May this scumbag husband, who favored his concubine over his wife, rest in peace.

Although he carries the title of the eldest son of the Marquis's family, and outsiders believe that everything he has is given to him by the Marquis's family, only he himself knows that the life he lives now is not because of the Marquis's family, but because of Wen Yuanshu.

He was able to enter the Marquis's mansion and escape his previous extremely impoverished life because of Wen Yuanshu.

He was able to become Mr. Mo's disciple because of Wen Yuanshu.

From the first time he called Wen Yuanshu "Mother," he truly regarded her as his mother from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, if the mother is to leave, the son must follow.

Seeing the boy's determined expression, Wen Yuanshu sighed, reached out and pulled him up, then patted his head: "Don't worry."

In this life, the Marquis's mansion is destined to decline.

She had already made up her mind. Even if she couldn't find any fault with the Marquis's family, she would drag everyone in the family down to hell, even if it cost her her life.

But Pei Xi is leaving.

Pei Xi was unaware of Wen Yuanshu's thoughts, but upon hearing her words, his heart was at ease.

A short while later, Wangyou returned, treated his wounds again, and then Pei Xi left.

Back in his bedroom, Pei Xi reopened the book.

He needs to work even harder than before.

Wen Yuanshu will definitely return to the General's Mansion after the divorce.

By then, he should not be a burden to Wen Yuanshu, but rather an asset to her.

From that night onward, the light in Pei Xi's room always stayed on an hour later than usual.

As midsummer approaches, the weather is getting hotter every day.

Now that Xie Qianjiao has a way of making money, she has already distributed the servants' summer clothes early on, and even spent a hundred taels of silver to buy luxurious fabrics to make clothes for the old lady.

On the day the fabric arrived, Xie Qianjiao personally carried it to see the old lady.

This was a piece of autumn-colored shimmering brocade, which the old lady fell in love with at first sight. She even called Wen Yuanshu over, asking her to help her decide what style of clothing would look good.

"This is the Floating Light Brocade. It is said that when the morning sun shines on it, its brilliance is so captivating that it can dazzle the eyes of the viewer. A single piece is worth no less than a hundred gold pieces, making it extremely precious!" Xie Qianjiao said, her smile growing wider and wider.

The old lady was amazed by the magic and preciousness of the shimmering brocade. It took her a while to come to her senses: "Qianjiao, where did you get the money?"

Xie Qianjiao had anticipated the old lady's question. She smiled, took the old lady's arm, and gently shook it twice in a coquettish manner: "My father and mother left me some property and money, which I have never used. Now that I have married into the Marquis's mansion, the money is naturally of no use anymore. So I took it all out and bought this piece of fabric for my aunt. Does my aunt like it?"

Upon hearing this, the old lady was deeply moved and nodded repeatedly, saying, "I like it, I like it! You're so thoughtful!"

As she spoke, the old lady gave Wen Yuanshu a meaningful look. Although she did not speak, the meaning in her eyes was already very clear.

They're waiting for her to show her filial piety.

Xie Qianjiao also raised her head slightly, looking at Wen Yuanshu with a smug expression.

She had to sell four shops to buy this shimmering brocade, and the old lady liked it too. Wen Yuanshu, on the other hand, came away empty-handed. She wanted to see how Wen Yuanshu would save face this time without spending some money!

However, before Wen Yuanshu could speak, Pei Zeyu spoke first: "Although the Floating Light Brocade is precious, Yuanshu has sent many things to Songshou Courtyard in previous years. This year, she neglected to do so because she was looking after Zhicheng and Xi'er. I hope Mother will not take it to heart."

The old lady was surprised that her own son would speak up for Wen Yuanshu, and her face immediately froze.

Wen Yuanshu was also very surprised.

The old lady had often ridiculed her before, and this person would either agree with her or just stand by and watch coldly. Why is she speaking up for her now?

It felt strange and unfamiliar at first.

"Thank you for your consideration, Your Excellency."

“We are husband and wife, so please don’t be so distant with me anymore.” Pei Zeyu’s eyes softened. “I was negligent before, but I will never do it again in the future.”