Within two days after Sima Xi left, Miao was still as stable as a rock, but Sima Qing could no longer hold back and asked several times, intentionally or unintentionally, when the concubine, Ms. Yu, would be allowed to enter the house. Miao was very unhappy, but she had already said something hypocritical. Although she was overbearing and unreasonable, she still kept her promise and ordered Nanny Tan to check the imperial calendar and pick a day.
"Look at you!" Miao was furious. "It's only been a few days, and you can't wait! The men of the Sima family are all heartless! Look at Yang Ge'er, he had to get angry with Lingxiu for a maid. What's wrong with Lingxiu? I asked him to take his wife to the capital, but he refused to give in. I don't know if he has a concubine there. If he does, my second sister will scold me in her heart. Oh, I'm really worried about her! And Bao Ge'er, when something happens, he protects the little girl without knowing right from wrong, and doesn't care about the face of me, his own mother! I married a good husband and gave birth to two good sons. I'm really angry!"
Wei Ma Ma advised: "Madam, please relax a little. That woman will listen to you and be under your control. Besides, children and grandchildren have their own blessings and cannot be forced. Your sons are the most important. Don't be angry with the two young masters. They are your lifelong support!"
Miao refused to listen and snorted coldly, "I am their biological mother. I carried them for ten months and gave birth to them. How can they rebel and not acknowledge me as their biological mother?"
Madam Wei lowered her head and said, "Madam, calm down." Then she stopped talking. Miao had always refused to listen to advice, and it was useless for others to say anything. It was obvious that the young master didn't want to recognize you, so he didn't even come home.
No matter how angry and reluctant Miao was, the etiquette for Yu's entry was still arranged properly. When serving tea, Miao called her son and daughter-in-law to watch the ceremony.
Watching the ceremony was a cover, Mingyu guessed, mainly to let others see her demeanor as the mistress, or to embarrass Yu in front of everyone. It was Yu's fault for hiding in the dark and causing such a big fuss between Miao and Sima Qing. Miao must be unhappy and wanted to get back at her.
It was the first time that Mingyu saw the person who had made Miao suffer in these days. Yu stood there, as quiet as water, beautiful and elegant, wearing a plain white dress and only a pearl hairpin in her hair. At first glance, she looked plain, but when Yu came closer, Mingyu saw that the pearl hairpin was made of red coral beads, which was worth as much as Miao's hair of gold, silver, pearls and jade.
Yu is no longer young. Although she has taken good care of herself, she is actually in her early thirties. She walks neither fast nor slow, with her back straight, and exudes a gentle charm.
Mingyu subconsciously glanced at Madam Cuihua, who was sitting in the main seat. Hmm, she was glaring and had a long face. She didn't look like she was going to accept tea from a concubine, but rather like she was coming to the Marquis's mansion to collect debts. Mingyu sighed inwardly. If she were a man, it would be obvious who she would choose.
Yu's attitude was very gentle and respectful, and her voice was soothing and pleasant. She took the teacup from the tray in Nanny Tan's hand with her bare hands, knelt on the ground and said, "I, Yu, offer tea to Madam, and kowtow."
Miao slanted her eyebrows and took a look. Sima Qing coughed at the right time. Miao couldn't help but snorted, and finally took the teacup from Yu.
Sima Qing felt relieved immediately.
However, this was not the end. Otherwise, why did Miao call so many people over? It was not out of kindness that she wanted everyone to recognize her face. Miao then began to teach Yu a lesson. She first talked about the principles, such as entering the door of our Sima family, you must abide by the rules of our Sima family. Mingyu could almost recite these by heart. Miao was like a dean of discipline who had worked for many years. No matter which student she was, she would preach the same words without changing a word.
Miao spoke eloquently for half an hour, and drank tea twice to moisten her throat. Mingyu felt tired from standing. Master Bao, who came to watch the ceremony, yawned without giving any face. Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, kept her head down and listened to the lessons humbly.
Sima Qing showed a helpless look on his face. He lowered his head to look at the cold tea in his hands and endured it in silence.
When Miao was really tired of talking, she waved her hand and said, "Let's stop here today. Since you are a concubine, you have to start to set rules. The rule of our Sima family is that women get up early to pay their respects to the mistress. You should go back first and don't be late tomorrow morning."
Oh, so he is saving his strength for the battle tomorrow morning, Mingyu sighed.
Sima Qing felt relieved, but when Yu stood up, it was obvious that she couldn't stand straight. The maid she brought with her wanted to support her, but Yu quickly waved her hands, endured the pain, and bowed to Miao with a smile to say goodbye.
Mingyu looked at Sima Qing again. Oh, that distressed look in his eyes... It was obvious that he wanted to catch up with her and protect that beautiful young woman!
But Sima Qing still had his wits about him. His wife was right beside him. If he chased after her, he would only bring him hatred. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Madam. I have other things to do in the office. I'll go over first."
Miao thought of how he had used the excuse of going to the office or study to handle government affairs, but in fact, she didn't know how many times he had gone there to secretly meet with his lover. She gritted her teeth in hatred, looked at the direction where Yu went away, and made up her mind secretly, little whore, just wait and see!
On the way to the government office, Sima Qing breathed a sigh of relief in the carriage, "This matter is finally settled. It's not a good idea to keep dragging it on."
Sima Wu, who was in the same car, smiled apologetically, "It's all because of my wife's stupidity that things turned out like this."
Sima Qing waved his hand, "Forget it. I've always wanted to find an opportunity to give her a legitimate status, but I couldn't bring myself to ask my wife for this. Now that the matter has been exposed, I feel relieved. But I've wronged you during this period, running back and forth and being bullied by both sides."
Sima Wu smiled naively, "You are too polite, sir. These are my duties."
As the carriage passed through the streets, a man outside the carriage was heard cursing loudly, "Bah! The Tartars killed so many people and robbed so much food in Longxi, but the soldiers of the Great Chu are hiding in Longxi and dare not move. What a bunch of freeloaders!"
Sima Qing lifted the curtain and looked over. The man who was cursing looked like a scholar, about forty years old, with a scruffy beard and a face full of anger. Before he could say a few words, he was covered by the mouth and taken away by the patrolling police. Sima Qing silently lowered the curtain.
Arriving at the government office, the clerk immediately brought a stack of official documents. Sima Qing slowly flipped through them, and suddenly threw the document in his hand on the table, rubbing his brows and saying, "Another letter from the court, asking us to keep our troops in place and not respond to the Tartars' provocation. If we continue to play dumb like this, the Tartars will invade Longxi!"
Sima Wu whispered, "It's because of this that the people have accused the master of being incompetent and cowardly."
Sima Qing shook his head. "It doesn't matter if I am the only one who gets scolded. We have the Longxi barracks stationed there, so we are safe. It's a pity for the people of Great Chu who left Longxi. The emperor is old, and he no longer has the ambition he had when he was young. He doesn't want to see wars and disputes, he just wants to hear singing and dancing. What can we, as his subjects, do?"
Sima Wu whispered, "Master, don't worry. Just wait until the crown prince ascends the throne. By then, the young master will have a bright future."
Sima Qing smiled and said, "Yang Ge'er is a smart and motivated child. I feel very confident in him."
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