Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character's Revenge

Ultimately, the problem lies in the title of nobility.

Neither the First Madam nor Qi Jinglin were willing to accept this, and their standards were too high, so the marriage was naturally delayed year after year.

The same applies to Qi Yuan. If it weren't for that accident, the First Madam would never have allowed Qi Yuan to marry that useless Du Yaowu so early.

Compared to marriage, they spent more time thinking about how to obtain a title.

Once they have a title and a certain status, they can choose any girl from a good family.

However, their plan failed recently, and Qi Jingyu's leg ailment was cured, which gave them a real headache.

The key issue is that Qi Congming discovered something about the fall off the cliff, and for the time being, the mother and son had to keep a low profile and dare not make any rash moves.

Hearing the old lady bring up the matter again, the First Madam realized that Qi Jinglin was getting on in years and the marriage could not be delayed any longer.

She couldn't help but feel even more anxious.

He was anxious about the marriage and also about the title.

The First Madam's eyes flickered for a moment, then she smiled and replied, "Mother is right. Your daughter-in-law will find a suitable match for Jinglin as soon as possible."

"Hmm." The old lady nodded in satisfaction, and then she looked at Zeng Wanqing sitting on the other side.

"Second son's wife, you've been married into the Marquis's mansion for half a year now. Since Ming has been busy with official duties, you, as his mother, should also take good care of his children."

The old lady knew that Zeng Wanqing treated Qi Congming's children quite well, and she had noticed it all. However, Zeng Wanqing focused more on Qi Tang and neglected Qi Ning and Qi Jingyu.

"It's not just the youngest, Tang'er, but also Ning'er and Jingyu. Both of them are of marriageable age, so you need to pay more attention to their marriages and not delay them any longer."

There were some things the old lady didn't say. Men should marry when they are of age and women should marry when they are of age. If they delay, they will end up like Zeng Wanqing, who was too old to get married.

When the old lady mentioned Qi Jinglin's marriage earlier, Qi Ning knew that she would most likely mention her and Qi Jingyu as well.

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, Qi Ning pretended to be a little shy and lowered her head.

Qi Jingyu subconsciously glanced at Qi Ning.

Seeing Qi Ning's shy expression, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the teacup.

"Mother, this..."

Zeng Wanqing hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

When Qi Yuan got married, Qi Congming mentioned it to her, telling her to keep an eye on Qi Ning's marriage.

At this moment, Zeng Wanqing suddenly realized that Qi Congming had never asked her to pay attention to Qi Jingyu's marriage. Why was that?

Qi Jingyu is older than Qi Ning. Logically, the older brother should get married before the younger sister. When preparing for the wedding, one should pay attention to Qi Jingyu first.

Zeng Wanqing thought for a moment and wondered if it was because Qi Jingyu's leg ailment had not yet healed and his elder brother Qi Jinglin was not yet married. If so, it would be understandable.

Now that Qi Jinglin's wedding is approaching and Qi Jingyu's leg ailment has been cured, his wedding should be on the agenda.

Zeng Wanqing and Qi Congming exchanged a glance.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Seeing that Zeng Wanqing hadn't finished speaking, the old lady pressed her for an answer.

Zeng Wanqing quickly looked at the old lady and replied with a slight smile, "Mother, the Marquis actually told me about this matter some time ago, asking me to keep an eye on Ning'er's marriage, Jingyu..."

"Jingyu, don't be in a hurry."

Qi Congming interrupted Zeng Wanqing, saying without changing his expression, "Let's consider Jingyu's marriage after Jinglin gets married."

After all, Qi Jingyu's status...

He was not Qi Congming's biological son after all, and Qi Congming had no right to arrange his marriage.

Moreover, their focus is not on marriage right now.

"Oh, what are you saying?" the old lady scolded. "Jingyu is not young anymore. Even if Jinglin gets married first, his marriage can be arranged first."

The old lady had no idea of ​​Qi Jingyu's true identity; she simply regarded him as her grandson and naturally worried about his marriage.

"Yes, yes, yes." Qi Congming replied, "Mother, what I mean is that since Jinglin is not married yet, Jingyu doesn't need to rush. He can look at Ning'er first. After all, Wanqing can't handle everything by herself, so there has to be a priority."

Upon hearing this, the old lady nodded slightly: "What you say makes sense."

She then asked, "What about Ning'er?"

Zeng Wanqing replied with a smile, "Mother, as early as during the autumn hunt, I was already paying attention to the young talents in their families when I talked with those ladies."

"Really?" The old lady was quite surprised. "Do you have any suitable ones?"

In the old lady's opinion, Qi Yuan's marriage last time was too hasty. This time, Qi Ning should choose a good match early, arrange the marriage in advance, and make good preparations.

Zeng Wanqing replied, "I have taken note of it. There are indeed a few promising young men who are of similar age to our Ning'er."

"For example, the eldest son of the Minister of Revenue has passed the imperial examination and achieved the rank of Tan Hua Lang. He is currently working in the Hanlin Academy. His family background, appearance, and academic achievements are all top-notch. There are countless young women in the capital who want to marry him, but none of them have yet found the right one."

"During the last autumn hunt, the Minister's wife inquired with her daughter-in-law about Ning'er's marriage prospects, as if she were quite fond of our Ning'er."

"Oh my, this sounds really good," the old lady praised.

"And another thing," Zeng Wanqing added, "the heir of the Duke of Cheng's mansion is already the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review at a young age. I heard that he once followed his father, the Duke of Cheng, to the battlefield and won a minor military merit."

Zeng Wanqing looked at Qi Congming: "You should know this young master, Lord Marquis, right?"

"Yes," Qi Congming replied. "I do know that child. He is tall and spirited, a good prospect for martial arts. He is currently working at the Dali Temple and often receives praise from His Majesty."

The old lady nodded repeatedly: "This sounds good too."

The old lady looked at Qi Ning and asked teasingly, "Those two children, one is good at literature and the other is good at martial arts, I just don't know which one our Ning'er likes?"

Qi Ning lowered her eyes, clutching her handkerchief, her face slightly flushed, looking extremely shy.

She gave a coquettish laugh: "Grandmother..."

"Oh, don't be shy, tell Grandma what kind you like, so Grandma can make the decision for you."

Qi Ning hurriedly stood up and stammered, "I...I'll go back first..."

After saying that, she quickly left with her maid.

Qi Jingyu looked straight ahead, watching Qi Ning's skirt flutter past him.

Qi Ning's departure made the old lady laugh heartily: "This child is shy."

Zeng Wanqing and Qi Congming were also laughing.

“Mother, really, Ning’er is so shy, and you still have to tease her.”

"Yes, girls are all easily embarrassed."

The old lady smiled broadly: "I was just asking her what kind of girl she likes. We're all family, and there are no outsiders here."

Qi Tang, being a precocious child, seemed to understand and giggled along, saying, "Sister is so shy."

Everyone present had smiles on their faces, but some of them seemed to be smiling rather reluctantly.

The one who was forcing a smile was naturally the First Madam and her son.

The mother and son felt a pang of jealousy as they listened to Zeng Wanqing's proposed candidates.

Listen to this! The eldest son of the Minister of Revenue and a top scholar, and the heir of the Duke of Cheng and the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review—the people they chose for Qi Ning are truly extraordinary.

In comparison, the man Qi Yuan married was utterly awful; it was like comparing heaven and earth.

How could the First Madam and Qi Jinglin not be jealous?

Aside from the mother and son, Qi Jingyu's smile was also faint.

That faint smile seemed to be just to fit the atmosphere; in reality, there was no smile in his eyes at all.

Actually, the two candidates Zeng Wanqing mentioned earlier were indeed quite suitable.

Qi Congming holds military power. He was a high-ranking official on the frontier before, and now he has returned to the capital as a second-rank general. Qi Ning, as his eldest daughter, is a good match for the eldest son of the Minister of Revenue and the heir of the Duke of Cheng.

Qi Jingyu didn't know why, but clearly, he should be happy for his sister, shouldn't he?

But he felt a strange sense of unease.

Zeng Wanqing added, "It's a pity that Ning'er had an accident during the last autumn hunt and couldn't go. Originally, those ladies all wanted to see Ning'er in person."

The old lady picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said, "If both families are interested, we can find another opportunity for the young people to meet and get to know each other."

"Yes, your daughter-in-law will arrange it later, Mother, don't worry."

What they talked about afterwards, Qi Jingyu didn't really listen to.

After the New Year's Eve vigil was over, everyone dispersed from Fushou Hall, and Qi Jingyu returned to Yinqing Pavilion.

Xiuzhu followed behind him: "Young Master, it's getting late. We need to get up early tomorrow to pay our respects to the Old Madam. Please get some rest."

Qi Jingyu turned around and glanced at him: "Don't worry about me, you go and rest first."

Xiu Zhu paused, hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "Yes."

He left and closed the door behind him.

As dawn approached, Xiuzhu got up to relieve herself and was surprised to find that the candlelight in Qi Jingyu's room was still on.

Surely the young master couldn't have stayed up all night?

Xiuzhu shook his head, thinking it was unlikely; they must have forgotten to extinguish the candle.

He tiptoed toward Qi Jingyu's bedroom, thinking of extinguishing the candles and adding a few pieces of charcoal to the brazier so that Qi Jingyu could sleep a little better.

However, when Xiuzhu gently pushed open the door and entered the room, he was surprised to find that Qi Jingyu was not resting in bed as usual, but sitting on the couch fully clothed with his eyes closed. His expression was not peaceful like that of someone who was asleep, but rather his brows were slightly furrowed, carrying a feeling that was hard to describe.

The brazier, which should have been burning with warm flames, was now almost completely extinguished, and a cold chill permeated the entire room.

"Master!"

Xiuzhu called out, "Why are you sitting here instead of resting in bed?"

Qi Jingyu opened his eyes: "Is it dawn?"

"Almost...almost there," Xiuzhu replied.

After daybreak, Qi Jingyu went to Fushou Hall to pay his respects and wish the old lady a Happy New Year.

On the way there, Qi Ning's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Second brother."

Qi Jingyu paused, turned around, and sure enough, saw Qi Ning, who was leading Qi Tang and her maids this way.

He stopped and waited for her.

Qi Ning walked up to him, looked up at him, and asked, "Why are you up so early?"

Before Qi Jingyu could answer, Qi Ning noticed that his eyes were bloodshot.

"What's wrong with your eyes? Didn't you get enough rest last night?"

His tone carried a hint of surprise and concern.

Qi Jingyu shook his head slightly: "It's nothing."

"Why would it be red if there's nothing wrong?" Qi Ning muttered.

Qi Jing looked down at her. Perhaps because it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qi Ning was dressed in a cherry-red dress and cloak, which was very festive and more formal than usual.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qi Ning asked, puzzled.

Qi Jingyu looked away and asked her, "Why haven't I seen you wearing the hairpin I gave you?"

"Oh, that? I thought it was a bit too extravagant, so I had Fuyutsuki put it away."

"How luxurious can it be? You don't wear it during holidays, so when do you want to wear it?"

It's not like you have to save it for your wedding day to wear.

Qi Ning smiled and said, "That's true. I'll have Dongyue find it later."

The two didn't say anything more, and the group went to Fushou Hall together.

Qi Jingyu had only casually mentioned the hairpin, but on the Lantern Festival, Qi Ning actually wore the jade hairpin he had given her.

"How is it? Does it look good?" Qi Ning asked him, adjusting her hair.

Qi Jingyu nodded and replied earnestly, "It looks good."

"What are you two siblings talking about?" Zeng Wanqing asked as she came out of the inner room.

"Mother, Second Brother is praising Sister's beauty," Qi Tang replied first.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Wanqing carefully examined Qi Ning.

Today, Qi Ning wore a white dress with red plum blossoms, and a cloak of the same color as the dress. The red plum blossoms on the white background made her look particularly bright and eye-catching. She stood there gracefully, like a proud plum blossom in the snow, both joyful and pure.

Especially the white jade hairpin in her hair, which was like the finishing touch, made Qi Ning even more beautiful than the flowers.

Zeng Wanqing smiled and said, "Jingyu is right, Ning'er really looks very beautiful today."

"Mother, you flatter me," Qi Ning replied.

"Alright, enough talk, let's get going," Zeng Wanqing urged.

Today is the Lantern Festival, and there is a lantern festival in the capital. Zeng Wanqing said she would take them out to see the lanterns.

"Great! We're finally going!" Qi Tang excitedly grabbed Qi Ning's hand, jumping up and down with excitement.

The mother and her three children, accompanied by a maid, arrived at the entrance of the Marquis's residence.

Two horse-drawn carriages were parked at the entrance.

"Are we going out in two carriages today?" Qi Ning asked.

“That’s right. There are four of us, plus maids and servants. One carriage definitely wouldn’t be enough for us, so I had two carriages arranged,” Zeng Wanqing said.

She then asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"No, Mother made very thoughtful arrangements."

"That's good, get in the carriage quickly."

Zeng Wanqing led Qi Tang to the carriage in front first, and Qi Tang called out from inside, "Sister, come on up quickly."

Qi Ning hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure which carriage to get into. Suddenly, Qi Jingyu grabbed her sleeve and pulled her towards the carriage behind, saying naturally, "Let's go."

Qi Ning then followed him to the carriage behind.

Qi Tang was still muttering in the carriage ahead, "Why hasn't my elder sister gotten on yet?"

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