The cousin's family is extremely wealthy; she deserves to be a concubine.

"Logically speaking, the two of them shouldn't have been assigned to Qingwu Courtyard, so I asked Qiuyi for a word."

It must be something that happened on the day of your wedding, Young Madam, and the Young Master that caused the master of the manor to take his anger out on that person in Qingwu Courtyard.

It's unclear who was pulling the strings behind the scenes, but in the end, Xiaoya and Fufeng were chosen as the maids to serve in Qingwu Courtyard.

When Yuan Tiaotiao first married into the manor, although she knew what had happened on her wedding day, she, as a newlywed bride, was not in a position to inquire about the specifics.

And since she wasn't involved, the matter was eventually dropped.

Yuan Tiaotiao said expressionlessly, "There are advantages to being restless."

"If everyone were to follow the rules and behave like Wen Hua, I would be worried. In the inner quarters, what we fear most are those cats and dogs that don't bite, yet they are the ones who kill without drawing blood."

"With talents like Xiaoya and Fufeng, I, as their master, am able to reap the benefits without lifting a finger."

Du Juan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, but she still had deep feelings for Yuan Tiaotiao and couldn't help but ask:

"Your Majesty just said that it's like inviting a wolf into the house, and I wholeheartedly agree. It's not reassuring to keep such a restless person by my side."

Yuan Tiao Tiao sighed, "How could I not know this? But I am a woman, and my battlefield is this small place in the inner quarters. My enemies are these women who covet the young master."

"Don't worry, of Xiaoya and Fufeng, I will only keep one of them to serve the young master. As for who will be the final victor, that depends on their performance."

After saying that, he revealed a bloodthirsty expression, which made Du Juan's heart tighten.

----

In the second daughter's room, her aunt was giving her sexual instruction.

This matter should have been handled by a nanny sent by Madam Zhan, but this concubine felt that Madam Zhan would not do her best, and since she felt that she had more experience in this area than Madam Zhan, she volunteered.

Mrs. Zhan was happy to be a hands-off manager and let the mother and daughter do whatever they wanted.

"Aunt, don't try to teach me with those tricks you used to seduce Father. I'm marrying into the Xin family as their legal wife." He Zhihuan blushed with embarrassment.

"Pah! All men are the same. Not a single man in the world likes a wooden beauty."

He Zhihuan's face suddenly turned pale. "I am the wife, and you are the concubine. A wife should be like a stepmother, dignified and virtuous."

Only a concubine like you is required to use her beauty to serve others.

It wasn't that He Zhihuan deliberately spoke so righteously to hurt her aunt's feelings.

Rather, it was because she failed to inherit the good qualities of her parents; her looks were only average, and she couldn't live up to the high expectations her aunt had for her.

"You silly child, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Don't think your aunt's words are harsh. You should know that when these two are asleep at night and the lights are out, whether they are beautiful or ugly, they are all the same.

That's different. It all depends on whether you're willing to swallow your pride and make the guy comfortable.

He Zhihuan, being inexperienced in such matters, was filled with shame and indignation. "Auntie, please stop talking."

Knowing the principle of moderation, she shared her secrets to capturing the male master with her.

As long as this reasoning reaches He Zhihuan's ears, even if she doesn't take it seriously today, she won't be able to resist using it to win over her husband in the future.

Thinking of this, she changed the subject, "Back when you were just born, you were such a tiny little bundle, and in the blink of an eye, you're about to get married." Then she started to sob.

He Zhihuan was initially somewhat angry with her aunt, but since she was going to live in a completely unfamiliar place the next day, she unconsciously felt a strong urge to be close to her aunt who had given birth to her.

"Don't cry, Aunt. I'll be back in three days, and I'll be bringing your son-in-law with me." He Zhihuan forced back her tears and shame.

“Your son-in-law is a good student. When you go to the Xin family, take good care of your mother-in-law and son-in-law. Once your son-in-law becomes successful, you will have a good life.”

"Also, don't be foolish enough to take out all the money you have, especially the money your father and I secretly gave you, and let your mother-in-law and husband trick you into giving it all away."

"In life, you have to know how to keep a secret, you know?"

He Zhihuan was puzzled, and her aunt, forgetting her tears, said, "I cooperated with your mother-in-law to set the wedding date for the first day of the second month so that you could get a larger dowry."

A dowry is a woman's source of security and support in her husband's family.

Your mother-in-law doesn't seem like a good person to me, but your son-in-law seems like a good one now.

But what if you and that old hag have a conflict someday? Your aunt won't know whether your son-in-law will side with you or with the old hag.

"So, my son, you must be more careful. Only by keeping good things in your own hands can others keep asking for your help, and only then can you truly live up to the title of Miss Marquis in the Xin family."

He Zhihuan seemed to be deep in thought.

---

On the first day of the second lunar month, just as dawn was breaking, the Muqing Marquis's residence became lively.

Thanks to the fact that the second daughter of the Marquis's family chose to get married on the first day of the second lunar month, Hua Sirong had a vague feeling that her own wedding would also be a grand affair.

When she and He Zhihuan bid farewell to everyone at the Marquis's residence, a little incident occurred.

Yuan Tiaotiao specifically mentioned, "I heard from people around me that my cousin's wedding dress seemed to have been torn, and my second sister had an extra one, so she gave it to you to wear."

I've seen my second sister's wedding dress before. But the one my cousin is wearing today doesn't look like the one my second sister gave her.

Upon hearing this, He Zhihuan couldn't help but lift half of the veil and look at Hua Sirong.

Despite her meticulously applied makeup, her brows furrowed slightly. "This is definitely not the one I kindly sent over yesterday."

A hurt expression resurfaced on her face. "My cousin would rather wear the one with holes than wear the extra one I have?"

My cousin kept saying yesterday that she didn't mind, but she was just trying to make me happy.

Before Hua Sirong could speak, Yuan Tiaotiao stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "It seems that my cousin saw that her wedding dress was damaged, so she sent someone to a shop outside to buy a new one."

“How can a bride wear a patched-up wedding dress on her big day? Even if my cousin herself doesn’t mind, I, as her sister-in-law, will feel embarrassed.”

After saying this, she ignored the grim faces of the people in the Marquis's mansion and went forward to examine Hua Sirong's bridal gown, as if she wanted to find the hole in it.

It was as if she wanted to prove to everyone that Hua Sirong was indeed wearing a new dress, and that she hadn't deliberately worn a ripped wedding gown to embarrass the Marquis's family.

Granny Yan, who had been attending to Hua Sirong, rushed forward upon seeing this and, taking advantage of the moment when she was bowing to Yuan Tiaotiao, shielded Hua Sirong behind her.

“Young Madam has a good eye. My young lady’s wedding dress is definitely not the one that was damaged, nor is it the one that the second young lady sent yesterday.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned rather unpleasant.