The Prime Minister’s Mansion is very lively today, red lanterns are hung at the door, and dignitaries are constantly walking in with gifts.
"I wish the old lady a long life." The visitor cupped his hands and opened his mouth to speak.
"Lord Wang, please come inside." The speaker was wearing a light blue embroidered emerald smoke skirt, a few gold hairpins on his head, and jade bracelets on his hands. He was dressed grandly and smiled warmly.
"Okay, okay." Mrs. Wang asked inside, looked at the people standing beside him, and called out, "Mrs. Ling."
Madam Ling nodded, pursed her lips and smiled lightly, which made people dazzled. She was quite similar to Ling Yu. She was wearing a plain dress, embroidered with blooming peonies, revealing a touch of elegance, and her complexion was slightly Shi Fendai, her skin is fair and rosy, her lips are smeared with a touch of red.
Even though she has given birth to two children, she still looks shy like a young girl, with a graceful waist, and she looks more dignified and elegant when she smiles lightly.
Mrs. Ling came from a famous family, and she is a real lady.
On the other hand, Aunt Zhang, who is warmly greeting the visitors, is the niece of Mrs. Ling, who was born in a small merchant family, and was chosen by Mrs. Ling to be Ling Wei's concubine. Now she has two sons.
"Master Li." Aunt Zhang smiled when she saw the door of the carriage opened, "Mrs. Li is here too, hurry up, please come inside, the banquet will start soon."
Master Li was trying to save face, and looked at Aunt Zhang with a smile, while Mrs. Li smiled distantly, her eyes fell aside, and she smiled again, "Mrs. Ling, long time no see."
"Ruixiang, is the young master alright?" Mrs. Ling answered naturally.
The two are close friends in the boudoir and have been in contact with each other for these years. The other party just gave birth to a son.
"Alright." Mrs. Li responded cheerfully, walking inside while talking, completely ignoring Aunt Zhang.
As the main wife, she was naturally on the same front as Mrs. Ling. Mrs. Ling and Ling Wei didn't know what to think, and gave the housekeeper to a concubine.
No matter how capable she is, isn't she still a concubine
Aunt Zhang saw Mrs. Li's actions, and then looked at Mrs. Ling standing aside, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes. It was this soft and weak appearance that made the prime minister feel pity for her all these years, and finally let her A son was born.
When Concord only had her two sons before, Ling Wei obviously had high hopes for her son, and she benefited from it. Ever since Yang Ruo's son was born, she clearly felt that Ling Wei wanted to train him.
One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, if Yang Ruo's child is promising, then her child will always be just a bastard, a bastard that others look down upon!
However, this Ling Yu marrying into the royal family is not a fancy thing now, some people must be watching the jokes, not to mention the disgust of the old lady Ling, she often chatters with her.
Obviously she is more capable than Yang Ruo, and can take care of the house, but because she is a concubine, these wives feel that she is inferior!
The more she thought about it, the more unbalanced she became, she smiled and walked towards Mrs. Ling, pretending to be casual, "Hey, the banquet is about to start, will Xiaoyu come back?"
"The old lady misses her."
Hearing this, Madam Ling, who was chatting with Madam Li, calmed down a bit, and looked at the intersection where Ling Yu might appear, her eyes worried, "Yu'er said that she would come back with the prince."
"That would be the best." Aunt Zhang continued to laugh, with a sneer in her heart.
Everyone in the city didn't know that King Xian intended to marry Concubine Mo Gui. When Ling Yu married, King Xian ignored her at all and would not serve tea if she didn't come back. Now he even said that King Xian would accompany her back.
Wanting to save face is not the way to save face, be careful and even more embarrassing.
Before Mrs. Ling could speak, Aunt Zhang continued to raise her voice, "Sister, since Xiaoyu and the prince are going to come back together, let's wait here."
As soon as they heard that King Xian was coming back, many people looked at the intersection.
Prime Minister Ling holds a lot of power, the second prince, fifth prince and eighth prince will also come to celebrate his birthday, and if they can't come, they will be given gifts, but Ji Yang is different.
He is the emperor's younger brother, and the empress dowager and the former king also indulged him, but it's not easy to see him whenever he wants.
Many people are waiting to get close to Ji Yang.
"I don't know if the prince will come." Madam Ling waited for a while, her brows gradually knit together.
She also heard about Ling Yu's affairs, and she felt sorry for her daughter. Now that the prince is willing to accompany her back, the relationship between the two should have eased a lot, right
Judging from the news sent back by Madam Xu, the two seem to get along very well.
In the anticipation of everyone, a carriage slowly appeared in their field of vision.
The body of the expensive pear tree is carved with exquisite patterns, and the sweaty BMW is in the front. Xia He Qiuyu and the groom of the palace are sitting in front of the car, and they are coming here.
"Yu'er." Madam Ling moved her lips, her eyes were filled with joy, and she took two steps forward.
"Ma'am, Miss and Uncle will be here soon, don't get excited." The girl next to her reminded softly.
"Yes, yes, we'll be there soon." Madam Ling smiled and took back her steps.
Aunt Zhang looked at the luxuriously decorated carriage, and her expression of watching the show faded. Could it be that Ling Yu really won King Xian? Then her son is even less status.
She smiled, but her eyes sank.
Why is Yang Ruo so lucky
"Woo." The groom pulled the rope, the carriage stopped slowly, and the two maids jumped down, stretching out their hands to hold up the curtain.
Madam Ling smiled. Ling Yu had just married, she was very worried, it was not easy to meet each other, she had been looking forward to it for a few days.
In her line of sight, Ling Yu bent down, wearing a light yellow waist-supporting skirt with a touch of milky white on it, and a pearl hairpin on her head. People feel amazing.
"Mother." Even though Ling Yu was excited, she walked in the direction of Mrs. Ling in small steps.
Xia He lowered the curtain, bowed her head and followed behind.
"Yu'er." Madam Ling's eyes were filled with love, and she reached out to take her hand.
"Xiaoyu, where is the prince? Didn't you say that the prince will come back with you?" Aunt Zhang looked at the carriage going to the back door with clear eyes, and looked at Ling Yu pretending to be puzzled.
"That's right, where's the prince?" Madam Ling also returned to her senses.
The person Xu Momo sent back that day said that King Xian said that he would come back with Ling Yu, and she didn't think too much about it. At this time, she looked at the people around her and her daughter from the corner of her eye, and was also taken aback.
Combined with the previous events, she pulled Ling Yu and walked in, "Mother hasn't talked to you for a long time, let's go back to the room first."
Husband is a woman's god, if Ling Yu continues like this, what should I do
Ling Yu was dragged into the room by her. As soon as she entered the room, before she said anything, Mrs. Ling had already started to wipe her tears, sobbing softly, "What should I do?"
"What should I do?" Ling Yu frowned.
"If you continue like this, what are you going to do?" Madam Ling looked at her weakly, "Your father still has some feelings for me, but because of years of infertility after giving birth to you, your grandmother forced him to take a concubine, but I also have you and your father, Ke Yuer, what are you going to do?"
Just thinking about it, she knew what was going on outside now.
Just like the day when I returned home, I lost all face and had to endure cynicism.
"Mother wants to bear it for you, but I can't, and I can't." Madam Ling touched her face with tears in her eyes, "My daughter..."
"Mother, the lord said... he'll be here in a while, and now he's entering the palace." Seeing her like this, Ling Yu couldn't help but speak.
"Really?" Madam Ling's eyes lit up with hope.
"... Hmm." Ling Yu squeezed out a smile.
In fact, she didn't know if it was true, but she just instinctively believed in Ji Yang.
Mrs. Ling regained her mood now, took her hand and started chatting about family affairs, Ling Yu looked at her, she was always so gentle and gentle, it was no coincidence.
With the title of the prime minister's wife, no aunt has real power in her hands.
"Mother, is Aunt Zhang still in charge of the accounts in the mansion?" Ling Yu asked aloud.