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

Hua Sirong: "Mom, please stop talking. I can figure it out. It's just that I can't accept it right now. I thought I could find a quiet corner to stay in and think about my father and mother for another three years."

Who knew…

Mother Wang hugged Hua Sirong and said, "My dear girl, I understand, I know what I'm doing, my good girl."

At this moment, Chunyan, who was guarding the courtyard, called out, "Miss, Seventh Miss is here."

Wang's mother quickly wiped Hua Sirong's face before going out to lift the curtain and invite her in.

"Cousin, this time I've got my mother's approval to stay at your place for a few days."

Hua Sirong had calmed down by now. "If you like, you can stay in my courtyard for as long as you like. But you don't have to go to school these days, do you?" She's been playing around for days on end.

He Zhizhu covered her face. In her previous life, she had clearly graduated from the girls' school. In this life, why was she not dominating everyone, but instead everyone who saw her would ask, "Have you skipped school?"

"Cousin, it's one thing for people who don't know the inside story to ask me such discouraging questions. But don't you know the truth, cousin?"

I've already learned all those things, and they might not even be of any use to me in my daily life. Why should I waste my time to torture myself again?

Hua Sirong was taken aback; what she said actually made a lot of sense.

Seeing Hua Sirong's expression, He Zhizhu felt that her actions were even more justifiable. "Cousin, I had to go through a lot of trouble to get my mother to agree to let me come to Qingwu Courtyard to keep you company for a few days."

"Please have some mercy and let me dawdle for a few more days."

As for enrollment, let's postpone it as long as possible.

He Zhizhu: "By the way, cousin. I haven't congratulated you yet on starting to look for your ideal husband."

Hua Sirong raised her eyebrows, "Yes, I'd better choose a promising scholar for myself. Don't be disappointed, cousin."

He Zhizhu naturally understood what she meant. "My cousin found me a great husband. I'm overjoyed. Why should I be disappointed?"

Hua Sirong: "I'm not like you, I don't have the ability to see the future. So, I don't know how amazing your future cousin-in-law is."

He Zhizhu tentatively asked, "With someone like Master Jiang vetting your future cousin, are you worried about your future husband not having a bright future?"

Hua Sirong curled her lips, "In my cousin's prophetic dream, did my cousin not have her aunt and uncle checking things out? Your eldest cousin is the heir apparent, your own brother, didn't he check things out either?"

Was the person you chose in your past life capable? Did they have a promising future?

He Zhizhu: "Cousin! You're just trying to annoy me. Although my life ended badly, you know what, your cousin-in-law really rose through the ranks with the support of the Marquis's mansion."

Especially later, he rose to even greater heights by stepping on the ruins of the once-powerful marquis's mansion.

Hua Sirong: "So, it seems that your aunts did their best when choosing a husband for you."

He Zhizhu rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you can know a person's face but not their heart. Who knew he was just using my family as a stepping stone? Once he gained power, he forgot the kindness he showed us."

They showed absolutely no regard for their marital relationship.

Hua Sirong took the opportunity to pinch her cheek, "With a prophet like you in this life, the Marquis's mansion should never fall. So, do you still want to rekindle your relationship with my former cousin-in-law?"

He Zhizhu stood up abruptly. "Am I crazy? To be with a murderer?"

Hua Sirong, however, had a different view: "You have the initiative in your life. You know all his weaknesses. It would be easy to control him and his family."

He Zhizhu kept shaking her head, "No, no, I've really had enough of him. Even if I had to find a tall guy in a beggar's den, I wouldn't choose this two-faced beast."

After saying that, her mind raced, and she looked at Hua Sirong in disbelief, "I said, my dear cousin, if I told you the information about the man you married in your past life, you wouldn't want to marry him again, would you?"

Perhaps she has masochistic tendencies.

"If you really want to choose him, you might as well agree to the promising prince I chose for you."

Although my cousin's status limits her from becoming the principal wife, with the support of our Marquis's mansion, if the Jiang family agrees to help, she might be able to become a concubine.

Hua Sirong began to calculate in her mind. In her previous life, the fourth prince failed to ascend to the throne. According to Hua Sirong, the second prince, who was related to the Jiang family, also failed to ascend to the throne. Therefore, only the eldest prince and the third prince remained as princes in the current dynasty.

She became even more certain and asked, "If I were to become the Second Prince's concubine, it would be understandable for Uncle Jiang to help me. But for other princes, I'm afraid Uncle Jiang wouldn't be so inclined to intervene."

On the one hand, it would affect the relationship between the Jiang family and the Second Prince. On the other hand, if I entered the prince's residence through the Jiang family's influence, even as a concubine, he would probably still be suspicious of me.

He Zhizhu slapped her forehead, "Oh dear, I was only thinking that you've gained a new backer, and I completely forgot that the Jiang family has its own royal bloodline."

Hua Sirong chimed in, "Look, wealthy families have so many things to worry about, so many entanglements, it's really making my head spin."

I can't adapt to this kind of life, cousin. Please let me go and let me choose an ordinary family to live a peaceful life.

He Zhizhu pouted, "Don't I know how to choose a simple life in the inner quarters? But based on my own experience in my past life, those so-called simple lives are just simple in appearance."

Marrying someone of equal social standing is actually more important, at least everyone will be mindful of their reputation, leave room for maneuver in their words and actions, and won't completely break off relations.

But these common folk wouldn't do that. Their arguments had no limits; they'd utter the most vulgar language imaginable, and some even resorted to violence. They were simply, utterly, like shrewish scoundrels.

Thinking about her experiences in her previous life, He Zhizhu was still trembling with anger.

It's clear that he really did suffer a loss in his past life.

Hua Sirong patted the little girl's head. "It's alright. Keep your eyes open and choose someone you like. But I'm different from you."

"You were born the legitimate daughter of a noble family; your marriage was a step down. I am the daughter of a merchant; although I live a comfortable life, marrying a scholar is a step up, a change of social standing."

"If I were to choose someone from a wealthy family, I would really lose face in front of him."

I'll find a poor but somewhat conscientious scholar, and I'll pay for his studies to help him pass the imperial examinations. If he succeeds and remembers my kindness, he'll be willing to give me the respect due to a proper wife.

If I raise my own children well, won't my future be bright?

He Zhizhu, after all, had some experience in her past life. "My cousin's idea is not wrong, but how can you rely on others to uphold your conscience?"

What if the other party suddenly becomes successful and neglects his wife, favoring his concubines?

"Aren't there enough ways to discipline women in the inner quarters?" She herself has suffered enough from the hardships of the inner quarters, hardships that you can't even describe, you can only endure them.

This is based on her experience.