Chen Anhao returned to Chen's house in a soft sedan.
If it weren't for the arrangement of the old lady of Chengyang Marquis Mansion, she would not give anything to people like the Chen family.
Therefore, she was extremely indifferent when reporting the things sent by Chengyang Hou Mansion.
In the entire Chen family, the only one she can think about is her mother.
"Anhao is back, why haven't you come to greet your mother?" The father's wife, who was surrounded by people, asked arrogantly.
They had never paid much attention to Chen Anhao, a daughter of a cheap concubine. They even thought that they could allow her to live peacefully in the Chen family and sent her to the Marquis Mansion. This was the Chen family's charity.
Chen Anhao looked at Mrs. Chen: "I am the eldest grandma of Chengyang Marquis Mansion. My mother is of noble birth and has learned many rules. Why do you want the eldest grandma of Chengyang Marquis Mansion to greet you now?"
Not a word of honorific.
Bad tone.
Now that the Chen family has something in her hands, she is not afraid.
"You, do you know who sent you to the Chengyang Marquis Mansion and gave you the status of grandma?" Mrs. Chen was furious and asked Chen Anhao.
Chen Anhao curled her lips and sneered: "Of course I know. My mother was afraid of hurting my sister, so she sent me to be the wife of the eldest son of the Chengyang Marquis Mansion. She hid it from the Chengyang Marquis Mansion and didn't mention the matter of my concubine. How?
, Mother is now sending me to the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, and the Yang Marquis family in the same city will explain clearly that it was mother who deceived them in the first place?"
She stood upright, but her aura was still a bit weak.
But every word came out, but Chen didn't dare to look down on her.
Even if you want to kill her, you have to do it quietly so that no one will notice.
Today's Chen Anhao is different from the past. He is already a member of the Chengyang Marquis Mansion.
If you make a mistake, you have to be punished by the old lady of the Marquis of Chengyang.
Mrs. Chen smiled hypocritically: "Anhao, don't mention these things, go into the house and talk about old times with mother."
She came over and tried to grab Chen Anhao's hand, but Chen Anhao dodged and walked aside: "My mother and I have nothing to talk about, so I don't want to bother her too much."
Chen An was good in the past, and she was lucky enough to wait until Mrs. Chen relented and let her go, then she could leave.
It's different now. The grandma of the Marquis of Chengyang walked around the Chen family, and no one dared to say a word. She could only say twice behind her back that she "doesn't understand the rules" and "has no good education."
Even if people hear it, there will be no good fruit to eat.
Chen Anhao returned to his mother's small courtyard alone. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and was extremely deserted and cold.
She ignored her manners and hurried into the room.
The mother who describes the withered mugwort is lying on the bed, her breath is weak, she is still covered with a thin quilt in the middle of summer, shivering.
Her heart felt sour, as if a sharp blade was stabbing her heart, and tears fell again.
Chen Anhao knelt in front of the bed: "Mother..."
The person on the bed trembled and opened his eyes slightly. The movement was particularly difficult. When he caught a glimpse of the person kneeling beside the bed, his eyes widened instantly: "Anhao, my Anhao is back..."
She pushed herself up from the bed, but she fell down again because she was too weak.
No need to think too much, Chen Anhao also knew that the Chen family in the mansion treated his mother harshly.
Her eyes were red and she wiped away her tears: "Mom, wait for me."
Chen Anhao strode out and went straight to Chen's courtyard.
At that time, Mrs. Chen was happily counting the gold and silver ornaments sent by the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, thinking that it would be worthwhile to send a humble maid over to get so many things.
When Chen Anhao rushed into the courtyard regardless of the maid's obstruction, she hurriedly dropped the pearl bracelet in her hand, straightened her posture quickly, clasped her hands in front of her and scolded her.
"Anhao, how unbecoming of you are you in such a hurry..."
"Why did my mother become like that? All the doctors of the Chen family are dead?" Chen An was very unhappy.
In the past, she had no power, and she and her mother were bullied in the Chen family.
Today, she couldn't bear it, otherwise her mother would have been framed and killed by the Chen family early.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, her eyes became redder and her eyes were watery: "If my mother is good at anything, I will beat gongs and drums and go to the streets to tell the people and neighbors what your Chen family has done."
Without much guilt, Chen Anhao is full of momentum.
But in her anger, she couldn't hold back her tears.
Mrs. Chen was shaking with anger and did not dare to talk casually.
One day you are rich and the next day you are dead.
Be rich and prosperous every day, and live a long life.
She can still distinguish between the two.
So he sent a doctor to treat the poor concubine who was living in a remote area.
Chen Anhao stayed in front of his mother and asked someone to send a letter to the Hou Mansion, saying that Chen was ill and wanted to stay at the Chen family for one more day. The Hou Mansion happily agreed.
After staying overnight, she had to return to the Marquis Mansion to honor her mother-in-law and serve her husband.
Now that her husband has not returned, she goes to honor her mother-in-law.
She felt dizzy on the soft sedan chair on the road, and the scenery outside the sedan curtain occasionally flashed past her narrowed eyes. She simply raised her hands to prop her head up and closed her eyes to rest.
There was a big commotion outside, and a boy rushed to kneel in front of her sedan chair. The horse was frightened, roared, and raised its hooves to the sky, raising its hooves and preparing to run wildly.
Chen Anhao was frightened and woke up. The coachman controlled the horse, and Chen Anhao was also swaying in the carriage.
After a while, her face turned pale and her stomach became full of vomiting.
She hurriedly opened the sedan curtain and was about to vomit, when the eight-year-old boy rushed towards her: "Sister, save me... please save me..."
He looked back, and the danger seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Chen Anhao heard the rushing sound of horse hooves.
She knew in her heart that this young man was no ordinary person, so she wanted to speak, but her stomach felt really uncomfortable, so she held on to the sedan door and vomited from the side.
The horse chasing not far away was stopped: "Nine thousand years old is catching people, and the idle ones are retreating!"