Shen Xian's expression turned ugly. She flicked her sleeves and said, "Your Highness the Third! I, the Shen family, are apparently the in-laws of His Highness the Third. Do we want the whole world to know that the Prime Minister of Beiming is a waste who can't manage the backyard!"
These words were very serious. Ms. Chen quickly stepped forward and patted Shen Xian on the back, "My wife, don't be angry. Your health is important."
Before Qingdai could speak, Shen Changting stood up slowly and stared at his nominal mother, "Mother, have you taken care of the backyard?"
"In the past twenty years, how many times have you asked the weak lotus court?"
"I am a concubine. You favor your younger brother over your legitimate son. I don't think you are wrong."
"You allowed Mrs. Chen to betroth me to a street butcher. You didn't know the inside story, and I don't think you were wrong."
A little sadness crept into his heart, and Shen Changting smiled bitterly, "But my father has been married to you for more than 20 years and gave birth to a child for you, which caused the root of the disease, but you sent him to a remote old hospital and watched him die. You said, shouldn't I be blamed? ?”
Feng Chun looked lonely and sighed, "Changting..."
"And now," Shen Changting clenched his fists, his fingertips turning white, "You still want to use us, father and son, to threaten His Highness the Third Prince..."
His beloved Highness should not have to see the evil of people's hearts in this dirty backyard.
How could he give up.
"Ding - the task completion progress is 45%"
"Prime Minister Shen." Qingdai said, "What if I say that a person who cannot even take care of your husband and servants who have given birth to your children is a waste?"
Her tone was scornful, which was the result of her confidence accumulated over many years on the battlefield. "I will go to the palace to ask for the imperial doctor. Let's just say that His Highness the Third Highness called him for my father."
"Oh. If anyone asks who the father is, just say that the only father in the Shen family is Feng Zijun."
It actually went straight to the palace!
This time everyone in the room looked panicked. Shen Leyan suppressed her blush and shouted, "Shen Changting, do you want to watch the Shen family lose their face?"
Qingdai looked back at him, fearing that he would become soft-hearted because of too many concerns. Unexpectedly, Shen Changting's expression did not change, "Am I going to make the Shen family lose face?"
Maozi: Ouch!
Qing Dai applauded Shen Changting after hearing this.
Mao Zi clicked his tongue and marveled: For you, such a reserved and tolerant person, he did not retreat even an inch.
Qingdai showed an understanding smile.
Qingdai's love and firm choice are his greatest confidence to resist the broken past.
Feng Chun's gentle eyes fell on Shen Changting. He understood that his son was stubborn at heart and swallowed the pain in his belly. If he hadn't met His Highness the Third, Changting would probably have agreed to Chen's proposed marriage for his sake.
Fortunately, he met his beloved later, and the homeless Yu finally fell into that man's heart.
Before the people from the palace arrived, Qingdai spoke again, "This courtyard is not good. It is very humid and not suitable for recuperation. Prime Minister Shen, where do you think it is suitable to live in the palace?"
It seems to be asking for advice, but every sentence has a meaning.
Apart from Shen Xian's courtyard, the closest one, Shen Biyuan, naturally has the best conditions.
It's just that the people living there are Chen and Shen Leyan.
Shen Xian had been forced to completely lose her temper. She sat casually at the table and took a sip of cold tea before putting on a smile again and said, "Zizhuyuan is good. Chun'er can go there to recuperate."
Qing Dai tied her wrists and said, "Really? I don't quite understand. I want to ask someone in the palace to ask."
"Your Highness!" Chen's veil was almost torn to pieces by him, "Don't bully others too much! He is a side chamber, do you want me to make way for him as a husband?"
Qingdai was confused, "Why is Mr. Chen so excited?"
She turned her head and looked at Feng Chun with a smile on her face, "What I mean is that if the Prime Minister's Mansion can't take care of people, then the Three Emperors' Lady Mansion will take care of them."
Shen Xian instantly tightened his grip on the corner of the table.
Originally, the prime minister of a country was criticized for his poor handling of internal affairs, but his side room was moved to his daughter-in-law's house. What a joke!
Shen Xian's face turned blue and white, and finally she said, "It's the Prime Minister's residence. From now on, Chun'er will stay in Shen Biyuan."
"My wife!"
"mother!"
Chen and Shen Leyan screamed in unison. Mrs. Chen knelt on the ground and said sadly, "Master Wife, I am your husband!"
Being a Shen Biyuan is a small matter, but being kicked out by a side room is a big deal!
"Mom! For a lowly side room and a bastard who robbed my things! You want to drive us out of Shen Biyuan!"
"Shut up!" Shen Xian slapped the table and stood up, "Those are your elders and your eldest brother!"
Shen Xian has always loved Shen Leyan the most, but when he was suddenly yelled at, Shen Leyan burst into tears, "I don't admit it! I don't admit it!"
"If he gets sick, he will drive me and my father out of the yard! Then if I hit my head and die here, will he have to pay with my life?"
Shen Xian was furious and hated his beloved son, "The more you talk, the more confused you become!"
Shen Changting looked at the scene of "a loving mother and a filial son" with cold eyes. A nausea welling up from his throat made him dizzy.
Shen Xian seems to have a deep affection for Chen and his son, but in fact, what she cares about most is her official position and her power.
But Shen Leyan couldn't see through it and was still crying and begging for mercy.
He sneered, not wanting to continue reading.
Qingdai suddenly said, "That's enough."
She took two steps forward and looked down at Shen Leyan, who was sitting on the ground crying, "Just because my father's daughter-in-law is me, he deserves to live in Shen Biyuan. Do you understand?"
Shen Leyan's fair and tender face turned red from crying, and he suddenly grabbed the hem of Qingdai's skirt.
Shen Changting suddenly tightened his fingers, and Feng Chun noticed something strange and glanced sideways at him.
Shen Leyan raised his head, "Your Highness, what if it was me who married you back then? Would you protect me or Shen Changting?"
When Qingdai tugged, she realized that Shen Leyan was so strong that she couldn't pull the hem of her skirt open for a while. She smiled, knelt down and looked at Shen Leyan.
Shen Leyan was overjoyed and secretly glared at Shen Changting.
Shen Changting's fingertips pinched tightly into his palm.
"Shen Leyan, you seem to have made a mistake." Qingdai tilted her head and looked him up and down, "I never thought of marrying you."
"If it was you I met back then, do you think your Shen family could become a member of this family?"
The merciless words were like a heavy slap on Shen Leyan's face.
Qingdai looked at Shen Changting, the smile in her tone was obvious, and the intimidating aura was gone, "Fortunately, Changting is good enough."
Shen Changting met Qingdai's gaze blankly, and unconsciously let go of his hand.
It turns out that he, Shen Changting, has never been a villain who steals love with a sword.
Think about what he has done in the past two years? Inferior self-esteem and cowardice, not daring to face His Highness, pushing people further and further away. But he was greedy and shameless, and was unwilling to let His Highness go.
Obviously they have been able to communicate with each other for a long time.
He shouldn't have used the excuse of moving out of the Queen to ask for a child on their wedding night, trying to tie her down in an insecure way.
He should be wearing a red hijab, waiting happily for his wife to lift the hijab, and then say to her the words that have been hidden in his heart for a long time:
Wife, you are finally here.
Save me from fire and water in my life.
Inject an emotion called love into my dead heart.
From then on, spring comes to the dead tree.
"Ding - the task completion progress is 65%"
