Chapter 232 I'd rather be a poor family wife than a high family concubine
"Master Marquis, are you worried about those rumors outside? From my point of view, it's nothing. It's just some people talking nonsense, and it will be over in a few days!"
After hearing this, Ding Beiyu raised his head and glanced at her, then lowered his eyes and began to think deeply.xdw8
Although he didn't think that Luo Jiaocheng had the ability to prosper a husband and a family, everything he had now was achieved by his own ability.
But those words spread outside forced him to think carefully.
Ever since Luo Jiaochun married him, it seemed that everything he wanted to do went much more smoothly.
He didn't think there was anything wrong before, but now that he was told this, it seemed that it was really the case.
He doesn't believe in fate, but he does believe in fate.
He believes that he can change everything and that man can conquer nature.
But I also believe that everything is destined somehow.
Now that Luo Jiaochun is dead and has become ashes that no one can recognize, if it is his fate, will his palace really go downhill because of this?
Su Zining has known Ding Beiyu for more than 20 years and has been with him for nearly 20 years. How could he not know what he was thinking.
When she saw that Ding Beiyu still looked worried, she said: "Master Hou, don't think about the things that you have and don't have, but think about Fu'er. In the future, Fu'er will marry the second son of the Right Prime Minister."
When Ding Beiyu heard this, he became serious.
If his wife can marry the right minister, then he can sit back and relax in the future.
Calculating it this way, he would be better off without Luo Jiaocheng.
In addition, over the years, in the eyes of outsiders, he has been devoted to her and will never leave her.
Because of this reputation and the fact that he is still young, outsiders can't say much about him getting a real wife later.
Su Zining breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his expression turned warm.
She was really afraid that because of this little trouble, she would lose more than she gained in the end.
After so many years, she has been waiting for so many years, but she cannot let her efforts fall short now.
In the manor of Jiang Mansion on the outskirts of the capital, Concubine Jiang was dressed in a blue gown worn by ordinary women, with a simple sandalwood hairpin on her head. She looked at Luo Jiaochi, who was lying on the bed with a pale face and weak breathing.
His face looked gloomy.
According to her previous plan, Luo Jiao was allowed to fake her death and leave the Zhenguo Hou Mansion.
But all of this was still in her plan. Before it was fully implemented, she heard news of a leak from the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion.
If she hadn't been worried about Luo Jiaocheng and secretly looked for the guards to watch, she might have seen a corpse.
Seeing Luo Jiaochun like this, Grandma Luo thought about what happened last night, and knelt down beside her, crying so hard that she was out of breath.
"Mother Luo, please don't cry. Please tell me in detail what is going on?"
Aunt Luo sniffed and kowtowed to Concubine Jiang, who was lying on the ground in front of her. Then she raised her head and said, "To answer my question, Madam, my wife is not in good health these days and has trouble sleeping at night. But yesterday, for some reason, she
He slept extremely soundly, even the old slave slept deeply. If he hadn't been rescued by the empress's people, the old slave and his wife would have turned into ashes by now."
"Oh? Your wife couldn't sleep well at night before. Why did she sleep so soundly last night?"
Aunt Luo said with hatred in her eyes: "Last night, while the old slave was sleeping, he vaguely felt some fragrance coming from him. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't raise his strength. This must be Su Zining's doing.
She has long wanted Madam to die."
Concubine Jiang has been in the palace for so many years. When she heard what Nanny Huo said, she immediately knew what it was about.
It seems that the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion wanted to get rid of her, fearing that she would run away in the middle of the night, so they used incense.
It's just that with Luo Jiao's ailing body and bones, it doesn't look like she can be delayed for long. What makes them so impatient that they kill her?
Aunt Jiang stood aside all the time. When she saw her master's puzzled expression, she said, "Madam, I heard that the girl from Zhen Guo Hou's Mansion seems to be very close to the Second Young Master, Your Prime Minister."
"When did it happen?"
She hasn't found out yet about the Marquis of Zhen Guo. Will it be implicated in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion so soon?
The Right Chancellor is the maternal uncle of the fourth prince. If they are involved in this, it will be a big obstacle for Brother Xuan in the future.
There is also the incident of the Zhenguo Hou Mansion that made people dig into poetry. The reason has not yet been found. These two mansions must not be allowed to collude together.
"I heard that we met when we went out to enjoy the lanterns on the Mid-Autumn Festival night!"
Hearing this, Concubine Jiang rolled her eyes and sneered: "I heard that Ding Furong, the concubine of the Marquis of Zhenguo, is filial to her aunt, smart and smart, and knowledgeable about books and etiquette. I specially order her to go to Huguo Temple for me early tomorrow morning to give her a gift."
Madam Hou recited sutras and was saved, and I will give you a reward when she comes back!"
"The royal concubine!"
Grandma Luo, who had cried too much, was a little confused. When she suddenly heard Concubine Jiang's words, she opened her eyes wide in disbelief.
Su Zining and her daughter wanted to kill her and his wife, so why did the empress reward her?
Didn't the empress want to help them? Seeing Madam like this, she wanted to win over Su Zining and her daughter?
"Yes, empress!"
When Grandma Luo was ordered to go down, she couldn't help but shake her head when she saw Grandma Luo like this. She walked to her side and said softly: "If you think about it carefully, did the empress say when she wants her to return?"
"You go down too!"
Concubine Jiang waved her hand to Grandma Luo and motioned for her to go down.
When there were only two people in the room, she clapped her hands together and saw that the person lying on the bed, who was breathing out but not breathing in, slowly opened his eyes.
"I was frightened last night!"
As Concubine Jiang said, she stepped forward personally and helped the person up from the bed.
If she hadn't made arrangements in advance, she wouldn't be able to see her daughter-in-law in the future.
"Thank you, Your Majesty the Concubine!"
Luo Jiaocheng's face was still pale, but her complexion was obviously much better than when she first entered the palace.
"Nothing, the reason why I am willing to help you, apart from what I said before, is actually because I want to get married to you. Both I and Mo'er have fallen in love with poetry!"
When Luo Jiaocheng heard this, she opened her eyes wide, a little disbelieving, and also a little scared.
No one in the palace is simple, and no prince does not have three wives and four concubines.
She thought that her poetry was not good enough to be King Mo's concubine, but how could she be a concubine?
Her daughter would rather be a wife of a poor family than a concubine of a high family.
"Why, you don't want to?"
Concubine Jiang saw the repulsion in Luo Jiaocheng's eyes and asked in confusion.
She thought that she was sincere and her attitude was low enough. Luo Jiaocheng seemed to be unwilling. Why was that?
Her son was like a dragon or a phoenix among people, and there were many noble ladies from high families who wanted to marry him.
Luo Jiaochi pursed her lips, raised her head to meet Jiang Guifei, and said with firmness in her eyes: "In this matter of marriage, I will obey Shi Qing. I have not been raised for a day since she was born, so what's the matter?