Marrying a royal playboy and becoming a glamorous matriarch

Then, the eldest prince raised his eyes, which sparkled.

"I hope to prove myself."

If Wei Qingrou were here, she would probably shake her head and sigh: "I'm not afraid of rich kids squandering their money, I'm afraid of rich kids suddenly wanting to prove themselves."

Qin Ping'an didn't understand, but chose to respect it.

"Alright, then go to the accounting and construction office. All the newly recruited accountants are receiving unified training there."

"it is good."

The eldest prince strolled forward leisurely, his steps light and easy.

Although he appeared calm and composed, he couldn't hide his excitement.

As Qin Ping'an gazed at the First Prince's figure, he inexplicably felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his relationship with Wei Lanxin.

"There is absolutely no problem with our relationship."

Wei Lanxin was very confident and spoke fluently.

"Okay, that's good." Wei Qingrou nodded gently, her gaze encouraging her to continue.

"The love between me and the Crown Prince is real. He respects me and listens to me in everything."

Wei Lanxin was very pleased with herself, glancing sideways at Wei Qingrou, "Qin Ping'an usually doesn't listen to you, does he?"

Wei Qingrou didn't refute, "Yes, he has his own ideas."

"I knew it. To put it bluntly, he's a chauvinist who only cares about his own feelings and doesn't care about other people's lives at all."

"Luckily, I eloped with the Crown Prince, otherwise, I was really afraid he would relentlessly pursue me."

Wei Lanxin revealed a smug smile, but the next moment she seemed to sense something was wrong and raised an eyebrow at Wei Qingrou.

"However, don't worry, I don't like this arrogant guy. I'll just mess with him at most."

"Elder sister, why are you playing him for a fool?"

Wei Qingrou showed a hint of curiosity.

She was genuinely curious; although Qin Ping'an was a dissolute playboy, he wasn't stupid.

It takes skill to outsmart him. Wei Qingrou wanted to hear his secrets and learn from him; humility makes one better, after all.

"Before, I only had to say a few words and he obediently handed over 100,000 taels of silver to me. How about that? Impressive, right?"

Wei Lanxin raised her eyebrows, her face full of smugness.

"That's really impressive." Wei Qingrou nodded, feeling a prickling sensation in the softest part of her heart.

"Haha, of course I'm amazing, otherwise the Crown Prince wouldn't have eloped with me. That's called grasping the customer's pain points and doing precise public relations."

Wei Qingrou listened silently, wondering if Wei Lanxin had been in the public relations department in her past life?

"Sigh, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. You feudal women are all uncultured, always putting men first, and never living your own lives."

“My elder sister is right. The husband is the head of the household, and that has always been the case.”

While flattering her, Wei Qingrou steered the conversation back on track.

"Since there's nothing wrong with your relationship with the Crown Prince, he'll definitely take you with him if he goes back, right?"

"Go back? Where?"

Wei Lanxin's smugness froze, then turned into doubt, and then into sharpness.

“He won’t go back, he definitely won’t go back, and we definitely won’t go back.”

Her eyes widened, and her entire body was instantly covered in spikes, filled with nothing but repulsion.

"How can you be so sure, elder sister? After all, your lives are going through a very difficult time right now, aren't they?"

Wei Qingrou coaxed softly, feeling like a villain trying to sow discord.

But the matter of returning to the palace was urgent, and every means had to be used.

If economic hardship can't make them turn back immediately, then we must sow maggots in their spirits.

It doesn't matter if a move is bad or bad, as long as it's good enough.

"The eldest prince used to be the most noble in the entire Great Zhao Dynasty. He was pampered and had a high position and great power. Before him was a bright road that everyone could support."

"Now that he's come out with you, he can only live under an assumed name and work as a bookkeeper to make a living. Don't you think he feels resentful?"

"No! No! He loves me, and our love is far better than those vulgar things!"

"How could you, a pathetic old-fashioned feudal wretch, understand the preciousness of love?"

"Do you understand something you'll never have in your entire life?"

"I'm home, I'm not going to talk to you anymore."

The carriage stopped, and Wei Lanxin rushed out with her things in hand, without looking back.

Wei Qingrou lifted the carriage curtain and said calmly to her retreating figure, "Sister, think carefully about the future. How much longer do you want to endure such hardship?"

Without looking back, Wei Lan carried the rice and flour bags inside, swinging the oil jar around as she did so, spilling a lot of sesame oil out.

The auntie who lived next door threw down her basket of bean pods and rushed over, shouting loudly.

"Oh dear, this sesame oil is such a waste! You young wife don't know how to manage money. Your husband isn't some big shot, so why are you so wasteful?"

Wei Lanxin stood at the doorway, turning halfway to look back.

An elderly woman dressed in patched coarse cloth knelt on the ground, scraping out the mud stained with sesame oil.

Her messy hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, her sideburns loose and disheveled, concealing her rough and loose skin.

Seeing Wei Lanxin looking at her, the woman shrank back and said matter-of-factly, "This is what you don't want, so if I pick it up, it's mine."

Then, she hurriedly carried the mud home, afraid that Wei Lanxin would snatch it from her.

Wei Lanxin continued to look back, where a fine horse-drawn carriage was parked by the roadside, even the wheels of the carriage were shiny and smooth.

Her half-sister leaned out of the carriage, dressed in shimmering brocade, her hair jet black and glossy, styled in a fashionable updo, adorned with jade and jewels, her face charming and exquisite from head to toe.

She simply smiled faintly, yet she exuded an air of dignified elegance, befitting a respectable and noble woman.

Wei Lan felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had seen her entire life in that one glance.

Either become a noblewoman like Wei Qingrou, or be like the aunt next door, suffering day after day, even digging out and eating the specks of oil sprinkled in the soil.

She hurriedly locked the door and stood there, stunned.

She didn't come to her senses until she smelled the greasy smell coming from next door.

She tidied up the things she had brought back, boiled water to wash herself, put on her most beautiful and luxurious robes, brewed a pot of fragrant tea, and gradually came back to her senses and relaxed in the aroma of tea filling the room.

Just then, the door outside rang.

Wei Lanxin lifted her skirt and walked out, but when she opened the door, she saw the aunt next door carrying a bowl of vegetables.

"Young lady, I used some of your sesame oil to cook some dishes, so I came to bring you some. Don't blame me for taking advantage of you."

Looking at the dirt under her fingernails, Wei Lanxin felt disgusted and nauseous.

"No, thank you. I won't eat it."

"Oh, you don't need to be so polite with me."

The aunt didn't allow her to refuse and went straight to her kitchen, pouring the vegetables into a bowl.

"You haven't lit the fire yet? It's not good for your husband to come home from work to a cold stove and empty pots. Hurry up and cook some food."

The woman muttered to herself and left the courtyard.

Wei Lanxin looked at the stir-fried vegetables she had left behind, her mind filled with the image of her long fingernails holding the bowl of vegetables.

It was filled with black mud.