Where?"

"It's not far. Can I help you there?"

Feng Junxiao suddenly snorted coldly, "It's just a minor injury, do I need your help?"

He stood up briskly, and walked towards the door calmly with a pale face. As he reached the door, beads of sweat were already dripping from his forehead.

The wound hurts.

He didn't dare move his entire left shoulder. Even the slightest movement would cause him excruciating pain.

Feng Yunxiao is not afraid of anything except pain.

Still afraid of suffering.

Therefore, most of the time he would pay attention to keeping warm, try not to get sick, and be afraid of taking medicine.

Along the way, Feng Junxiao's face became more and more ugly. When he arrived at the gate of the yard, his face had turned completely black.

His chest heaved, and he glanced back at Zhang Ye, annoyed, "Is this what you said, not far?"

On the way, I asked myself how far it was.

Zhang Ye swore that it was not far away!

He asked several times, and Zhang Ye assured him that it would be soon, but it turned out that he was just trying to quench his thirst with wishful thinking.

Zhang Ye didn't understand why the Regent was angry again?

It wasn’t far to begin with, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to walk there.

Although I don’t understand why my master is angry, apologizing is the best option at this time.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I made a mistake in my calculations. Please don't punish me, Your Majesty."

"..."

Feng Yunxiao held onto the door frame, his body shaky, "Go back and get your punishment."

"Yes……"

What did he say wrong?

As soon as he entered the yard, Feng Yunxiao became even angrier.

It couldn't even compare to his Prince Regent's Mansion, not even as good as the courtyard where Wen Qingzhi lived! It was clearly just a corner of the Marquis Zhenguo Mansion!

Actually, let him live in a place like this?

Wen Qingzhi, who was chatting with Zhang Yao, suddenly felt a chill on her spine. She turned back stiffly and saw Feng Junxiao's gloomy eyes.

She stood up and went over to pay her respects, saying, "I know this place is not as good as your Regent Palace. If you really want to go back, I won't stop you. As for the rest of the story, I'll have Wang Yi and the others come over to change your medicine to avoid gossip and tarnish your reputation."

"Humph!"

Feng Junxiao ignored him and walked straight inside. "Which room?"

“…the one right in front.”

It’s okay, it’s the main house.

Zhang Yao and others knew Feng Junxiao, and immediately knelt down to pay their respects.

"Get up."

Feng Yunxiao walked past them into the house, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the table and chairs.

He hurried over and sat down, holding onto the table. His hands hidden in his wide sleeves were shaking.

Wen Qingzhi came over and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Feng Junxiao gave her a displeased look and said, "You are such a piece of shit."

He's in this state now, why let him go?

Zhang Ye recounted to Feng Junxiao everything Wen Qingzhi had said, and thought that Wen Qingzhi's words made sense. At this moment, the news that he was dying had spread, and many people in the city must have known about it.

This is the best time to pretend to be dead, recuperate, and wait for the mastermind to appear.

The person in the palace never sent anyone to ask, so I don’t know what’s going on.

Feng Yunxiao's mood was very low at the moment, and the atmosphere around him became weird.

Feng Junxiao suddenly sneered, leaving Wen Qingzhi puzzled.

At this moment, what he was thinking was: This bastard Feng Yunsu, is he going to be drunken and dreaming in some woman's bed again?