Chapter 47.2 FCADW? IRTBTMOTMM
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Favoring Concubines and Destroying Wives? I Refuse to be the Mistress of this Marquis' Mansion
Chapter 47:
Private Meeting 2/2
Wu'er felt a bit hesitant, "W-what favor?"
As soon as Bao'er mentioned it, she wanted to refuse, but she couldn't resist Bao'er's continuous pleading, "Wu'er, besides you, there's no one else who can help me."
Wu'er reluctantly agreed.
Bao'er smiled and said, "Good, Wu'er, luckily we have you. Let's tidy up the porcelain pieces together. We don't want to get cut."
"Miss, it's late. You go rest; I can handle it."
"Wu'er, there's no need for formality between us."
Bao'er and Wu'er picked up the porcelain pieces together.
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It was a clear and refreshing day.
Lin Yunwan was tending to the chrysanthemums in the courtyard. It was almost the flowering season, and she had already instructed someone to place several pots in front of her room.
"Madam, are you personally taking care of these flowers?"
Ping Ye handed her a pair of scissors.
Lin Yunwan took the scissors and reminisced about the days in the women's chambers, saying with a smile, "Before I got married, every day was filled with music, chess, calligraphy, poetry, wine, tea, and flowers. It's not like now; it's been a long time since I properly tended to a flower pot."
Speaking of flowers, she asked Ping Ye, "Are the flowers in the garden hall arranged?."
"They were almost done yesterday. Yuan Mama is coming soon to finalize, you can ask her," Ping Ye replied.
Linyun Wan nodded, "Tomorrow is the formal banquet to welcome and entertain the Xia family. At that time, both families, young and old, should be present, and there should be no mistakes."
"I understand," replied Ping Ye.
Looking outside the courtyard, Ping Ye smiled and said, "The young master is coming to pay his respects."
"I already gave him a break. Why is he coming again? This child..." Lin Yunwan said while putting down the scissors.
Lu Chang Gong walked over, bowed in greeting, and looked at the chrysanthemums in the corridor, saying, "Mother, when did you start growing so many hydrangeas?"
Ping Ye pouted, "Young Master, what kind of eyesight is that? These are chrysanthemums."
"Although they are just seedlings, a few flowers have bloomed. How did you even mistake this?" Lu Chang Gong blinked, walked closer, and, upon a closer look, embarrassedly admitted, "I made a mistake." He then whispered, "It's almost the season to appreciate chrysanthemums in August." He felt regretful for being so foolish in front of his mother; he couldn't even recognize such a simple thing.
"Come in and talk," Lin Yunwan said.
Putting down the scissors, she asked him, "Did you stay up late practicing again last night? Until what time did you go to bed?"
Lu Chang Gong pursed his lips and said, "It wasn't very late, I went to bed before midnight."
Ping Ye took in a sharp breath.
"Before midnight! Young Master, why don't you just wait until morning?" Lin Yunwan sighed and brought up his grandfather, "Your grandfather developed blurry vision before he even reached fifty. Do you want to end up like him, not being able to recognize your own family members from a yard away?"
Lu Chang Gong hurriedly replied, "Mother, I don't want that."
"A son who recognizes his mother will always recognize her, no matter the time," he softly defended himself.
Lin Yunwan fell silent.
Lu Chang Gong earnestly admitted his mistake, "I won't practice so late in the future."
Lin Yunwan's complexion improved a bit. "Sit down," she ordered, instructing the maidservant to bring breakfast.
Lu Chang Gong sat down and explained, "Mother, it's not that I didn't take your words to heart. It's just that every time I start writing, I forget about the time."
Lin Yunwan smiled, "I understand."
Zhuqing arrived, greeted Lin Yunwan and Lu Chang Gong, and said, "Madam, I have a few words to say, and then I'll leave."
Lu Chang Gong instinctively lowered his head, not listening to their conversation.
Zhuqing whispered to Lin Yunwan, "Last night, Yan Mama dismissed all the maids from the side courtyard. The young master hasn't shown his face all day. Young Master Qing's throat is also hoarse today."
Lin Yunwan smiled at her.
This Zhuqing was indeed a sharp executioner, hitting vital points with every word.
"Lu Chang Gong, you can go back now. Come over when I have some free time."
"Thank you for your understanding. I'll take my leave." Zhuqing smiled as she left.
Ge Bao'er wanted to get close to the eldest son and become the Madam of the Wu Ding Marquis's residence? No way. Without a proper identity, daring to instigate the eldest son to make her drink a fertility potion was too audacious. If she really became the Madam of the Marquis's residence, who knows how she would act!
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Chang Gong really is the ideal son. Waiting for the big drama in the banquet. Thank you for the chapter.
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