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"The Master and the Young Lady have entrusted the young master to us. We must take good care of the Chen family and not let it fall into the hands of others."

Madam Zhuang nodded and gossiped, "I noticed that the old man seemed to stay in Meng's room every night. Do you think the old man will get better?"

Uncle Fu shook his head: "It shouldn't happen. The medicine that Taifu gave me back then was quite strong. We have given it again every few years over the years. It shouldn't be possible for it to get better."

"That's good, that's good!" Madam Zhuang said "Amitabha" repeatedly.

Uncle Fu's expression became more serious, and he sighed, "It's because the elder is not in good health that things went wrong."

"What do you mean?" Nanny Zhuang asked nervously.

Uncle Fu looked far away, recalling the past: "Do you remember when we were in the Zhuang Mansion, the elder was the youngest and the most knowledgeable, but he didn't get along well with everyone. He has been an official for many years and has no close friends, and he doesn't interact much with his family."

Madam Zhuang nodded, and then listened to Uncle Fu say, "The Grand Master has been aloof for half his life, and I'm afraid he really wants to find someone to have a good talk with. You see, even if he and Madam Meng haven't consummated their marriage, but they still have something to say to each other, isn't that even more terrible? Even if we send the little girl over, the Grand Master may not even take it seriously."

"That's right. Literati often talk about a confidant. This confidant can last longer than the love of love. What should we do, Uncle Fu?" Nanny Zhuang was already panicking. She felt that this mansion would soon belong to Meng Wen Yao.

"Don't worry, let's think about it."

Uncle Fu comforted Madam Zhuang while pacing to think of a solution: "The Grand Tutor is gone, and the young master has no say in the old man. The people from the family are far away, and the old man doesn't listen to them. Now the only one who can keep the old man away from Meng Wenyao is probably the young lady."

"Yes," Madam Zhuang immediately agreed, "Today, the old man was angry that Aunt Liu lived in Yilan Courtyard, saying that it was an insult to the young lady. It can be seen that the old man still misses the young lady in his heart."

"I remember that there is a portrait of the young lady in the Zhuang Mansion. Why don't we hang the portrait of the young lady in the study of the Lord? It can also remind the Lord that the young lady is his true confidant."

"it is good."

The two of them quickly reached an agreement and hung the portrait in Chen Yanqing's study that same day.

That day, it was already dark, and Meng Wen Yao went to the study to find Chen Yanqing, carrying a bowl of chicken soup that had been simmered for three hours.

Meng Wen Yao entered the study room, but Chen Yanqing was so busy that he didn't notice her at all. Meng Wen Yao was not angry, but gently put the chicken soup on the table, which caught Chen Yanqing's attention.

"I know you are busy, I dare not disturb you, okay~"

Meng Wenyao pointed at the bowl of chicken soup and said with a wink: "Drink it and nourish your body. I will leave after you finish it."

Picking up the soup bowl, Chen Yanqing said with a hint of guilt: "I have been too busy these days. Thank you for your hard work, Madam. I will be back soon after I finish my work here."

Hearing Chen Yanqing's ulterior motives, Meng Wenyao couldn't help but blush. She reached out to help Chen Yanqing wipe the soup from his mouth and said coquettishly, "Don't worry, take your time."

Chen Yanqing smelled the handkerchief with Meng Wenyao's body fragrance, and the flames in his heart suddenly ignited. He stopped Meng Wenyao with one hand and said ambiguously: "Stay with me."

Meng Wenyao dodged shyly and whispered, "Oh, the soup is going to spill."

During the struggle, Meng Wen Yao glanced and saw an old portrait of a beautiful woman. Her heart suddenly turned cold and her soft body slowly stiffened.

Finally, Chen Yanqing, who was hovering around Meng Wenyao's neck, noticed her abnormality and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"Humph, Elder Chen is really affectionate. Since you already have a beautiful woman by your side, I won't bother you anymore."

She turned around to leave, not wanting Chen Yanqing to hold her tighter.

"What's going on? Who else is here besides you?"

Meng Wen Yao said nothing, staring at somewhere with tearful eyes. Chen Yanqing followed Meng Wen Yao's line of sight and finally saw Miss Zhuang's portrait on the back wall.

He wondered, "It wasn't there yesterday. I wonder who hung it here."

Meng Wenyao didn't believe this. She pushed Chen Yanqing away and said angrily, "I'm not the kind of jealous person. It's just that there are other women hanging in the room of the elder, and now he is intimate with me, which is really disgusting."

"Please listen to my explanation," Chen Yanqing said helplessly.

"I really didn't hang this up. This woman is Qianmo's mother. I remember this portrait was left in the Zhuang Mansion. I don't know who decided to hang it here."

"I don't know who is in charge. Apart from the Lord, who else can make the decisions in the Lord's study?"

The two people were becoming more and more confrontational. Chen Yanqing looked up to the sky and sighed. If he hadn't seen this portrait, he would have almost forgotten what Miss Zhuang looked like.

It was understandable that he was reminded of someone by seeing the object in the past, but now that he already has Meng Wen Yao, he naturally doesn't want to bring up a dead person to annoy Meng Wen Yao.

He coaxed in a low voice: "It might be Uncle Fu who did it. My relationship with Qianmo has been tense recently, and he might want to use this method to remind me."

"Uncle Fu came from the Zhuang Mansion, so it's natural that he's obsessed with Qianmo. In this case, the elder can slowly remember Qianmo by looking at his memories, and treat the eldest son with filial piety, so as not to waste Uncle Fu's good intentions."

Meng Wenyao was angry, and Chen Yanqing thought it was just like a child sulking. He pinched Meng Wenyao's nose and coaxed her, "My relationship with Qianmo has been strained recently, mainly because he doesn't study hard. Uncle Fu is just trying to trick me. I think this portrait should be hung in Qianmo's study to remind him that his mother gave up her life for him, and to remind him to study hard."

After saying that, Chen Yanqing personally took down the painting and had someone deliver it to Chen Qianmo in the cover of night. He was then very gentle and tender to Meng Wenyao before he finally made her smile.

The next day, when Nanny Zhuang and Uncle Fu found out that the portrait had no effect at all, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What should I do? The Lord is completely obsessed with Meng. There is no room for the young lady in his heart."

"We can't go on like this, otherwise there won't even be a place for the young master in this family anymore."

The two discussed for a long time but couldn't find a good solution. Finally, Madam Zhuang said, "How about writing a letter to Miss and see if she has any ideas?"

Fu Bo thought about it for a while and felt that this was the only way.

"It's time to write a letter to the young lady."

Thousands of miles away, in a county government office, County Magistrate Xu Tongfu came home from work and saw his wife reading a letter. He sent the maid out while asking, "Is it a letter from the capital?"

The woman who was reading the letter read it carefully and did not answer Xu Tongfu's question. Gradually, her face became solemn. Xu Tongfu also leaned over and asked nervously, "But what happened to Qianmo?"

At this time, the woman closed the letter and said worriedly: "Qianmo is fine, it's Chen Yanqing who got married."

"Get married?" Xu Tongfu chuckled, "He was drugged by his father-in-law and can't do anything, so why is he getting married now?"