Quick Transmigration: Pregnancy Blessing - The Soft Bunny is Pampered by the Big Shots

The Cheng family has been loyal and righteous for three generations.

However, the men of the Cheng family have had a bad habit since ancient times: favoring concubines over wives.

Madam Cheng, who is also Sangyu's mother-in-law, also suffered greatly from this.

General Cheng almost divorced his wife, Madam Cheng, over a beautiful woman in a brothel, making a laughing stock of the entire capital.

As a result, Madam Cheng developed a deep hatred for those seductive women who loved to seduce men.

The maid led Sangyu gracefully to the main hall, where she saw Old Madam Cheng sitting upright in the main seat, her face stern and her eyes like knives fixed on her.

To her left was a girl of similar age, with a dignified and elegant appearance, but the way she looked at Sang Yu seemed to want to kill her.

She is Song Wan.

The maid brought over a teacup, and the moment they touched, Sangyu was so burned that she almost dropped the cup.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she could only grit her teeth and continue to kneel and bow respectfully, offering tea and greetings.

The Cheng family's interpersonal relationships are not complicated. Old Master Cheng has two sons: Cheng Jingyan and his elder brother's family.

Although Madam Cheng disliked Sang Yu, she let it go when she saw that Sang Yu held such a hot teacup and her expression remained calm.

She's just a concubine, and although she doesn't like her beautiful appearance, she'll still be of some use if she can give the Cheng family a son.

After drinking her tea, Madam Cheng said, "Our Cheng family is a prestigious clan, and we must not neglect our rules. Wan'er is Jingyan's legal wife, so from now on you must go to her place to pay your respects every day at four in the morning."

"Yes, I will remember." Sang Yu curtsied, her palms burning.

The old lady nodded. "Alright, go and pay your respects to Wan'er."

"Yes."

Sang Yu respectfully held up her cup and knelt before Song Wan, saying, "Greetings to my elder sister."

Song Wan stared resentfully at the stunningly beautiful woman in front of her.

Last night, upon learning that Cheng Jingyan had gone to Liluoxuan, she was so angry that she smashed all the porcelain vases in the room.

She spent the entire night indulging in lewd and outrageous acts with Brother Jingyan, even missing the time for paying her respects. What else could she be but a vixen?

Song Wan cursed inwardly, then said, "I've long heard that you are a famous beauty in the capital. Seeing you today, you are even more stunning than the most beautiful courtesan in Yuchun Pavilion. If you were to go there, I'm sure your courtesans would flock to the city."

"Thank you for your praise, sister. However, I am still unmarried and not as knowledgeable as you. I have never been to Yuchun Pavilion, so I have never seen that courtesan."

Although Sang Yu kept her head down and looked meek, she had already cursed Song Wan hundreds of times in her heart. This person actually compared her to the most beautiful courtesan in a brothel just to humiliate her.

Song Wan's face stiffened, and she began to reprimand her with a stern expression, "You really are raised in a humble family. The mistress is giving a speech, how dare you, as a concubine, interrupt?"

"Furthermore, you are supposed to be a daughter of an official, yet you resorted to such despicable means to seduce the general... We women, once married, must follow the rules..."

Sang Yu knelt there and listened to her lecture for a full half hour. Old Madam Cheng must have wanted to give her a hard time, because she didn't utter a single word.

Sang Yu's hand holding the teacup began to tremble slightly, her arm was numb and she could no longer feel it, and her forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat.

She was already feeling unwell...

Seeing Sang Yu's face grow paler and paler, Song Wan smiled smugly. "Sister, your tea-serving posture is incorrect. What do you think, Mother? How about we add another half quarter of an hour?"

Sang Yu bit her lip and raised her arm, holding the teacup above her head.

My hands are soreer, and my knees hurt more.

Song Wan smiled broadly, preparing to continue finding ways to make things difficult for her, when a soft rustling sound came from outside the hall, and Cheng Jingyan entered the hall in a majestic manner.

Sang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and the cup in her hand fell to the ground.

"what you do!"

"I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean to..."

She reached out to pick up the shards, but the next second, "Ah—"

Cheng Jingyan was about to greet his mother when he heard the cry of pain, and his gaze turned to her.

Sang Yu was seen kneeling on the ground, her face pale, clutching her fingers, blood still dripping from between them.

Her thin body trembled slightly, looking pitiful.

He couldn't help but recall her pitiful appearance beneath him last night, and his eyes instantly turned deep.

The man pursed his lips and strode forward: "What's going on?"

Song Wan was very excited when she saw him. "Brother Jingyan, did you come to see me?"

Cheng Jingyan didn't even glance at her, and walked straight to Sang Yu. "Get up first."

Sang Yu looked up and saw a handsome, imposing face. His brows were furrowed, clearly displeased, but his well-defined hand still placed on her slender arm, as if he wanted to help her up.

Sang Yu propped herself up, but immediately fell back down.

Sang Yu gently bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, a thin layer of sweat covering her fair face, her voice as soft as a cat's whimper: "It hurts... I can't get up..."

Cheng Jingyan's eyes darkened immediately. Although he knew she was doing it on purpose, her soft voice reminded him of how she had been sobbing last night.

My lower abdomen felt like it was being burned by a raging fire.

Seeing that she seemed to be in great pain, he bent down slightly and, in front of everyone, steadily picked her up in his arms.

Sang Yu blushed, parted her cherry lips slightly, and said softly, "General, I can walk by myself."

His deep, intense gaze swept across her face, and he asked directly, "Aren't your legs sore anymore?"

Sang Yu bit her lip, too ashamed to speak.

"What exactly happened?" Cheng Jingyan glanced at Song Wan with displeasure, his eyes turning cold.

Song Wan's face turned pale and then red, she was on the verge of tears, but she didn't dare to argue, so she could only glare fiercely at Sang Yu.

He lowered his head and gazed at the person in his arms, his tone softening instantly: "How long have you been kneeling?"

Sang Yu blinked her bright red rabbit eyes and said very obediently, "My sister made me kneel down and lecture her for an hour while holding a teacup. I don't know what I did wrong to upset her. General, please don't blame my sister. She didn't know I wasn't feeling well..."

Upon hearing this, Song Wan turned pale with anger. "You're talking nonsense! I only made you kneel for half an hour! Mother, you must stand up for me!"

The old lady's face darkened. "Yan'er, are you really going to abandon all manners for a concubine?"

What is etiquette?

Cheng Jingyan's stern face was covered with frost. "Is it the Cheng family's custom to make a frail new bride kneel for an hour on the second day of her marriage and not let her get up?"

"Yan'er!" Old Madam Cheng was so angry that she couldn't speak. Yan'er had been well-behaved and sensible since childhood and had never argued with her. Now, she actually dared to embarrass her in front of a concubine.

This woman absolutely cannot be allowed to live!

“I am her mother-in-law, and Wan’er is her mistress. We are teaching her manners!”

"No need. My son will personally teach his people!"