To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

Madam Qian seemed not to hear Fu Jingsheng's words. She had a strong opinion about Su Ziyu fainting on her wedding day: "She really is a young lady from a prominent family. Her body is so weak. She fainted before the wedding night even started. How can she possibly withstand the wedding night with such a body?"

Hearing the old lady's harsh words, Donghong's eyes reddened with anger: "Old lady, our young lady has always been in good health. She just fainted because she was upset. Don't talk nonsense."

What is meant by "what to do on the wedding night"?

Is this something to be believed?

"I didn't say anything wrong. At such a young age, to faint over a little bit of anger, what kind of person is that? I'm already old, I wouldn't be like that."

Ms. Qian was resentful.

It's like everyone's been wronged before.

She faints at the slightest provocation, yet she claims it's not because she's unwell.

Fu Jingsheng felt a headache coming on.

What's all this about?

"Mother, there are still many guests waiting to be entertained outside. You should say less and stay with Ziyu. I'll go and entertain the guests." Fu Jingsheng chose to flee almost immediately.

The doctor came out of the inner room, and Qian rushed up to him: "Doctor, how is my daughter-in-law? Why did she suddenly faint?"

This doctor wasn't brought by the Su family; he was the one Qian had consulted several times when she wasn't feeling well. He had seen Qian before, so naturally he was on her side now.

“Madam, her health is not poor.” The doctor lowered his voice. “Please have the servants leave. I’m not sure whether we should say anything about this.”

Upon hearing this, Madam Qian dismissed the servants, asking, "What's wrong?"

"She's pregnant; the pregnancy pulse confirms it's been two months," the doctor said.

Upon hearing this, Qian's face lit up with joy at first, but then she began to doubt: "That's not right, two months, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"If you don't believe me, you can find another doctor to come to your home. She was just upset and her mood is unstable, which is causing the pregnancy to be unstable. She needs to rest in bed more."

Madam Qian smiled and had someone see the doctor out. Then, she turned around and slapped Dong Hong across the face: "Your young lady is truly shameless, marrying into my family while two months pregnant. Tell me, whose child is she carrying? If you can't say for sure, there's no need for this wedding today. Our family doesn't marry women who are heavily pregnant."

Hearing the old lady's words, Donghong felt a chill run down her spine: "Madam, have you forgotten that if you hadn't failed in your scheme against Miss Biao and instead turned your attention to my young lady, would she be pregnant now? The child in her belly is of course the son-in-law's. If you don't believe me, you can call the son-in-law to confront me."

At that moment, Donghong felt sorry for her mistress.

A young lady of noble birth can marry into any family. But marrying into the Fu family means living with such an unreasonable old lady.

Miss, are you sure you can make the right choice?

"Don't think I don't know about that matter. It's only been a month or so since then, but your young lady is already two months pregnant. I've given birth before, and I can calculate these dates. You can't fool me."

She's only been with her son for a little over a month, but she's two months pregnant. Who are you kidding?

"Call your son-in-law over and ask him yourself." Donghong ignored the old lady and went inside to serve her young mistress.

Madam Qian felt as if the sky had fallen, and in a panic, she sent someone to find Fu Jingsheng.

She had to get to the bottom of this.

If the dates don't match, the wedding doesn't need to take place.

She's a remarkable young lady from the Su family. Her son is even the top scholar in the imperial examination.

She won't agree to let you bring the child into the house.