Qiao Yuyan turned around and found that Qixi was standing behind her. She was a little surprised, and then she felt a little more confused.
"The master has gone to the study," Qixi stepped forward to help her organize the books on the table, but hesitated, "Mrs.... quarreled with the master?"
Qiao Yuyan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Seeing that she could still laugh, Qixi looked obviously more relaxed, "It's okay if you don't. You and I have been in love since childhood. Unlike others, most men in this world who come from better families have three wives and four concubines, not to mention the current family.
These gentlemen and gentlemen above, even in the old days in Jiangzhou, my uncles and uncles all had aunts!"
Qiao Yuyan looked at her in surprise and couldn't help laughing, "What are you talking about!"
Qixi sighed, "Madam, I want to say that it is rare for you and the master to be together. The relationship cultivated since childhood should be cherished. There will be no quarrels between husband and wife. I will beat the slave.
As far back as I can remember, the master has been coaxing you. If there is any conflict between two people, sometimes the wife might as well be a little softer."
She was completely thinking about herself, Qiao Yuyan would not be ignorant of what was good and what was bad.
It's just that Qixi thought that she and Wen Tingyuan were a real couple, so she had such doubts.
Actually...
Qiao Yuyan felt a trace of bitterness in her heart, but she recovered quickly. She burst out laughing, stretched out her hand and tapped Qixi's forehead, "Although you are older than me, you haven't even gotten married yet! You actually taught me a lesson."
Is it possible that you want me to give you a husband's house? But if you don't feel comfortable asking about this, just ask Grandma Wang to tell me. If the other person has a good character, I will definitely agree."
Qixi was so angry that she flushed, "Madam, you are really...I won't talk to you anymore."
Seeing her running out out of shame, Qiao Yuyan couldn't help but smile heartily. This smile dissipated most of the depression in her heart.
Qixi's words made her realize that it was actually her own misconception.
Probably because I was being yelled at all day long, I really put myself in this position.
It doesn't matter what purpose Wen Tingyuan married her for, anyway, their pre-marriage commitments have not changed.
Even if it's true...
Qiao Yuyan breathed out gently to calm herself down completely.
Even if this marriage is actually his plan, it doesn't matter.
She believed in Wen Tingyuan's character, at least she wanted to believe that he would not harm her.
Once you believe this in your heart, everything else becomes trivial.
After all, she originally wanted not to get married, but now she maintains a marriage in name only, which saves her a lot of worries from other people's gossip.
Thinking about it seriously, he wanted something from her, but she was more able to take it calmly with her attitude towards this marriage. As the saying goes, each gets what he needs.
only……
She thought about the time she spent in the Xu family, but it was a pity that they were no longer the same Uncle Wen and Yan'er as before.
The sky outside became overcast again, and there seemed to be heavy snow. Qiao Yuyan asked the little maid to come in and turn on the lamp, and carefully looked through the information on the servants in the house.
Many of the relationships above were in her mind, so it went by very quickly, and she could finish reading it in an afternoon.
Counting the time, Qiao Yuyan took Pinlan out again, and directly carried the warm sedan to the side door to wait.
On the way, I met Wen's family, and the two of them walked hand in hand.
When the two people arrived, Mrs. Chen also came over. After a while, Mrs. Wen and Mrs. Wen's carriage came over.
Mrs. Chen went to help Mrs. Wen, while Qiao Yuyan and Mrs. Wen helped Mrs. Wen.
Both of them were now so cold that their lips were blue, and their legs and feet were feeling a little uncomfortable from standing for a long time.
The maid who brought them quickly put the two people into the warm sedan, which had already been warmly prepared, and went directly to Yi'an Juli.
Mrs. Chu also prepared everything from Yi'an Juli, and the ginger soup was cooked to the right temperature.
Wen Qiong came in immediately after him. After visiting his mother first, he frowned and said, "Now that the Seventh Prince is in charge, it is really too much!"
While they were talking, the third master Wen Qiongfei and the fifth master Wen Qiongyu also rushed over with the fifth wife.
Several juniors were also gathered around. Wen Tingyuan was the last to arrive. When he arrived, he stood next to Qiao Yuyan, his eyes falling on her face with a hint of inquiry.
Qiao Yuyan gave him a reassuring smile and turned to Mrs. Wen.
Wen Qiong and Mrs. Wen were sitting at the top. His eyes swept over the people in the family, his expression heavy, "I'm afraid something will happen during this funeral. Everyone... please live in peace!"
Old Mrs. Wen nodded slightly, with a rather angry tone, "The British husband and wife are already over eighty years old, how can they endure such hardship at this age? This fainting was actually said to be disrespectful to the late emperor.
, it’s really…”
She stopped talking as she spoke, obviously not feeling comfortable continuing, but the sadness of the thing hurting its kind was clear.
Wen Qiongyu looked at his brothers and said, "The fifth and sixth brothers are easy to talk to, but the third brother is not allowed to go out anymore. The British prince got close to a guard captain under General Hu some time ago, and he talked carelessly outside, which is a crime."
It’s a taboo.”
Wen Qiongfei's complexion suddenly changed, and then his face swelled into the color of pig liver, and he murmured in response: "I know."
He turned his eyes to Wen Shoudi, who hurriedly said: "Father, don't worry, the family school has been closed, and my son has also said hello to all the uncles in the clan. In any case, no trouble is allowed outside during this period."
As usual, Wen Liang did not attend such an important occasion today. He was locked up in a small courtyard behind Yi'an House by Mrs. Wen. All the attendants around him were removed, except for two elders chosen by Mrs. Wen herself.
Aunty, you are rigid and strict in your work.
Compared to being locked up in my own small yard and studying hard, my movements are much more restricted.
Mrs. Wen watched her third child behave in front of her father. Although she felt bitter in her heart, she didn't have so many thoughts anymore.
Today was the first day of mourning, and there were so many frightened people. Among them was a young man named Gaoming, who was pregnant with Liujia and standing in the square with a big belly. It was really scary.
It is said that she was originally reported to be pregnant, but the reply inside made people feel helpless. They only said that according to the ancestral rules, there was no need to mourn for the late emperor if she was not pregnant, but she still had to come.
Mrs. Wen didn't know whether the young Mrs. Gaoming could survive it. She also knew that this was the result of offending the Seventh Prince.
This actually made her realize how wrong her son's behavior was last time.
Wen Qiongyu talked to everyone for a while, then dismissed, and told Mrs. Wen to have a good rest, and then stayed to take care of Mrs. Wen.
Wen Tingyuan was still like that, always acting like an invisible person when in front of others.
Qiao Yuyan only responded with silence. Just when she walked out of the door of Yi'anju, his hand was held by him.