The aroma is lingering in the Buddhist hall, and a huge Buddha statue sits in the center of the hall. With his eyebrows lowered, he looks down at the world, showing infinite compassion and compassion.
Gu Mei knelt on the futon and inserted the incense in her hand into the incense burner.
There was already a knowledgeable monk on the side holding a box of fortune-telling, waiting for his eyebrows to ask for fortune-telling.
"What kind of sign do you want to ask for?"
Mrs. Zhai, the Marquis of Jingan who came with Gu Mei, had already spoken: "Please give me the heir's signature."
Gu Mei turned her head.
Today is the anniversary of her father's death. She deliberately reported it to her mother-in-law in advance. Unexpectedly, when Zhai heard that she was coming to the temple, she actually came with her.
Now, he even wants her to ask for the heir's signature.
So, this was all planned by my mother-in-law.
For the sake of her heir, Madam Zhai hired countless doctors to check her pulse and forced her to take many decoctions.
She obviously shouldn't take these medicines.
Gu Mei lowered his eyes, the world was unfair, he could only divorce his wife, but not his husband. If he wanted to leave the Xie family in glory on the moral high ground, he would need to make some plans.
Xie Wen also thought about consummating the marriage on his wedding night, but after struggling for a long time, it didn't work. As a last resort, he said that he had a hidden illness.
At that time, she felt vaguely relieved for some reason, but she also generally comforted him, saying that she didn't care about this.
While she was thinking about it, Gu Mei heard a slight movement beside her.
The tip of the nose, except for the traces of sandalwood, seems to be mixed with the familiar ambergris.
Glancing out of the corner of my eye. Behind the half-height curtain, there is a pair of black moiré boots, and above is the man's straight and slender calves...
In the past, Gu Mei would not have known who was behind the curtain.
But that time when she passed the cave, she knew that standing behind the curtain was Helan Yan.
"Ms. Gu, don't blame me. You have been married to Awen for five years and have been sleeping together for so many years, but your stomach has not moved. I am really anxious. It's time to beg for an heir."
Zhai said and handed over the lottery tube.
Gu Mei looked at the lotus tube. In her previous life, at a banquet, she was found in a remote palace with her clothes disheveled. After returning home, Ms. Zhai asked her mother-in-law to bring her a bowl of medicine.
Does Ms. Zhai know that the one she really cannot give birth to is her precious son?
She looked at the lotus tube with some embarrassment, and squeezed it tightly with her hand on her side. There was an unspeakable sadness in her whole body.
"Mother. I know that I have not given birth to a child for so many years, which makes it difficult for you and the prince to hold your heads up outside."
She said, looking at Mrs. Zhai with gratitude, and then smiled bitterly: "If mother has a suitable person, please bring her to the house. If the child is born, I will recognize him as my legitimate son."
As if she was afraid that Ms. Zhai wouldn't believe it, Gu Mei's voice was filled with tears.
She might as well mention this matter. Mrs. Zhai was a little unsure of what she meant. She looked at Gu Mei and said, "Didn't you not allow the bodies of women around Awen before?"
Eyelashes filled with tears:
"We are the eldest son, and the eldest son will inherit the family business. Mother, are you not willing to give up this huge family property to the concubine?"
Mr. Zhai suddenly clenched his hands. Of course she wants to give her son a concubine, even a maid, as long as a child is born, she can find a way.
No matter what...
Zhai's expression changed back and forth.
Gu Mei was also in a state of confusion. She saw the moire boots move behind the curtain, with the toes pointing toward her.
When she was talking to Mrs. Zhai just now, when she mentioned taking concubines, a faint sneer seemed to come from behind the curtain.
She recalled inexplicably the day when she lost her mind and clung to He Lan Yan like a vine. He Lan Yan also held her waist while letting out a faint chuckle.
