The Marchioness of Cheng'en took the teacup that Wen Qingwan handed over with both hands and a beaming smile, and immediately brought it to her lips for a sip.
“Mm, good tea. Yunqing, bring over my name-change gift.” Lady Xiao’s voice was soft—she used “my” instead of “this madam.”
“Yes, Madam.” The maid Yunqing, standing behind her, took out a small, delicate pouch from her sleeve.
“Wife, shouldn’t you help your husband change first?” The voice behind her was puzzled, yet soft and low, with a husky, seductive edge.
It truly made Wen Qingwan dazed for a moment—when that voice sounded, she nearly nodded in agreement by instinct.
“Hah! You lost—and you still expect me to wait on you? Get out of here. The farther, the better.” Wen Qingwan turned, her voice tinged with fury.
When Wen Qingwan saw two grown men kneeling on the ground, she flipped down and, striking a fighting pose, said: “Come at me if you dare!
Xiao Jin looked at the stern, murderous air flashing across her bright face, and a trace of excitement flickered in his eyes. His little girl was like a wild kitten.
Leng Yan really wanted to step forward and pull their madam away, but their master glared at them and said: “Who let you in? Get out at once.”
"Aren’t you… supposed to be toasting guests in the front hall, husband?" Wen Qingwan asked, noticing the domestic abuser’s face flush red with embarrassment.
She couldn’t help but wonder—he blushes just from speaking a few words, and he’s supposed to be abusive?
“I am going,” Xiao Jin said. “I’ll call your maid in to help you.” With that, he hobbled out—limping with each step, yet his back remained perfectly straight.
Xiao Jin felt extremely unhappy when he heard his little girl praising the Crown Prince, but he didn't know what to say.
Especially when he saw the Crown prince and Miss Wen openly embracing each other as if no one else was around, he didn't know whether to despise or envy them.
His gaze lingered on Wen Qingwan, heavy with things unsaid. In his eyes, a storm. Then he walked away, not turning back.
After Wen Mingzhu roared, Wen Qingwan heard a lifeless voice: [So what if I am the system? The host refuses to cooperate, causing me to be ashamed to face my fellows systems.]
"It was my fault in the past life, I shouldn't have wanted to take it easy and lie down. Now that I have been given a second chance, let's work together to reach the pinnacle of life. "
[The host will try harder? Don't be ridiculous!]
Xiao Jin saw that his future father-in-law had a flattering expression. He felt it was strange, but there was no emotion on his face.
After all, his Marquis father is worse than his future father-in-law. He is used to it!
He just didn't expect that besides his father, he could see such an expression on Minister Wen's face.
The Crown Prince smelled the fragrance emanating from Wen Mingzhu's body, and he couldn't help but be intoxicated. He wished he could marry her back to the Eastern Palace immediately.
He hugged Wen Mingzhu and asked happily: "Everyone, please sit down. Young Master Xiao is also here with me today to make propose and give betrothal gifts. Why haven't we seen him yet?"
“Welcome to His Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness’s presence really makes the walls of this humble house shine.” Deputy Minister Wen knelt down and said loudly.
He was looking at the gate early in the morning, and when he saw the figure appearing at the gate, he immediately knelt down with the sons of the Wen family.
The many guards and servants behind them also knelt down at the gate of Wen Mansion.
Because Wen Qingwan was well-behaved, during the meal, the Old Madam asked Wen Qingwan to sit beside her for the first time.
It may also be that Deputy Minister Wen was in a good mood and asked Wen Mingzhu to sit at the men's table, so the old lady could only settle with her.
Deputy Minister Wen and his wife kept praising the Young Master Xiao for his good character, and the sincerity in their faces almost made it seem like they really wanted to push their daughter into the fire pit.
The matchmaker standing in the middle of the hall had no room to maneuver. Before she arrived, she thought that the eldest Miss of the Wen family had some flaws.
Wen Qingwan thought that Wen Mingzhu would soon help her choose a good husband, but she never thought it would be this fast.
She went into the house to get dressed again, and then heard her father send someone to call her to the front hall.
When Wen Qingwan arrived with her two maids, the hall was already full of people, and everyone's eyes looking at her with complicated expressions.
As the three of them grew older, Wen Qingwan became increasingly comfortable being left alone.
She became more cautious in front of the Wen family, just like a lady from a noble family who was always measured with a ruler.
When she was ten years old, Wen Mingzhu asked her father and two biological brothers to search for good things for her.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of the Night watchman beating his drum.
Wen Qingwan suddenly opened her eyes and found herself lying on a bed of her boudoir in the Deputy Minister Mansion. Her heart skipped a beat but she did not show it.
Having spent many years in the Imperial Harem, she had long since learned to hide her emotions.
