The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

Lord Meng stroked his daughter's hair lovingly and explained patiently, "First of all, Chen Dingbei knows me well. It's normal for young people to be confused for a while and be fascinated by new things. I want to give him a chance, and also give you a chance. If I break up now, you will regret it in the future, so I don't want to say it for sure."

"Secondly, even if I don't marry Chen Dingbei, there's no need for us to say it in a final way. The dignified Marquis Zhenyuan came to our house in person. If I were to speak coldly and mercilessly, even if we were right, we would still offend him. If we speak nicely now, even if the marriage fails in the future, it would be better to make the people in the Marquis Zhenyuan's Mansion feel guilty about our Meng Mansion, wouldn't it?"

"Ginger is indeed more experienced with age." Meng Wenyao, who was calm and at peace after being comforted, praised her father generously.

However, this matter still needs to be resolved eventually. The means can be gentle, but it cannot take too long. Meng Wen Yao does not want to waste too much time on Chen Dingbei.

"So what should I do now? Should I just wait for Chen Dingbei to make the final choice? I don't want to be the one chosen by others."

Lord Meng nodded with a smile: "Yes, you are worthy of being my daughter. You are not a silly girl who waits for a man to come back."

"But you have to figure out how to solve it yourself. Your life will be long, and you may have to face the situation where your husband changes his mind and falls in love with someone else. Start with this and learn how to deal with it."

Looking at her loving father, Meng Wen Yao's eyes slowly became moist.

Her father didn't say that all men are the same, but told her to just bear with it.

Instead, he let her handle it herself and decide her own future completely based on her own wishes. This is what a father who truly loves his child does.

Although the original owner lost a hypocritical childhood sweetheart, it is a great blessing in life to have such an understanding father.

She choked up and nodded: "Don't worry, father. Your daughter will think carefully and make the best decision. She will never regret it in the future, nor will she cause trouble for the family."

After returning to his room, Meng Wen Yao thought for a long time and then found Mrs. Meng to discuss the matter in a low voice.

"I heard that in matters of love, the most taboo is indecision. Women are the ones who end up getting hurt by procrastination. Now Chen Dingbei seems to be in love with the Lady of Mingyuan County, and the Zhenyuan Marquis family wants to renew their relationship. I don't want to wait for their family to decide the outcome of the matter, so I ask mother to help me."

Ever since returning from the palace, Madam Meng has been worried about her daughter's sadness and disappointment, so she decided to give Chen Dingbei another chance. That was really a step into the fire pit.

Seeing Meng Wen Yao pondering for so long alone and still with a resolute look on her face, Mrs. Meng felt a lot more relieved.

"You said there is nothing your mother can't do for you."

With such open-minded parents, Meng Wenyao did not hesitate and said directly: "Please ask mother to spread rumors outside, saying that the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion has exchanged horoscopes with our family, and my marriage with Chen Dingbei will be settled soon."

"what?!"

Mrs. Meng was so shocked that she almost couldn't sit still. She just thought her daughter was clear-headed and not in love, and she cried and shouted that she would not marry anyone but Chen Dingbei.

How come in the blink of an eye, my daughter is forcing me to get married? She is really crazy about marrying Chen Dingbei.

She advised softly, "My child, I know you can't give up the feelings you have had for so many years, but forcing you to get married is not only embarrassing, but also, even if you marry into the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion in the future, Chen Dingbei won't respect you too much."

“It’s not worth it!”

Meng Wenyao smiled apologetically and explained, "My daughter didn't explain it clearly. I didn't use rumors to force the Zhenyuan Marquis's mansion to get engaged, but to force Mingyuan to make a decision as soon as possible."

She counted on her fingers and explained to Madam Meng in detail: "Now the whole capital knows that Chen Dingbei loves Mingyuan, but the Marquis of Zhenyuan came today just to appease us and did not firmly decide on the marriage. This means that the Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion is waiting."

"They are waiting for Mingyuan's decision. If Mingyuan doesn't want to marry Chen Dingbei, they will definitely turn around and get engaged to us. If Mingyuan chooses Chen Dingbei, then I will be the one who is abandoned."

"Why should I wait until Mingyuan's selection is over before I can start a new journey in my life?"

Looking at Meng Wen Yao's gloomy expression, Mrs. Meng's eyes were red with heartache. Her daughter had suffered too much injustice today.

Meng Wenyao continued, "Mingyuan has only been in the capital for a short time, so the marriage will definitely not be decided so quickly. I don't want to wait any longer, so I can only force her to make a decision as soon as possible."

"Today everyone knows that Chen Dingbei gave her the hairpin. If the news spreads that the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion and our horoscopes match, it will be a slap in Mingyuan's face."

"So, as long as the news spreads that Chen Dingbei and I are compatible, Mingyuan will have no choice but to marry Chen Dingbei for the sake of face. Otherwise, the gold hairpin she received today will just be a joke."

Madam Meng nodded. Today, Mingyuan was wearing that golden hairpin and wandering around the palace, making Meng Wenyao a laughing stock to everyone.

But if news spreads that Chen Dingbei is going to marry Meng Wenyao, then Mingyuan will be the only one who will become a laughing stock.

So what if the queen wears the golden hairpin on her head? Chen Dingbei will not marry her anyway.

A favored girl like Mingyuan would definitely not endure such humiliation, so Mingyuan would not give up her marriage with Chen Dingbei even if the Zhenyuan Marquis's Mansion wavered.

Mrs. Meng thought about it over and over again, and felt that this rumor could indeed cut off the mess in front of her without any effort.

"Okay, in this way, in a few days, Mingyuan and Chen Dingbei's marriage may be finalized. Our family has become a laughing stock anyway, so let them laugh for a few more days and it will pass. It is better than waiting for a year or two before Mingyuan decides on the marriage and we are laughed at again."

Hearing this, Meng Wenyao felt a pain in her heart. She held Madam Meng's hand and said, "Mother, the one who laughs last is the one who laughs last. My daughter will be the one who laughs last. Our family will not always be a joke."

"Okay, as long as a woman doesn't get deceived by a man's love, she won't become a joke in her life." Mrs. Meng said with tears in her eyes.

Sure enough, within two days, when people were still discussing the fact that the son of Marquis Zhenyuan had fallen in love with another woman, someone was found to have stated with confidence that the Zhenyuan Marquis family had already matched their horoscopes with the Meng family.

"That's not right. The horoscope should be matched with that of Princess Mingyuan. Prince Chen gave the Queen's gold hairpin to Mingyuan, so isn't that equivalent to proposing marriage? Why did he turn around and look for Miss Meng again?" someone asked.

Another person immediately showed an expression of "you don't understand" and explained: "Then Prince Chen also gave Miss Meng the hairpin that the Queen Mother had given her. It's just a hairpin, how can it be used to finalize the marriage?"

"But the matter of matching horoscopes is true. I have a relative who works in the mansion of Marquis Zhenyuan. He saw with his own eyes that Marquis Zhenyuan personally went to the Meng family to propose marriage, so the marriage must be correct."

Just like that, with words spread one after another, the rumors seemed to have wings and flew to King Jing's residence in the capital.