Qi Wenyue's life has been really difficult these past few days.
That day, she just found a few people to find trouble for Wen Yiqing. Before she got any good news, she heard that the group had been arrested by people from Dali Temple. She spent a long time at home in panic, but fortunately she was looking for ruffians, and they wiped them clean from beginning to end, and did not implicate her.
Unexpectedly, Marquis Xuanping went into the palace and slapped her hard when he came back!
After that slap, life turned upside down.
Marquis Xuanping was punished by the emperor's rod and lost his favor overnight. He was so injured that he lay on the bed and could not get up. The merits and honors that the Hou family had finally earned were completely destroyed overnight. Her husband hated her so much that he refused to see her even once, let alone listen to her excuses. Her mother-in-law disliked her in everything. When she found out that the incident was caused by her sending someone to stir up trouble, she was immediately imprisoned in the Buddhist hall. Kneel down as punishment.
She knelt for several days. Her knees were so painful and swollen that it was difficult to stand up straight. She finally got out of the Buddhist hall, but was forced to come to Wen's house to apologize.
Qi Wenyue looked at the boxes of silver and felt as if someone had cut out a piece of flesh.
Where did this money come from?
The disaster was caused by her, so she will naturally cause it!
She had someone deliver a letter to Uncle Zhongyong's house overnight, asked Mrs. Qi to send gold and silver, and emptied her own body to finally get this together. Giving away the money was more painful than taking out her heart, but she still had to put on a smile and come to Wen Yiqing's house to apologize.
How had she ever suffered such grievance!
Qi Wenyue was riding a carriage home. All she could think about was Wen Yiqing's cold appearance just now. She tightened her hand on the handkerchief, but it caused bruises on her knees, and her face suddenly twisted in pain.
Her personal maid even complained: "Then the Wen family is a merchant family, and the most important thing is gold and silver. Why bother with Madam about this? It happened that day, Mr. Xiao He bumped into him, and the complaint came. Your Majesty..."
"That's enough." Qi Wenyue sternly scolded: "Don't mention this matter."
The maid shut her mouth, timidly daring not to speak any more.
When the carriage arrived at Xuanpinghou Mansion, both of them looked cautious.
Marquis Xuanping was still lying on the bed recovering from his injuries. Only Mrs. Jiang was sitting in the front hall waiting, and Qi Wenyue walked in with frowning eyes. The old woman who went out with her returned to Mrs. Jiang and nodded lightly.
Mrs. Jiang put down the tea cup and said coldly: "Since Mrs. Wen doesn't care anymore, you should use your brain more in your actions in the future and don't do this kind of thing again."
"Yes." Qi Wenyue glanced at her secretly and bravely said, "Mom, I didn't have the chance to say that day. It was really the little girl from the Wen family who did something wrong?"
Mrs. Jiang raised her eyes coldly: "Really?"
Qi Wenyue thought she was curious, so he told her about the ten pearl flowers and said to herself: "Mother, Rou'er is also the daughter of our noble family, but she was teased like this by Wen Shan, a daughter of a merchant. The face of our Marquis Mansion was trampled on the ground, and I just couldn’t get angry, so..."
"boom!"
A cup fell at her feet, and hot tea and broken porcelain pieces splashed up. Qi Wenyue was startled, let out a short scream, took a step back, and looked at Mrs. Jiang in horror.
Mrs. Jiang pointed at her, her hands shaking with anger: "Why did the Marquis marry a fool like you!"
Qi Wenyue fell silent.
"The emperor has long issued a strict order prohibiting the powerful from being busy in the city. Those who do not listen to the advice have already been in the prison of Dali Temple. So it doesn't matter that the Wen family is a merchant. They have the Queen Mother as their backer and good friends. It’s the eldest princess again, Mr. Xiao He. The emperor is the most filial, and the Queen Mother can’t support the prince’s efforts outside. It’s better for you. If you don’t make friends with them, you will show your stupidity and bring disaster!” Mr. Jiang The man slapped the table and said, "I also said that you have been reflecting in the Buddhist hall for a few days and you have learned to repent. You are just a fool and you are hopelessly stupid!"
Qi Wenyue suddenly panicked, "I..."
Mrs. Jiang turned her head away and couldn't bear to look at her again. She said coldly: "Take Madam back and let her reflect on it. When she realizes she made a mistake, she will be released."
This is to put her in confinement!
"Old madam, listen to me." She hurriedly stepped forward to explain, but was grabbed by two old ladies. The old madam was in the backyard, and even the maids did not dare to step forward to help her.
Then I heard Mrs. Jiang's instructions: "Bring the young master and young lady to my place tomorrow."
Qi Wenyue was shocked, her eyes widened, and her struggle became stronger: "Old madam, you must not do it. The two children are still so young. Rou'er is afraid of the dark at night, so she needs me to accompany her..."
Mrs. Jiang closed her eyes and waved her hands. The two old ladies held down her struggling arms and dragged them hard.
go.
When the shouts became more and more distant, the old mama stepped forward to make tea and whispered: "Young Master and Miss are still young and have an undecided temperament, so you can teach her well."
Mrs. Jiang held her forehead tiredly, suddenly remembered something, raised her head and asked, "Did Mrs. Wen live in the Qi family for a period of time before?"
When the Wen family's mother and daughter followed the Queen Mother to the palace to escape the summer heat, their origins had already been revealed by everyone in the capital.
"They say they are distant relatives who came to the capital to seek refuge."
"Distant relatives? Since we are relatives, why do we have no contact now?" Mrs. Jiang frowned, "What are the temperaments of those people in the Qi family? They were just a merchant before, so they just ignored them. There is no reason why they are still indifferent now. "
Mammy thought for a while and then said: "Nowadays, there are many people in the capital who want to use Madam Wen to please the Queen Mother. Normally, Madam Qi is always at the forefront."
Mrs. Jiang pondered for a moment.
She had been Mrs. Hou for most of her life. Now her hair was half white and she was full of experience. She intuitively felt that something was wrong. "Let someone investigate carefully. Go to Mrs. Wen's hometown to find out what relationship she has with the Qi family."
…
What happened in the Xuanping Hou Mansion had nothing to do with Shanshan.
Wen Yiqing worked hard for many days and got a lot of money. Her powder shop closed for a few days and finally reopened, and things were back on track.
After being busy, she was finally able to spare her time to care about her little daughter.
The first thing I noticed was my little daughter’s empty toy box.
When she learned that Shanshan had sold out all her toys to help her, she was so moved that she naturally refilled her box generously, stuffing all the good things into it.
Instead, Shanshan took the initiative and said, "Mom, I don't need these."
"What's wrong?" Wen Yiqing was puzzled: "You don't like the things in Zhenbaozhai anymore?"
"Brother Shitou will make toys for me, and I can play with them." Shanshan clapped his fingers and said seriously: "Mom, I don't want the things from Zhenbaozhai anymore. You save the money. If our shop opens in the future, If we don’t go on, we won’t be able to earn any more money. We can still live on that money, so we don’t have to be beggars.”
Wen Yiqing couldn't laugh or cry: "What beggar?"
It was Shanshan's dream, and she was embarrassed to say it, but she was serious about saving money.
She also said: "Mom, I can eat less. I won't eat Baozhizhai's dim sum anymore. I heard others say that their dim sum is very expensive, and one meal costs a lot of money."
She thought about it again and hesitated: "How about...or why don't I wear new clothes?"
She not only loves to eat snacks, but also loves to be beautiful. She is also very heartbroken when talking about it at the moment. Her soft little face wrinkles in embarrassment and her eyebrows are knitted together.
Wen Yiqing: "..."
No amount of words can compete with real money.
She held her little daughter in her arms and opened the account book to show her. Shanshan still couldn't understand the account book, so Wen Yiqing pointed to the number in the last line. She counted it several times with her fingers but still couldn't count it all. The arithmetic teacher in school hasn't taught that much yet.
"There is no shortage of money in the family, and the cosmetics shop is not the only way to make a living." Wen Yiqing closed the account book and said to her: "You just have to worry about eating. Even if you eat Baozhizhai every day, eat snacks, and use money to make your bed, your mother will also support you." I deserve you."
"Really?!"
"When did mother lie to you?"
Shanshan's eyes were bright and his face was full of energy: "Can I have an extra plate of snacks today?"
Wen Yiqing smiled and shook his head: "No."
"What about half a plate? Brother Shitou and I each have half."
"No way."
All right. Shan Shan doesn’t mind either. Compared to being a little beggar, missing a bite of snacks is nothing!
She lay in her mother's arms and said happily: "Mom, can I invite someone to our home? He has helped us. I want to treat him to dinner and thank him properly."
Wen Yiqing nodded happily.
That night, Bian Chen was invited to visit, despite the bruise on his forehead that had not faded.
Shanshan held the emperor's uncle's hand, held his little head high, and introduced to his mother seriously: "Mom, it was me and the emperor's uncle who complained. He helped us teach the people who bullied you a lesson and made them pay a lot of money. You He taught me that a drop of kindness must be repaid by a spring, and we must thank him properly."
Wen Yiqing: "..."
