"No!" Mrs. Qiu almost roared, scaring everyone present.

Qiu Yiran never thought of marrying Ke Qiaoqiao. For him, marrying a wife must be helpful to him. Of course, good looks are the most basic condition. Ke Qiaoqiao is such a cousin who is not good-looking and has no help from her parents. If it weren't for her grandmother's love, he wouldn't even be lazy to look at her more, let alone marrying her, and not to mention a fair wife.

However, it is one thing that I look down on you. It is another thing that my grandmother yells at opposition so anxiously and excitedly. I have always respected my grandmother. Seeing that he treats my cousin kindly for his grandmother's face, he couldn't help but glance at Ke Qiaoqiao coldly, and the disgust and contempt on his face was unconcealed: "Dad, if I want to marry a common wife, I have to have a reason to make the Xu family not object, right?" Or my mother's family has the power and potential to help the Qiu family, or they are richer than the Xu family, or they are beautiful, but they are not good at giving birth to a son.

Of course, Qiu Yiran couldn't say the following few words, but who could not tell the naked contempt in his eyes? Except for Ke Qiaoqiao lying on Mrs. Qiu.

Ke Qiaoqiao is very conflicted. She has ruined her body and her reputation. If she doesn’t marry her cousin, can she marry a better family? After all, her cousin has a title, and she still has a grandmother in this mansion to support her, right?

Ke Qiaoqiao felt that she had fallen into a tragic situation where she had no choice, and she felt really wronged. The handsome and noble figure appeared in her mind again, and she couldn't help but clench her fists, regretting the beautiful fate that was strangled in the cradle. Her ideal marriage was destroyed by the Qiu family and her cousin, so she naturally wanted to seek justice at the Qiu family.

"Grandma," Ke Qiaoqiao raised her tears, "It's over, Qiaoqiao doesn't want to make things difficult for her uncle, aunt and cousin. Qiaoqiao is willing to be a concubine first, and she will talk about it after Xu Yuanniang has a chance." Now that the door of Qingxiangfang is closed, Xu's family will not enter, isn't there any money in the Qingyuan Marquis' Mansion? She also suffers with her. It's better to plan slowly. Anyway, with her grandmother here, she can't lose her money.

"No, absolutely not," Mrs. Qiu rejected, "You can't marry Yi'er, you can't get married, you can't be married, you can't be a wife or a concubine. The servants who know about this today have beaten me carefully. As long as there is a little bit of wind, they will all be beaten to death."

"Grandma?" Ke Qiaoqiao was confused. Is her grandmother so strongly opposed, really just thinking about her? My grandmother had indeed said before that she was not suitable to marry into the Qiu family. First, the eldest cousin is so beautiful, and second, the Hou Mansion is now strong and the Hou Mansion, and the eldest cousin needs a family that can help him. Instead of being strong, the husband and wife are not harmonious in the future, it is better to be just a pleasing sister. In the future, the Hou Mansion and the eldest cousin are better, and they will be her backer.

But isn’t the situation changing now? She is a woman with severe uterine cold. What good will the family accept her? Even if a poor family wants to marry, she also likes to have a good life. In addition, she is not a charming woman with a charming and charming figure. If her grandmother really plans for her, hasn’t she thought about this?

Mrs. Qiu felt so distressed, but she couldn't say it, so she could only shake her head toughly: "Don't say anything more, just deal with this matter like this."

The old marquis didn't say anything, but just looked at Mrs. Qiu thoughtfully. The indescribable emotion in her eyes made Mrs. Qiu who had occasionally glanced at her suddenly feel guilty. Seeing that Ji and Qiu Yiran had complicated faces, they suddenly realized that their reaction was too intense. A hint of embarrassment flashed across their faces, asking mother Zhu to take all the maids and mothers out, and then said: "Hehe, Qiaoqiao cannot be a concubine. Moreover, Yi'er's zodiac sign is also the same as Qiaoqiao, but Xi'er and Qiaoqiao are very suitable."

"No," the one who shouted out this time was Ji. "It would be fine to be a concubine for Yi'er, but it would be absolutely not possible to be a wife for Xi'er. Is this trying to make me Xi'er have no legitimate children? Or do you want to use the same trick again and steal the dragon and turn the phoenix?" This old pious woman was about to make her crazy and dizzy. She had already calmed down and threw her rationality into the sky.

As soon as these words came out, Qiu Yiran and Ke Qiaoqiao were stunned. What did they mean?

Mrs. Qiu's face was twitching ferociously. What did Ji know? No, it was impossible?

The old marquis sighed inwardly and said to Qiu Yiran: "You all go out, your mother and I have something to discuss with your grandmother." Ji was a little impulsive, but at this point, it almost proved that Qiu Yanran heard what she heard in her dream. It is nothing wrong to reveal it in advance, and perhaps it can give the crisis facing the marquis this time a turning point.

Qiu Yiran opened her mouth and said nothing in the end. She glanced at Ke Qiaoqiao and went out. Ke Qiaoqiao also felt that the atmosphere was wrong and hurriedly followed.

Qiu Yiran saw the close-fitting and longing beside the old marquis guarding the door, and his eyes were gloomy: Father is prepared for a long time? Isn’t my father not the eldest wife’s biological son? But he came from “stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix”? Then he was revealed by his father and mother, and was about to find the eldest wife to confirm, but happened to encounter the incident where he was drunk and walked into the wrong house?

As soon as the door was closed, Mrs. Qiu's face became darker and her whole person bounced up: "What are you doing?" What she herself could not notice was that although she raised her voice and wanted to start with her, she was fierce on the outside but her voice was trembling.

The old marquis looked at her deeply, turned around and sighed heavily, and then said in a deep voice: "The Grandmadame has done something that he knows, but I don't know if you dare to enter the ancestral grave of my Qiu family in a hundred years? Don't waste your energy and say nonsense, evidence, etc. You must know that without a real grasp, I dare not talk to you with this attitude. I will only say one thing, paper cannot cover the fire, no matter how secret you do."

"You...you..." The lady's lips shivered, her heart sank little by little, but she didn't dare to faint because she didn't know what the bitch in front of her was going to do, how to deal with their three grandparents and grandchildren. She underestimated this "son". Her husband who had been with her for decades had no clues until her death. How could this bitch appear? How did she appear? How did she know?

What she couldn't see was that the old marquis who turned her back to her was no less nervous than her at the moment. He turned around because he was not sure, or he was afraid that some terrible prophecies would come true.

At this moment, as long as Mrs. Qiu dares to yell and scold her, perhaps the old marquis will kneel down again.
Chapter completed!