"Wan'er, don't worry, Dad will find a genius doctor to treat you, Dad will never let you have trouble, you believe Dad." He is just such a daughter, the baby girl who was hurting on the cusp of the heart when he was a child. Wan'er is happy and carefree, but since marrying into this Changyuanhou mansion, everything has changed.
Over the years, he has been regretting and regretting that he married his daughter into this Changyuanhou Mansion. He and Pei Shengkang were irresistible friends. Pei Shengkang was indeed very good. He asked for this marriage for his son before he died, hoping to rely on him. The relationship with the emperor continued to flourish in the Baochang Yuanhou Mansion. At that time, he also thought that Pei Shengkang's son would not be bad.
So he decided without authorization and promised Wan'er to the Pei family. If he had known that Pei Qinghan was such a person, how would he never marry his daughter to him.
Even though he had the answer in his mind, he still asked, "That fellow Pei Qinghan, how kind to you lately?"
Dongfang Wan'er smiled lightly, concealing the sadness in her eyes, "What's good or bad, it's an old husband and wife."
The more she was like this, the more heartache Dongfang Mu felt. Pei Qinghan had carried several aunts in a row less than three months after her illness. Now, in Changyuanhou's Mansion, Wan'er is the mistress in name, but she is really in charge. , But she was a lowly concubine, and those servants no longer regarded her as a mistress. He had been in the mansion for so long, and he didn't even have a tea delivery company.
"Wan'er, do you want to stay here to be honest with Dad? If you want to leave, Dad will take you away today."
He made this proposal more than once, but Wan'er refused every time. She said that she was already the spilled water, and she was the mistress of this Changyuanhou Mansion. If she went home with her father like this, it would be harmful to her father. Face.
But this time, Dongfang Wan'er was a little moved. She knew that she was going to die soon, and didn't want the last moment of her life to be spent in this room. She wanted to go out and have a look and see how the outside world changed. What did it look like, look at the world for her child who hasn't had time to call her mother.
"Father, if I go with you, what should outsiders say about me?" Although she was moved, she still hesitated.
Dongfang Mu shook his hand: "No matter what they say and what we have to do with us, we live our lives, and they just say what they like. We won't lose a piece of meat because of this."
Seeing his daughter still hesitating, he said again: "Wan'er, Dad is old, what storms have not been experienced? Don't say just picking you back to your mother's house to recover from illness, even if you want to get along with him, Dad will help you."
The word Heli, like a muffled thunder, thundered in her ears. She had also thought about that the little concubine promoted by Pei Qinghan, when he was in front of her, would be the same as Pei Qinghan again and again. When facing her face and looking affectionately at the bitch, these two words appeared in her mind more than once.
But she was not reconciled, not reconciled to let the bitch get what she wanted, so she kept going like this.
"Father, I'm going with you, but I don't want to reconcile, even if I leave, I still want to occupy the seat of the mistress and prevent the bitch from getting what he wants."
Dongfang Mu was overjoyed, his daughter finally got the hang of it, and finally figured it out.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements. Let's go today." Dongfang Mu asked his daughter to lie down and covered her with a quilt. He was about to go to Pei Qinghan to talk about it. A girl hurried in, her expression a little flustered, as if she did. It's like someone is pushing her.