It was smooth sailing back to Fu's house, except for a chance encounter with a carriage belonging to Fu's family on the road. A feast of passionate pictures.
"That's Master Jiasheng's carriage."
Fu Jiasheng? Fu Minghong’s other son, a concubine. The Fu family’s legitimate concubines are clearly distinguished. Fu Jiasheng’s name carries good wishes, but this name was not given by Fu Minghong. It was the concubine.
This is because the names of the children born from concubines are not based on the genealogy, and the names of children born from concubines are not ranked.
If one person is a concubine, all the children and grandchildren will be inferior to the other person.[
This is not only true in the Fu family, but also in all aristocratic families. Even if the mistress cannot give birth to a son, she would rather adopt an adopted son through a direct descendant than allow a concubine to ascend to the throne.
The hierarchy is strict, but there are still women who work as concubines, willingly or unwillingly. There are also countless concubines who want to overthrow the mother of the principal landlord, and countless bastards who want to murder their legitimate sons and kill the master so that they can ascend to the throne...
This is not unusual. There are countless fights between families and palaces. It’s just that they are all blocked by the high-walled compound and cannot be seen by outsiders.
"Master Jiasheng is usually as timid as a mouse, why did he come to Changning Street today?" Chunyu was puzzled and whispered to Qiu Yu on the side.
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Returning to Fu's Mansion, Mrs. Fu was not there, so she skipped greetings and went directly back to Yiyuan. After taking a bath, she sat by the window, thinking about the day's events. Then she discovered that these messes, such as Zhou Shao and Zhou Shao,
Miss, Mrs. Peony, actually it has nothing to do with her!!
Her biggest gain is Niang Yin. You can tell at a glance that she is a loyal, repaying and capable woman. With her, many things in Guchi will be much easier to do.
At dinner time, Mrs. Fu still didn't come back. Yan'er didn't ask around. She was a guest now, so how could she ask about the master's affairs.
Yan'er had dinner in Yiyuan. About an hour after dinner, Mrs. Fu came back.
She asked Dong Yu to bring some seasonal fruits over, and told Yan'er that there was no need to ask for greetings and to let Yan'er rest first. Then Dong Yu called Qiu Yu over again...
Yan'er just smiled and didn't care.
It was already late at night since Wu's practice ended. She had finished her homework for the day and it was time for her to rest.
Just when I was about to turn on the lamp and get into bed, I heard a soft scream. I was startled and looked up in confusion, only to find that at some point, the closed window had been opened wide. A black figure stood quietly, with his shoulders raised.
With a ball of snow white.
The light was in front of her, so she only saw a black shadow and could not see the man's face. But the white mass said everything.
It's just that she doesn't understand what this person is doing here.
Curiosity, doubt, and more importantly, shock.
This man was very strong, and she knew how long he had been standing there. If it hadn't been for that cry, she might never have discovered it. This knowledge shocked her and made her even more scared! Because it showed that if this man wanted to, he could easily
to crush her to death.
"Give me the jade buckle."
The voice sounded in her ears, like a whisper! But the voice was neither warm nor cold. It was crisp, calm, and without any emotion. The reason why it sounded like a whisper was just because the voice was small, very small.
It was like someone was lying next to her ear, speaking very softly, and she was the only one who heard it.[
Yan'er escaped from that weird feeling and then frowned.
Jade buttons? She turned around, took out a brocade bag from under the pillow, and took out two jade buttons, one black and one white. They were hanging on the man's two swords... It was originally because she was happy to see Hunter Xin. But since she
If she was no match for him, she would have no choice but to spit it out again.