"Now that you have entered the mansion, I am the aunt of the Hou Mansion, please give me the word 'lan'." Song Qingyi pinched her palms to calm herself down.
"I will give you three months to conceive the prince's child, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself!"
As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from his arms and played with it in his hand.
Song Wanning touched the jade pendant, her heart trembled suddenly, and she quickly asked: "Sister, how is my little brother?"
She originally didn't want to enter the Marquis's mansion. What kind of daughter from a good family would be willing to be a concubine, let alone her own brother-in-law.
However, Song Qingyi threatened her with her younger brother.
If she didn't enter the Marquis Mansion to seduce the prince, the Song family would cut off the medicine for the younger brother.
Song Qingyi sneered, "As long as you get pregnant as soon as possible, I will naturally ask the best doctor to treat your little brother's illness."
"Yes." Song Wanning clenched her fists, bit her lip, and said obediently.
Suddenly, a maid came from a distance and whispered a few words in Song Qingyi's ear. Then her expression flickered and she looked at Song Wanning with a bit more resentment in her eyes.
"I'm going to see the old lady later, so be careful what you say." Song Qingyi said sternly.
See the old lady?
Song Wan Ning frowned. She was just a concubine sent by the Song family. She was at least better than the maids in the mansion. Why did the old lady want to see her?
Several people turned around and went to the Shou'an Hall. The old lady was sitting in the main seat, and standing next to her was Mrs. Hou's wife.
"My grandson brought Aunt Lan to see the old lady, mother."
The old lady waved her hand, "Get up."
His cloudy yet shrewd eyes fell on Song Wanning, and he nodded with satisfaction, "You have made a contribution today. Since the Crown Prince likes you, you can move to Zhuqingyuan."
Zhuqingyuan!
Song Qingyi stood aside and felt her body stiffen. She clenched her hands tightly and dug her nails into her flesh, forcing herself to calm down.
Song Wanning didn't know why, but she looked at Song Qingyi's strange behavior.
Could it be that there is something special about this yard?
"Why don't you thank the old lady quickly! Zhuqingyuan is right next to the Prince's courtyard." Song Qingyi suppressed her anger and reached out to pinch Song Wanning's white flesh in the dark.
Song Wan Ning frowned, but she could only hold back and remain silent.
"Thank you, old lady, for your love."
It turned out that the old lady thought that He Yuzhang liked her, so she wanted to keep her closer so that he could break the rules for his grandson at any time and taint the worldly world.
Then the old lady and Madam Houfu praised Song Qingyi again and rewarded her with many things as comfort.
After all, no one in this world should be willing to share their husbands!
Song Qingyi can be so generous, so they naturally want to appease her.
Finally understanding the sophistication of people, Song Wanning fell on the bed as soon as she returned to Zhuxiangyuan, looking at the gauze tent above her head.
I felt a little worried.
Song Qingyi gave her three months, but He Yuzhang was able to stay pregnant despite the aphrodisiac and her frankincense.
How can she make him break the habit and get pregnant with a child?
The future is rough!
As her thoughts drifted away, she suddenly felt a burst of moisture on her chest, and Song Wanqing's face suddenly turned red.
I almost forgot what Aunt Zhao told me.
He quickly untied his clothes, clamped the white meat with his fingers, and poured two large bowls of juice into it. The fragrance was so fragrant throughout the holiday that it made people wonder.
"There are so many?"
Song Wan Ning wetted the juice with a brocade handkerchief and gently applied it all over her body. She soon inhaled it into her pores and a strange fragrance came out of her body.
After finishing everything, Song Wanning relieved herself of fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning.
Song Wanning entered He Yuzhang's yard carrying a plate of pastries.
At this time, he was meditating in meditation.
"Brother-in-law, are you hungry? I brought you some pastries."
He Yuzhang opened his eyes and looked at the woman indifferently. His tone was as cold as ice, making people afraid to approach her.
"Who let you in? Get out!"
