The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

You know what, Tang Chujun really thought so. Shi Chengxuan had been tossing around in the backyard for most of his life, and in the end, he made wedding clothes for her.

She observed the behavior of the Qiu family members and judged their character from the details. If they were to choose the main wife with extravagant money, it meant that they were ambitious and vain.

It's not that they don't deserve to enjoy life. To put it bluntly, survival comes first, and then life. You have to stand firm and save enough money before you can enjoy life.

To know the price of one principal room, you need to know the price of four servant rooms.

When one is uncertain about life, if one does not know how to be frugal and only knows how to enjoy oneself without restraint, there is a high probability that one will try every means to ask for money from his children.

If you are used to asking your children for money, how can you still do your job well?

Moreover, reaching out to the children is actually reaching out to the Jian'an Marquisate. Such a person is likely to betray the master family for the sake of profit.

When Tang Chujun saw that several people chose the servants' room, he felt more favorable towards them.

She told her daughters-in-law, "If they don't know how to do it, find someone to teach them and guide them. As long as they are willing to learn and work hard, it won't be a problem."

Wei Cailing agreed, sincerely, "Mother, if all mistresses were as generous as you, there would be no disputes in this world."

Hearing this, Tang Chujun said calmly, "It's simply because you don't care about that man, so it's hard for you to feel disgust towards the woman in his backyard. You might as well put yourself in his shoes. If it was the woman in Qi'er's backyard, you..."

Wei Cailing blushed, "Mother, my husband said he won't take concubines in the future. Do you think that's credible?"

Tang Chujun smiled, "I should be the one asking you this. Do you believe it?"

Wei Cailing was very perceptive, her face flushed with shame, "I believe it. At least I believe that when he said this now, he really meant it in his heart and would not lie to me. As for the future... there is still a long time to go, we have to wait and see, right, mother?"

Tang Chujun tidied the hair hanging down from his daughter-in-law's ears with concern, "Although I am Qi'er's mother, I also treat you as my daughter. I will be happy only if you two live a good life."

She paused and said seriously, "I dare not promise you that my son will be this or that. But there is one thing I must remind you, that is, live every day well, be happy, and don't wrong yourself. Xia'er always told me that it is better to wrong others than to wrong yourself. I think this is a good saying, so I don't wrong myself at all now."

Wei Cailing almost cried when she heard this. If her mother had just said this, it would have been fine, but it was different when her mother-in-law told her not to wrong herself.

She whispered, "Mother, you are so kind. Don't worry, I will treat my husband well."

The two of them exchanged many intimate words between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and were reluctant to leave. They said goodbye three, four, five, and six times, but they still didn't say goodbye.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion, and they sat in the carriage and chatted animatedly. Especially when they talked about An Xia's coma, they couldn't help but feel worried.

Although they were worried, the two of them encouraged and comforted each other until Shi Yunqi brought out a stack of bamboo slips and books and put them in Tang Chujun's carriage. Only then did they stop.

Shi Yunqi told Tang Chujun, "Mother, give these things to your brother-in-law."

Tang Chujun was puzzled, "What are these books?"

Shi Yunqi carefully put the book away, then raised his head and answered, "They are all historical records about people who woke up after being in a coma. They are all true stories. I thought that my brother-in-law would feel hopeful after reading them."

Tang Chujun thought to himself, your brother-in-law believes more than anyone else that your sister will wake up, and he is full of energy all day long, why does he need to see these?

But this was her son's sincere intention, so she couldn't pour cold water on him. "Qi'er, you are so thoughtful. If your brother-in-law reads this, he will probably have confidence."

Shi Yunqi spent a lot of effort collecting these records. With his mother's praise, he felt that he had done something extraordinary, and he happily brought Wei Cailing into the Marquis' Mansion.

After Tang Chujun returned, he went to An Xia's bedside to show off his achievements, "Xia'er, Xia'er, wake up quickly..."

Then she spent half an hour recounting her great achievements, starting from when Qiu and others came to see her, focusing on her battles of wits and courage, how she gradually gained control of people's hearts, and how she made people convinced.

It's no wonder she's eager to show off, mainly because in the past, whether she was pretending to be a ghost to scare Mrs. Zhu, or giving a long speech to scold her own father, it was all because Shi Anxia wrote the script in advance and set the scene for her to memorize, and she practiced it many times before there was any effect.

This time, she completed it all by herself from beginning to end. Isn't that worth being proud of?

But her daughter Shi Anxia was lying there quietly. She couldn't be said to be completely motionless. She would occasionally frown and purse her lips, but she was not awake.

Tang Chujun personally wiped his daughter's body carefully before leaving, and when he left, he deliberately glanced at his son-in-law.

But she felt a deep sorrow between her son-in-law's brows and eyes when he was flipping through the records of true stories that Yunqi had found.

Tang Chujun felt a little guilty, "Yuan'er, you should rest early."

"Go away, mother." Cen Yuan said goodbye respectfully before returning to the house and lying quietly beside Shi Anxia.

He habitually pulled her hand and placed it on his chest, feeling her warmth and letting her feel his heartbeat.

Cen Yuan could be sure that it was not him holding her hand, but she holding his hand.

In the darkness, he couldn't help but let a faint smile appear on the corner of his lips, and covered the back of her hand with his other hand.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard her call softly, "Qingyu."

The sound was especially clear in the dead of night.

Cen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. She half-raised herself and asked, "Bao'er, are you awake? Are you awake?"

It’s still a quiet night, and no one answers.

Ye Baoer, who was sleeping on the side of the bed, pricked up his ears. When he heard the noise, he immediately raised his body, scratched the edge of the bed with his paws, and made a "woooo" sound.

Cen Yuan wanted to get out of bed and light a candle, but the little girl held her hand tightly and she couldn't get away.

He gave up and lay down next to her again.

This kind of situation happens from time to time, and today is not the first time.

Shi Anxia didn't wake up, she was just mumbling.

Sometimes she called him "Qingyu", sometimes "husband", her voice was calm and gentle, like a feather tickling his heart.

Cen Yuan's mind calmed down again. At least, they were by each other's side.

He believed that she would wake up eventually.

Suddenly I remembered something and talked about it in the dark night.

"Once I was being chased..."

That was in the previous life. Cen Yuan was being pursued by soldiers and was stabbed several times. Covered in blood, he stumbled into the back alley of the acrobatic troupe.

When he saw Shi Anxia, ​​his vision was already blurred.

He didn't ask her for help, nor did he tell her that someone was chasing him, because at that time, he was in a desperate situation and felt that it was impossible to escape.

But she judged the danger just by the dense footsteps and calmly called Bei Hui over.

Two half-grown girls stuffed a big man like him into a broken leather drum.