"That's not what you said. If you really looked down on your father, you wouldn't come to visit him personally. Maybe there is something really wrong with him."
Meng Zhuoer defended the Yao family and did not want her to instigate the good relationship between the two families.
Qin Meizhen was about to retort, but Meng Zhuoer interrupted her quickly and said to Meng Xiangyi, "Father, you are the only son of Duke Meng, and you will inherit the title in the future, but the Yao family does not have a title to inherit. Although you still have We don’t have a son, but in the long run, our family has a promising future. Who dares to look down on you?
In the final analysis, Grandpa Yao is unwilling to stay. In addition to having important matters, it is also because he is not of the same generation as you and cannot talk to you. If he really looks down on you, how can he attach so much importance to the daughter you gave birth to? Woolen cloth. "
Meng Xiangyi has a soft ear, Qin Meizhen can sow discord with just a few words, and Meng Zhuoer can break the bent Meng Xiangyi back with just a few words.
Meng Xiangyi thought for a moment and muttered: "It's true. If Mr. Yao really looked down on me, he wouldn't have come in person."
"That is to say, father, you look like a middle-aged man who has achieved success." Meng Zhuoer said calmly.
Qin Meizhen sneered: "When will you be able to read faces again?"
"Madam, you have no control over when I will meet, but there is one thing to say. One thing I don't understand is, Second Madam, why did you keep inciting the Meng and Yao families just now?
Do you not want your father to have such a good support from the Yao family, or do you not want your father to succeed in middle age? What harm will your father's vast network do to you? Who doesn't know that Mr. Yao has a lot of friends all over the world, so what kind of peace of mind do you have? "
Meng Zhuoer changed the subject and directly pointed the finger at Qin Meizhen, making her speechless, "I can finally see that you don't wish your father well at all.
Youdao means marrying an unvirtuous wife will ruin three generations. Now I seriously suspect that it is because of your presence that my father is in such trouble.
If you want to offend the Yao family, don't you want me to marry the second prince and honor our ancestors? "
She spoke righteously.
Meng Zhuo'er has a good mouth, and she can turn the dark things into white things.
Meng Xiangyi couldn't pass the examination, and he couldn't become the number one scholar in martial arts with the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu. He was considered a representative of the aristocracy who was neither good at literature nor martial arts, and the Duke Meng's house was a prosperous family. I don't know how many people have laughed at him behind his back these years.
That's why Meng Xiangyi is so obsessed with honoring his ancestors and wanting to climb high. But when he heard that Qin Meizhen almost harmed him, he glared at her fiercely:
"Okay, I'll tell you why I'm so unlucky. It turns out you were the one behind it... I thought if you hadn't been around me back then, I would have been a high official in the imperial court."
Meng Xiangyi was furious and yanked Qin Meizhen, "Just calm down, and if you continue to sow discord and talk nonsense, I'll divorce you."
"That's not true. I haven't even given birth to a son in all these years, and now I'm still here blocking your father's way."
Meng Zhuoer shook her head regretfully, "Father, I'm actually surprised. How could there be such a good man like you in this world? Even though this wife has only given birth to a daughter for you in the past seventeen years, she has not given birth to a son." Come on, how come you are so nice to her, don't take concubines, don't have wives, if it were anyone else, you would have been in a group."
Meng Zhuoer knew how to identify people's weaknesses and what contemporary people cared about the most, and she unleashed a wave of attacks when she opened her mouth, making Qin Meizhen very hard to guard against.
In this era when women's status is low, getting married is regarded as a second reincarnation, and whether the husband has a future depends either on the husband's sincerity towards his wife, or on whether his belly can live up to expectations and give birth to a son.
The failure to give birth to a son has always been the reason why Qin Meizhen couldn't straighten her back in this family. After being pointed out by Meng Zhuo'er, Qin Meizhen's face turned blue and white, and Meng Xiangyi's face became even more ugly.
He was not a self-reflective person, nor was he responsible. Meng Zhuoer's words made him blame Qin Meizhen for his years of troubles and the lack of a son.
"You useless bitch, I'm warning you, please stay calm, or I'll divorce you."
Meng Xiangyi was stabbed in a sore spot and left home angrily.
"master……"
Qin Meizhen chased after her in a panic, but was thrown to the ground by Meng Xiangyi in front of all the servants, without any regard for Qin Meizhen's face as the wife of the Duke's palace.
Meng Zhuoer let out a 'wow', put his hands on his hips, and said with gloating: "It seems that you have put all your efforts, even at the expense of having a daughter out of wedlock, to be a married man's concubine, and you are not taken seriously by a man."
Qin Meizhen turned around and glared at Meng Zhuoer viciously: "You, you did it on purpose..."
"You did it on purpose. You deliberately provoked my father's dissatisfaction with the Yao family. To put it bluntly, you didn't want me to marry into the royal family. It's a pity that your plan failed."
Meng Zhuoer smiled perversely, "Second Madam, you can be as angry as you want. I can understand you. After all, your only daughter... married a dead man and became his wife."
"you……"
Qin Meizhen was so angry that she stepped forward and wanted to hit Meng Zhuoer, but Meng Zhuoer was not the submissive master she had been before.
She directly held the opponent's fallen hand and slapped her face with her backhand.
With a snap, Qin Meizhen's earrings were blown away.
She was stunned and looked at Meng Zhuoer in disbelief: "You... you hit me? You actually dare to hit me -"
Qin Meizhen gritted her teeth, "You rebellious and unfilial thing, if you dare to beat your stepmother, I will report it to Dali Temple immediately and let..."
"Go ahead if you can. Don't make it seem like I'm afraid of you." Meng Zhuoer said with an indifferent attitude.
Even though she knew that a junior who beat an elder in the clan would probably be killed with a stick, she still had no fear.
"If I die, then you and Meng Yifei will die." Meng Zhuo'er said nonchalantly, as if he was describing today's weather.
"Stop talking about grandpa, if you really dare to go to Dali Temple to mess with me, the first person who won't let you go is your father."
"you……"
Qin Meizhen was so blocked that she couldn't say a word.
She didn't care about Meng Xiangyi, but Meng Yifei was her flesh and blood, and she couldn't ignore it.
She couldn't let anything happen to herself either.
If something really happened to her, Feifei would really be bullied to death.
"You little bitch, I'll beat you to death."
Qin Meizhen had nothing to do with her, so she could only gnash her teeth and step forward to tear her apart.
But women who don't know martial arts only have to fight with a few moves, either grabbing the hair or pinching people.
But Meng Zhuoer is good at fighting.
Effortlessly, she twisted Qin Meizhen's hand with her backhand, kicked her in the leg, threw the wine over her shoulder and threw Qin Meizhen away.
Qin Meizhen grimaced in pain and squirmed like a maggot.
"Hey, Second Madam, are you okay? Why are you walking so carelessly?"
Meng Zhuoer smiled harmlessly, while the maids and servants on the side wanted to step forward to help, but were frightened by her stern gaze and froze in place, and did not dare to step forward.
She walked over and stepped directly on Qin Meizhen's neck with her flowerpot shoes.
Those are flowerpot shoes that are nearly seven or eight centimeters high. If you step on them, your neck will be broken.
The hatred on Qin Meizhen's face suddenly turned into fear: "Meng Zhuoer, what do you want to do?"
