The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

"My poor Qian'er, how could he have met such a sister? Waaah, Master, you must do justice for us, mother and son!"

Inside the house, the old lady and Su Chengde sat at the head of the table, while Su Wan'er stood to the side, smiling smugly. Liu Hui knelt on the ground, hugging Su Mingqian and crying as she complained to Su Mingde.

The chubby boy in her arms also cried loudly, making a racket that gave Su Fuying a headache.

I feel like killing someone.

Just as Su Mingde was about to get angry, Su Fuying's sobbing voice came, "Mother, Ying'er really didn't know that this was my younger brother. After all, in Ying'er's heart, the eldest son of the Minister's Mansion should be as virtuous and talented as Father. When I saw him today, I thought he was the child of a servant in the mansion."

Upon hearing this, Su Mingde's anger subsided considerably. When his only son was born, he named him Mingqian, hoping that he would "be humble and virtuous, and understand the principles of reason."

But this son had already deviated from his expectations, and being his only son, he couldn't bear to be too attached to him.

"You shameless bastard..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Hui felt insulted that her son was being compared to a servant's son. She almost blurted out something inappropriate, but after taking a deep breath, she softened her tone and said, "Ying'er, even though you don't recognize this as your brother, you can't lay a hand on a child. Even if he is a servant, he is still a human being."

Ah.

Do you want to shut her up with her words?

“Mother, you’re wrong. No matter who it is, they shouldn’t be so unruly. Luckily, it was me who bumped into them today. What if they offended some important person if they continued to be so reckless?”

“If it is the child of a servant, it is perfectly reasonable for me, as the master, to discipline him on behalf of his parents.”

“He is my own brother, so I did the right thing today. As the eldest son of the Minister’s family, he will represent the Minister’s family and Father’s reputation when he goes out. Let him remember today’s lesson so that he will not embarrass Father in the future.”

"you you......"

After hearing her words, Liu Hui was so angry that she almost vomited blood. How could this bitch be so eloquent?

"Grandmother, Father, is Ying'er right?"

At this moment, Su Fuying also raised her head to look at the two people in the main seat. Her voice was still trembling with sobs. Su Chengde heard what she had just said and felt that it made a lot of sense. He couldn't find a suitable reason to punish her.

"Good, Ying'er did well. If children are not disciplined strictly, others will have to discipline them for their parents when they grow up."

Suddenly, the old lady's praise came from inside the room. Liu Hui almost gritted her teeth. "Mother, you are too biased. Look at how badly Qian'er's face has been slapped."

"Ying'er has suffered in the countryside for so long, so what if I show favoritism today?"

Hearing the old lady's strong and resonant voice, Su Fuying couldn't help but feel a warm current flowing through her heart.

Liu Hui stared wide-eyed, her expression one of disbelief. She had expected the old woman to at least put on an act, but instead, she just blurted it out.

"Alright, what kind of behavior is this, making such a racket so early in the morning? Can't a real man tolerate this little injury?"

Su Chengde was getting impatient. He glanced at the time and realized he was about to miss the morning court session. "Other people's children at his age are proficient in music, archery, calligraphy, and all sorts of arts, but he can't even mount a horse properly. Instead of making a scene here, you should teach your good son properly."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Liu Hui slumped on the ground, her eyes filled with panic.

"Ying'er, help your grandmother down to rest."

Finally, the mother and her two children were left looking at each other in bewilderment. "Mother, does Father not like me anymore?"

Su Mingqian's nasal voice came through, and Liu Hui finally came to her senses. A strange emotion flashed in her eyes, and she whispered to comfort him, "How could that be, Qian'er? You must remember that you are your father's only son. In the future, the entire Minister's Mansion will be yours."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light appeared in Su Mingqian's dim eyes, and the fear in his heart was soothed. He struggled to get up and went to find the maid to play.

“Ying’er gave her grandmother acupuncture yesterday, and today she feels full of energy.”

Hearing the old lady's words, Su Fuying smiled and said sweetly, "It's only the first day. It seems that Grandmother is in good health and will get better and better in the future."

As the grandmother and granddaughter were talking, they reached the courtyard gate when a maid's voice came from behind: "Madam, Miss."

"The lady has sent word that Consort Li will be holding a flower-viewing banquet in the palace in three days and has invited the eldest young lady to attend."

"I?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Understood, you go down first."

"Why didn't you refuse? Do you even know who this Consort Li is?"

The old lady was a little worried. She had just wanted to refuse, but Su Fuying had agreed without hesitation.

The woman simply said, "I know, she's my mother's younger sister."

"Liu Hui has been humiliated by you. Now that she's in the palace, who knows how Consort Li will make things difficult for you?"

"If their design fails this time, they will try again and again. We will deal with whatever comes our way."

"You've even started comforting your grandmother. Oh well, whatever happens, just go to your grandmother. She'll always be your strong support."

Su Fuying smiled and affectionately took the old lady's hand, saying softly, "Yes, Grandmother."

Back in the courtyard, Su Fuying lay on the bed, feeling somewhat tired. "Biluo."

"Go, find me a set of men's clothes."

Despite her doubts, Biluo obediently went to do it anyway.

She slept until the afternoon. Shielding her eyes from the glaring light, Biluo heard Su Fuying get up, knock on the door, and enter. "Miss, the old lady has brought you lunch. Please eat after you wake up."

Su Fuying felt a warmth in her heart; this old lady was truly kind.

"I'm going out for a bit, so you'd better make sure the house is tidied up."

"Miss, I want to go too."

"I'll take you out to play next time. Miss has important business to attend to today."

After finishing his meal, he changed his clothes and nimbly climbed over the wall from the backyard.

My first visit to Beijing was a bustling and vibrant experience, with crowds of people everywhere.

As I strolled around, I noticed some exquisite ornaments on the stalls next to me, which sparked a rare sense of curiosity in me.

Suddenly I saw a mask stall, and the image of that man's tall and straight figure flashed into my mind.

"Doctor, please save my child. His father died early, leaving only my child and me to depend on each other. If he dies, I won't live either."

A commotion behind her interrupted Su Fuying's thoughts. Turning around, she saw a woman dressed as a married woman holding a small boy with a purplish face, barely breathing.

The doctor from Renhetang stood at the door and earnestly said, "Aunt Li, it's not that we don't want to help, but there's nothing we can do in this situation, and there's no need to waste this money."

"No, it's impossible! How could my little Jie bear to leave his mother? Waaah!"

Although she was unwilling to admit it, the person in her arms, whose breathing was gradually weakening, let her know that it was true.

“This Aunt Li is really pitiful. Before the New Year, her husband went out to work and was killed by wild wolves on his way back. Now her only son is going to die too.”

"Yes, I fell down the stairs yesterday, but I was fine then. How did this happen today?"

"It's truly pitiful; the Li family is likely to die out."

"Even Dr. Gu from Renhetang said there's no way to save him; I'm afraid it's truly beyond saving."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Su Fuying frowned. It must be a pneumothorax caused by a broken rib.

Just as I was about to step forward, I saw a young man emerge from Renhe Hall. He was dressed in a dark blue robe with a black sash around his waist, from which hung a white jade pendant. He stood on the steps with an upright posture.

The man glanced around at the crowd and said gently, "Everyone, please disperse and don't disturb the patient's breathing."

Su Fuying looked slightly surprised. In ancient times, not many people would have known to disperse the crowd and allow the patient to breathe more fresh air.