Apart from her status as the real general's wife, she actually doesn't have much left.
The name Luo Xinglan was taboo in the General's Mansion and no one dared to mention it. Unexpectedly, Leng Xiangyu murmured it today.
The maid Lan Honggu beside her couldn't help but said: "Madam, why do you need to lower your status to compare with a woman like that? In the eyes of the master, that Luo Xinglan can't even compare to one of the little fingers of the madam!"
Leng Xiangyu sneered: "What do you know? That woman's status in his mind is extraordinary! Have you seen the aunts he has adopted over the years? They all have her shadow! Some have similar features, some have similar mouths. Like, there is another one that is even funnier, but the names are similar! He brought her home like a treasure! That Aunt Zhou only looked like her with her eyes and dimples, so he pampered her for two years!"
Luo Xinglan has been dead for nearly ten years, and the servants, maids, and ladies in the general's mansion have also been replaced. No one knows about the public case from back then, and most people even don't know Luo Xinglan's appearance at all. .
Although Lan Honggu was Leng Xiangyu's confidant, she had only been in the General's Mansion for five or six years. She had no idea that these aunts in the General's Mansion had such origins, and she was stunned for a moment.
Leng Xiangyu seemed to notice the slip of her tongue, sighed, said no more, and simply changed the subject: "Is there any news about the second young master?"
Lan Honggu said hurriedly: "Madam, don't worry, we just received news from the foreign residence that the second young master will be able to return home the day after tomorrow."
Leng Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief and ordered: "Then you go clean up the second young master's house quickly and clean it well. He likes to be clean by nature, and he can't sleep if there is even a trace of dust in the house..."
"Don't worry, madam, the servants have already prepared it. The second young master's house is cleaned every day by dedicated personnel. There will definitely be nothing wrong with it."
Leng Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she still had a good son!
Her son is her backbone and the only child in the Gu family now. As long as she has her son here, her position in the general's family will be stable. As for the other charming children, they only have three or two years of power, so they are not a problem!
Thinking of this, she temporarily put aside all the unhappiness in her heart and repeatedly ordered people to take care of her son's return.
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Gu Xietian did not stay at Aunt Zhou's place tonight, and he only had one meal at her place. During the meal, he was distracted frequently and could not even hear clearly what Aunt Zhou said to him in a gentle voice.
After the meal, he came out again, and without letting anyone follow him, he wandered into a small courtyard without knowing it.
The small courtyard is not big, and the location is remote. There is a large copper-headed lock on the door. The lock is somewhat rusty, and the door is also covered with a thick layer of dust. It is obvious that no one has been here for a long, long time. .
Gu Xietian was lost in thought for a moment in front of the door. Finally, he gritted his teeth, raised his hand and broke the lock, pushed the door open and walked in.
The small courtyard is even more deserted, with luxuriant and fragrant grass as tall as one person. The small building in the courtyard has broken doors and windows, making it extremely desolate.
Gu Xietian stood in the courtyard for a moment longer, raised his hand to push open the broken door, and walked in slowly.
The furnishings in Baoxia were originally simple, but no one had cleaned them up for so many years, and all the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust.
There is a wooden bed in the back room, and the wooden bed is covered with a thin quilt whose color cannot be seen clearly.
Gu Xietian ignored the dirt and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. He stretched out his hand to touch the thin quilt, and his fingers slid over the quilt inch by inch. Dust rose up with his movements, and the air was a little choking. He also He didn't seem to notice it, and in the end he just hugged the quilt in his arms and buried his face in the quilt, as if smelling the scent of someone remaining inside.
But nearly ten years have passed, and even the quilt that that person once covered will no longer have any residue. All he smells is a strong musty smell.
"A Xing..." He held the quilt with his fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned white: "I came to see you. After so many years, you... do you regret it?"
(End of chapter)