Looking at Meng Wanfeng's eyes that were red from crying from a distance, Song Qingyue nodded to her as a greeting. After the brothers and sisters kowtowed one by one and offered incense, they went home together.

At this time, a little Huangmen popped up out of nowhere, and Song Qingyue recognized him as the little Eunuch Qin who had asked her to rest for a while at the Queen's funeral.

"Girl, my eldest son is in the garden, would you like to go over and meet him?"

Song Qingyue shook her head: "Where is the person he wants to see? I won't go."

After saying that, she took the hands of the eldest sister and the second sister and walked out.

Song Yuxi was now engaged to Jiang Yuanchao. She looked at Song Qingyue in surprise, so she was the eldest son of Prince Su! And now it seems that Prince Su might succeed to the throne and become the next emperor, right? Prince Su became the emperor,

The Crown Prince is the Crown Prince! How can he be so disrespectful?!

"Wait, wait, Third Sister! Are you really not going to meet His Royal Highness?"

Song Qingyue clicked her tongue. This matter was a bit complicated and it was difficult for her to explain. She pulled the two sisters onto the carriage and then said, "I don't go to see him because I'm a little afraid of him."

"Afraid of him?" Song Yaxin was very surprised and lowered her voice and whispered: "But I heard from the girl in Duke Wei's mansion that it is said in the palace that His Royal Highness takes good care of you?"

Song Yuxi said from the side: "Third sister, I can understand! After all, His Royal Highness is nearly six years older than the third sister. Just like me, I feel scared when I meet Mr. Jiang."

Song Qingyue was teased by her second sister and said, "I'm different from you."

"Why is it different?"

"Well -" she looked at the eldest sister and said: "After next year, when the queen's filial piety period comes, we will probably all get married. Eldest sister, you will be the prince's wife of the Duke's palace from now on, aren't you afraid?

"

"Ah? Why are you afraid?"

Song Qingyue took a deep breath and said hesitantly: "There will definitely be more than one woman around them in the future. What will they do then?"

In one sentence, the atmosphere in the carriage dropped to freezing point.

It's so unpleasant to mention this kind of thing before marriage.

Song Qingyue herself knew that what she said was inappropriate, but since she had already said it, she might as well explain it more clearly: "I won't mention Jiang Yuanchao. The second sister married to fill a house. Mr. Jiang has children and two concubines.

, the second sister will have to face this as soon as she passes by. The eldest sister is marrying the heir apparent of the Duke of Wei.

, as the patriarch of a large family, the pressure on the issue of heirs is very high. If she cannot give birth to the eldest son soon after marrying, she may have to raise someone in the backyard. As for me, I still don’t know what kind of fortune Li Zhao will have in the future.

, if King Su... becomes... then Li Zhao is... how should I face him?"

Song Yaxin didn't seem to have much trouble in this aspect. She held Song Qingyue's hand and comforted her: "If His Royal Highness Prince Su really has that good fortune, it is my sister's good fortune! Why do you worry about things that others would like to do?

And it’s useless for you to think about it now. Just lift someone up. Which man doesn’t have a concubine in his backyard? As long as the future husband is like our father, who always attaches the most importance to the main wife, you will treat other women as decorations.

Isn’t it done?”

Song Qingyue smiled bitterly: "Sister, you are really open-minded."

Song Yaxin said: "I'm not imagining it, I just think that our mother can live a happy life, right?"

Song Qingyue still couldn't be happy: "But...even my father has gradually spent less time in the main house in recent years."

After all, Ms. Liang's appearance has faded. Aunt An in the backyard is a full eighteen years younger than Ms. Liang. After all, men still like fresh and tender flesh. Even Mr. Song, who is already considered a "good man" who respects and loves his first wife very much. Not exempt from vulgarity.

Song Qingyue is not marrying the male protagonist of the novel, but Li Zhao, the biggest pig-hoofed emperor in the world who owned three palaces and six courtyards in the heroine's first life!

Think about how the heroine died in her first life? Because she failed in a palace fight and was ordered to die by drinking poison by Li Zhao himself! Li Zhao’s first wife in his previous life, Shen Baozhen, also lost a fight with the heroine. Death from miscarriage!

Li Zhao is not the male protagonist of the novel, he is just a normal native ancient man with all the habits of an ordinary ancient noble man.

In the future, he would have sex with his concubine when she was pregnant and was in excruciating pain. He would also hold another woman to sleep when she was in the tenth month of pregnancy and was having a hard time.

No one would think there was a problem with such an arrangement in today's society, but when the time came, she said to him: What you are doing is wrong and disrespectful to your wife and women!

Probably everyone will think she is crazy, right?

Thinking of these things, Song Qingyue felt her heart throbbing. Such a marriage made her feel suffocated and made her have no illusions about her future love life.

So the best way is to end the relationship. As long as she doesn't fall in love with Li Zhao, she won't be disappointed or in pain. Song Qingyue feels that her life will be much easier.

However, Li Zhao has been teasing her since they got engaged, and Song Qingyue is really afraid of him. He keeps hanging around in front of her with that c-shaped face, and Song Qingyue is afraid that she will really fall in love with him. The best way It means seeing each other less often, so-called out of sight and out of mind.

She knew that she was not that free and easy person, so she was really afraid that she would be tempted.
Chapter completed!