"Even if I file a complaint, will your Majesty make the decision for me?" Wen Jin asked him with a trembling voice.
He was the master of this world. She once regarded him as God. If he was willing to make decisions for anyone, there was nothing he couldn't do.
What a pity, she is no longer the lucky one he is willing to make decisions for. The autumn wind not only brings coolness, but also brings some sadness today. You see, the sky is covered with clouds, and the morning is already like the evening. In my memory, he is again
Talking about Jinmei, Ah Heng will always protect you.
"How do you know if I will make the decision for you if you don't submit the imperial edict?" There were faint red threads in Fu Jingheng's eyes. In her memory, she said, Brother Heng, I entrusted myself to you, make the decision for me.
The acting was ridiculous. She had enough people to make decisions for her, so she invited Jiang Qing to come.
"I...will not complain." She did not dare to covet his help.
At this moment, she could no longer bear the humiliation from him, what if he asked her to kneel to Xue Ning again. Today, when her mother's memorial tablet was destroyed, she went to kneel to his noble concubine.
She didn't want to kneel down, but she couldn't violate the imperial authority, and she didn't want to call her adoptive father to make him angry and have a headache.
"Wen Jin! You need to rethink your words."
Fu Jingheng's grip on her wrist was quite strong, as if he wanted to crush her wrist.
Wen Jin smiled bitterly, "The common people have thought twice..."
One thought was that he gave the pearl hairpin to Xue Ning on her birthday, the other thought was that he said he loved Duanmu on her birthday, and the third thought was that he returned home with Concubine Xue on her birthday.
In recent months, he had given her all the malice and neglect, and she was really scared.
If you can't afford to offend, you can afford to hide, right?
Today, Lou Shucai is so arrogant in abusing her younger siblings and grandmother, occupying her mother's bedroom, and even destroying her mother's memorial tablet and throwing it into the woodshed. This is all because she has lost the favor of the king. This man is a ghost in the world.
It can be said that all this was within your expectation.
Seeing her losing her dignity and fighting like a fool with her second wife, he must have found her particularly funny.
It's not like playing monkey.
She is actually a quiet girl who likes reading and painting all her life. On a rainy afternoon, she can sit by the small window in the study all afternoon, reach out to catch some raindrops, and spend the day thinking about her thoughts.
But she was doing things that were disrespectful, fighting, and not quiet or decent. She was very conflicted. She didn't like who she was, and she had to do things she didn't like.
Obviously her background is not bad, but her situation is too bad.
She is the eldest sister and must make decisions for her younger siblings. She cannot be bullied by others. Why should the second wife bully them? Just because she was corrected by Mr. Xue!
I also remembered what my mother said to her when she was dying: Jin, you won’t suffer all your life. Live well. My younger brothers and sisters will be left to you.
Fu Jingheng was irritated, "Why did you think twice?"
Wen Jin swallowed the bitterness and said to Fu Shen calmly: "The common people do not intend to file a complaint. For such internal disputes in the house, the common people think that Dali Temple can redress the grievances of the common people. They do not dare to alarm the emperor. It is like trying a traitor.
Only big things need to alarm you."
Fu Jingheng elicited a smile. He had been sleeping with her for seven years and had known each other for more than ten years. When she needed help the most, the first man he thought of was Jiang Huaizhou. He thought he was extremely ridiculous and redundant, and that he was a nobleman in the capital.
The biggest joke in the industry is that Fu is too sentimental.
"Okay. Very good. Miss Wen."
Wen Jin felt the rage surging beneath his perfect skin, and felt chills running down her spine.
She was inexplicably afraid of Fu Jingheng. She had never been afraid of him before. She always knew that he had deep thoughts, but she didn't expect that one day she would fall into his trap.
He just ignored her. He didn't even do it himself. Her favorite relative was beaten. There were so many people who took advantage of his power. Most women in the capital wanted to get close to him, including herself.
I thought that all the hardships had finally come to an end, that I had endured the good times and was going to be his wife, but who would have thought... the good times had come to an end.
Now, she almost beat his mother-in-law to death on the day he brought Xue Ning back home. After her mother's memorial tablet was thrown into the woodshed, she didn't know how Fu Jingheng planned to continue to humiliate and retaliate against her.
He always wanted to take revenge, and he would not let her go easily after he decided that she had betrayed and betrayed him.
But her grandmother is old and her younger brothers and sisters are young. What if Fu Jingheng asks the relatives she cares about to kneel down and apologize to his second wife and Xue Ning after being abused by his second wife.
Then she would feel that she was being wronged everywhere, and there would be no hope or success in living, so it would be better to die.
Grandma cannot kneel down to her second wife when she gets old. The old man will lose all his dignity and die in depression, and the young minds of his younger brothers and sisters cannot withstand such torture.
She couldn't let something like this happen to her family. Her mother gave her younger siblings to her, so she had to protect them from any harm.
Wen Jin looked at Fu Jingheng seriously and said in a very low voice in a voice that the two of them could hear: "For Chang Lin's sake, can you just target me alone and leave my family alone?"
Fu Jingheng's heart was deeply hurt by her distrust, and he said in a cold voice: "You have the nerve to mention Chang Lin? Do you think you are pinching my weakness? The key is, do you deserve to be called Chang Lin in your belly? Last night you
I almost believed it when the wind blew on my pillow. Now you go find Jiang Lai and give me a slap on the head. I understand! Don’t rely on me, you bastard!"
"It's you?!" Wen Jin choked suddenly. Did he think she was deceiving him by falsely accusing the child in her belly of being Chang Lin?
"Wen Jin, don't make your Majesty angry anymore! Who else do you think of besides Jiang Huaizhou?! I hope you and Jiang have known each other for a long time. Everyone in the lake saw what you did that day. Oh, you can hold that
Oh tight, I feel so ashamed for you just thinking about it..."
Xue Ning added jealousy and was so happy. Although she couldn't hear clearly what Junshang and Wenjin were whispering, it was enough for Junshang to be angry. She didn't even bother to see her mother when she was about to die. She just hoped that Junshang would hurry up and send Wenjin to her.
Jin was so devastated that she died, so the three of them, including Wen Jin's brother and sister, should come together and kneel down to apologize to her!
Jiang Huaizhou angrily scolded Xue Ning, "My dearest concubine, please respect yourself. Don't add karma to yourself! There will be retribution."
Xue Ning was so angry that her face turned red with embarrassment. Knowing that she had lost her composure, she twisted her handkerchief and closed her mouth.
The blood on Wen Jin's lips gradually drained. Even if she told Fu Jingheng that she was pregnant with his child, would it be no different? Would she still have to press her head and make her kneel down? He helped her cook noodles last night, and he also believed it.
Hers... last night's thin noodles with chopped green onions and poached eggs were obviously very warm. How do I recognize her Chang Lin!
Fu Jingheng looked at her little face that was so frightened that it was already pale, and said softly: "I ask you again, are you going to file a complaint against the imperial court or go to Dali Temple?"
Wen Jin looked extremely weak under his angry cold eyes. She did not continue to offend him, because she was the only one who suffered if she offended him, so she whispered: "It doesn't matter whether it's the Imperial Palace or the Dali Temple. I don't care.
File a lawsuit. Master Xue and I will have a private affair...is that okay?"
Fu Jingheng didn't get the answer he wanted and was not satisfied in his heart. However, she was very smart and did not choose either Yuzhuang or Dali Temple. She was a woman who knew how to advance and retreat. She slightly suppressed his anger that was about to explode. He pursed his lips and smiled.
After a moment, he loosened her wrist.
Wen Jin rubbed his sore wrist and took two steps away from him. He also took two steps away from Jiang Huaizhou as if to protect himself.
"Your Majesty," Jiang Huaizhou said to Fu Jingheng: "The knot in her heart is the death of her mother. Now her mother's memorial tablet has been destroyed, and the relatives she cares about most are also being treated unfairly. Her mood swings are too great. She is probably going to die from pain.
, she needs warmth. Your Majesty, why don't you let her be quiet. Don't push her. If you push her to the extreme, I'm afraid that she will seek short-sightedness. Since she wants to keep it private, I won't interfere anymore. Your Majesty, please calm down."
"I will let her rest for a while. I won't bother Aiqing with my housework. To be honest, Aiqing is the only outsider here!"
Jiang Huaizhou was poor in words, but he was impressed by the emperor's ability to choke people.
After Fu Jingheng finished speaking, he held Wen Jin in his arms, left the main room, and walked towards the direction of her boudoir that she had pointed out to him early in the morning.
He remembered that she said her boudoir was the front yard, the first room.
Wen Jin listened to his steady heartbeat, and seemed to hear him sighing quietly on the top of her neck. This sigh made her feel a little distressed. Was it because she felt sorry for her, or for his concubine? Was it because she felt sorry for him?
The noble concubine.
After all, she was just a nasty person who got into trouble on the day he returned home with the imperial concubine. No one in the Xue Mansion welcomed her.