After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Wen Jiayue didn't care about what the old lady said.

The method she suggested was simply to arrange for Shen Fuhan to take a concubine, something she had already experienced once in her previous life.

Wen Jiayue looked at Ruyi with concern: "How is your face?"

The old lady used tremendous force; her face was already red, and the handprint was clearly visible.

"It's alright, I'm not in pain." Ruyi tried to smile, but the movement aggravated her wound, causing her to wince in pain.

Wen Jiayue said with concern, "Stop talking. There's ointment in the drawer. Apply it quickly."

Ruyi declined, saying, "I have ointment; I'll wait until Madam is settled..."

Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "Ruyi!"

As the lady's authority grew, Ruyi had no choice but to obey.

Wen Jiayue personally applied the ointment before feeding her daughter.

After feeding her daughter, Wen Jiayue was already starving, so Ruyi quickly went to serve the meal.

Finally, she was able to eat. Wen Jiayue sighed with satisfaction and slowly filled her empty stomach.

Ruyi glanced at her young mistress, who was fast asleep, and whispered, "Madam, shall I take the young mistress to the wet nurse?"

“No need,” Wen Jiayue refused. “I want to protect her myself.”

The fact that her wet nurse had been unruly in her past life and had drugged Zhao Zhao had always been a thorn in her side.

This time, she would never let her daughter suffer the slightest grievance; she wished she could just kick the wet nurse out of the mansion.

However, this wet nurse was personally selected by the old lady and could not be easily dismissed.

Finding another wet nurse would also be a laborious task, and we would have to carefully screen her before we could feel at ease.

The best course of action now is to keep our daughter by our side at all times, so that she and Ruyi can take care of her, and then we can slowly select a suitable wet nurse.

Ruyi, unaware of what her mistress was thinking, smiled and said, "Madam really adores Miss and doesn't want to leave her side for even a moment."

Wen Jiayue smiled gently: "I carried this child for ten months and gave birth to him with great difficulty, so naturally I can't cherish him enough."

At this point, she pursed her lips, her smile fading.

In her past life, her heart and soul were completely devoted to Shen Fuhan.

Although he loved his daughter, it was far less than what he loved Shen Fuhan. Only now did he realize how ridiculous he had been.

Men are unreliable; only children are the only true support.

Now that she has the opportunity to raise Zhaozhao again, she is incredibly grateful to God.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, dinner was quickly cleared away.

Ruyi took out the menu and asked, "Madam, is there anything you and the Marquis want to change for your dinner?"

Wen Jiayue didn't even glance at it, and said indifferently, "Just do as it says. You don't need to ask me about such trivial matters in the future."

Shen Fuhan has a problem: he's a picky eater.

Even the chef who had served him since childhood couldn't figure out his preferences and could never cook the dishes he wanted.

However, within a month of marrying into the family, Wen Jiayue had already figured out Shen Fuhan's preferences.

Therefore, the daily meal plan would be delivered by the small kitchen so that Wen Jiayue could review it, add or remove a few dishes, and ensure that Shen Fuhan would be satisfied with his meals.

But now, she doesn't care anymore. She doesn't care if they eat or not; she'd rather starve to death.

Ruyi was bewildered: "Madam, what's wrong?"

The lady used to love studying menus. Every time she saw that the Marquis approved of a meal, she was happier than if she had eaten her fill herself.

Why are you suddenly not even glancing at it today?

Realizing her tone was a bit harsh, Wen Jiayue tried to smooth things over, saying, "I'm just a little tired. Let's talk about these little things after I finish my postpartum confinement."

Ruyi wholeheartedly agreed: "Madam has just given birth to Miss, so naturally you and Miss's health should be the priority. It's truly admirable that Madam can understand this."

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.

In her past life, she even accommodated Shen Fuhan's diet during her postpartum confinement.

Shen Fuhan doesn't eat fish because she finds it fishy, ​​but she is weak after childbirth and fish soup is suitable for her.

Throughout her postpartum period, in order to avoid letting Shen Fuhan smell this scent, she would drink it only when he was not around, or she would rather not drink it at all.

Looking back now, it's really laughable.

After doing so much, all I've done is move myself.

In this life, she will not only live for her daughter, but also for herself, and she will never wrong herself!

“You’re right,” Wen Jiayue said. “I want fish soup tomorrow night. Send someone to the small kitchen to let them know.”

She wanted to drink fish soup in front of Shen Fuhan, hoping to smoke him out of sight and out of mind.

Ruyi replied, "Yes, this servant will go and tell them myself!"

She walked out happily and quickly disappeared into the night.

Wen Jiayue watched her retreating figure, a deep sorrow settling in her eyes.

Next August, Zhaozhao will turn one year old. She went to the temple to fulfill a vow, but an accident happened on her way back. In order to protect her, Ruyi was brutally murdered, first raped and then killed...

She closed her eyes, unable to bear recalling it any longer.

This matter has always been a thorn in her side, and this time, no matter what, Ruyi will live well.

Hearing footsteps, Wen Jiayue wiped away her tears, pretended nothing had happened, and lowered her head to touch her daughter's face.

The footsteps grew closer, sounding somewhat chaotic, indicating that Ruyi was not alone.

Wen Jiayue looked up and saw Shen Funian walking in with her hands on her hips and an arrogant air.

Seeing her sister-in-law gave Wen Jiayue a headache.

Shen Fuhan has one younger sister and two younger brothers. Shen Funian is the third child and is twenty years old this year.

As the only young lady in the family, protected by her older brother and doted on by her younger brother, Shen Funian was proud and arrogant from a young age, but she was bad at judging people.

At the age of fifteen, she was deceived by a scholar who only knew how to use sweet words, and eloped with him without a second thought.

After squandering all the stolen valuables, the scholar disappeared. Shen Funian, carrying her newborn son, slunk back to the Marquis's mansion.

With her reputation ruined and a son to care for, Shen Funian's public image in Chang'an is so bad that she'll probably never be able to get married in her lifetime.

Wen Jiayue didn't think anything of it. Before she married into the family, she thought it would be wonderful to have a sister-in-law in the Marquis's mansion to talk to.

Only after marrying into the family did she realize that her sister-in-law had a strange temper and was impatient; the two of them couldn't see eye to eye at all.

However, Wen Jiayue tried hard to get along with her sister-in-law, always going along with her and visiting her courtyard every now and then.

It wasn't until she discovered that Shen Funian's son, Wang Chengyao, was bullying Zhaozhao that she finally decided to distance herself from her.

Zhao Zhao has just been born, and it's far from that time, but Wen Jiayue doesn't plan to continue supporting her sister-in-law.

People with different values ​​cannot work together; why should you compromise yourself to please others?

"Everyone said it was going to be a big, healthy boy, but it turned out to be a girl! Why is your belly so uncooperative? My older brother was so angry he left the manor!"

Shen Funian glanced at the baby in the pink swaddling clothes and couldn't help but purse her lips.

If it were three years ago, Wen Jiayue would definitely have been saddened to hear these words.

She had just given birth when Shen Fuhan left the manor, showing no regard for her feelings whatsoever.

But now, she doesn't care at all.

Moreover, during their four years of marriage, Shen Fuhan never said anything about her having a daughter, let alone suggested that she have a son.

Occasionally, when the old lady mentioned this matter in front of them, Shen Fuhan would be displeased. The old lady was afraid of her grandson, so she dared not say more, only mentioning it in front of her.

She didn't know why Shen Fuhan wasn't in a hurry before, and she was too embarrassed to ask, but now she knows that the son is to be born to the eldest princess.

She doesn't deserve it.

A strange pang of sadness welled up in Wen Jiayue's heart, but she forced it down.

She snorted: "The Emperor summoned you urgently, and the Marquis had no choice but to go. Does Third Sister want him to stay here with me and disobey the imperial decree?"

Shen Funian choked for a moment, staring at her as if she had seen a ghost.

How could Wen Jiayue, who used to be as gentle as a puddle of water, say such a thing?

However, she didn't care and raised her voice, "You've become confident after having a child, haven't you? How dare you talk to me like that!"

Wen Jiayue readily admitted, "Yes, my daughter is my source of confidence."

Shen Funian curled her lip: "She's just a girl, what kind of confidence does she have? If she's so capable, give my elder brother a son. If the Shen family line ends with you, you'll be a sinner for all eternity!"

Wen Jiayue laughed nonchalantly, "Since the incense has been extinguished, who can judge my crime?"

Shen Funian stared at Wen Jiayue with the look of someone looking at a madwoman.

"That won't do! I'll persuade my elder brother to take a concubine tomorrow and have more sons!"

In her past life, the old lady had said the same thing. Wen Jiayue didn't want Shen Fuhan to take a concubine at all, so she cried and begged until she finally succeeded.

Now she realizes how foolish she was to try and keep a man using such a method.

This time, she just wanted to watch the show, and she didn't know if Shen Fuhan would remain chaste for the sake of the princess.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue spoke with a look of agreement.

"That's what I think too. I need to take care of my health so that I can have more sisters to help the Marquis's family have more children. That would be wonderful."

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed a sharp gaze directed at her.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then looked towards the door.

Shen Fuhan stood with his hands behind his back, looking elegant and refined.

The moonlight fell on his handsome, aloof face, the light and shadow like swords, adding to his indifference.