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

Caiwei is right. Even if it's not for her own sake, she has to fight for it!

If Pei Zeyu is allowed to linger in the inner courtyard and another young master is born into the Marquis's mansion, then Pei Zhicheng's position will be in grave danger!

Therefore, having those concubines alone is not enough; she has to personally take charge!

For the next few days, Pei Zeyu and Xie Qianjiao often went out for strolls, and their relationship became very close.

However, on this day, Pei Zeyu returned from outside and went straight to the main courtyard.

He brought back a hairpin, which was quite exquisite: "Jiaojiao specially picked it out for you."

Wen Yuanshu's gaze fell on it.

This was the first time in two years that Pei Zhicheng had taken something from him.

Wen Yuanshu spoke, her tone flat and indifferent: "It's kind of Miss Xie and the Marquis to still remember me."

“Of course,” Pei Zeyu smiled warmly and affectionately. “After all, you are my first wife and the mistress of the house. Jiaojiao always thinks of you.”

Seeing that Wen Yuanshu had accepted the hairpin, Pei Zeyu finally coughed and got to the point: "Yuanshu, what do you think of Zhicheng lately?"

Wen Yuanshu's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Sincerity?"

Pei Zeyu nodded: "Zhicheng has been working very hard lately and has made great progress. I think that Xuelu place is really holding him back. I think... why don't we send him back to the Wen family's clan school?"

A cold glint flashed in Wen Yuanshu's eyes.

What a clever use of the word "return".

“My lord, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but he caused such a scene at the clan school, and the teachers must still remember it. He also mentioned this to my father in person last time, and my father refused him to his face. How can I ask him for help?”

She sighed, her face genuinely troubled: "I've been troubling my family with so many things lately. Not to mention anything else, it hasn't been long since we had to summon the Marquis to the eastern suburban camp. I really..."

Upon hearing this, Pei Zeyu found himself unable to speak.

After all, compared to getting Pei Zhicheng into the clan school, he had more important things for Wen Yuanshu to do.

Opportunities are precious and should not be used on others.

He sighed heavily, told Wen Yuanshu to rest well, and then left.

Meanwhile, Xie Qianjiao had already made a boast to Pei Zhicheng, but Pei Zeyu failed to handle the matter well, causing Xie Qianjiao's expression to change immediately.

After a moment, Xie Qianjiao softened her expression and said gently, "Never mind, Madam has long been prejudiced against me, so it's alright if she doesn't want to bother with my affairs anymore."

Pei Zeyu, however, did not follow her lead as before, but simply said, "Yuan Shu also has her difficulties, Jiao Jiao, you must be understanding of her."

Xie Qianjiao's expression darkened, and after a long while, she whispered, "Yes."

Pei Zhicheng, who was standing to the side, listened to their conversation, and a gloomy look crept into his eyes.

It's astonishing that his mother would be so understanding of Wen Yuanshu... This has never happened before.

Although he didn't know why everything was different, what he needed to do now was not to dwell on the reasons, but to get back on the right track as soon as possible!

If he doesn't go to the Wen family school and isn't accepted as a student by Mr. Mo, how will he ever catch the eye of the woman he loves?

Even if it weren't for his beloved, he would have to take on the responsibility of the Marquis's mansion in the future. If he didn't have real skills, how could he support such a large family?

Pei Zhicheng now finds himself reminiscing about how Wen Yuanshu meticulously planned everything for him in his past life.

Back then, although he was troubled, he believed that as long as he kept his eyes closed, everything would come to him. Unlike now, he has to plan everything himself, which is really tiring.

Pei Zhicheng sighed.

In this second life, he found himself with no one to rely on.

It's ridiculous.

Pei Zhicheng lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Yes! He's someone who got a second chance, so he definitely had an advantage!

Xuelu has many sons of powerful and wealthy families; by stepping on them, he can still rise to the top!

As winter approaches, the days grow colder, leaves fall, and everything loses its color.

On this day, Pei Xi was given a rare ten-day holiday. Wen Yuanshu forbade him to read any more books, and the two sat together chatting casually, accompanied by the occasional crackling sound from the stove, which was very relaxing.