Wealth and glory seek stability

City Lord's Mansion.

"Have you finished what you were asked to do?"

"It has been done. I have asked someone to add a drug that will make the young master sterile to the medicine he takes every day. Now he is completely inhumane."

"Don't call that evil young master."

"Yes."

Mai Mu fumbled with the white jade ring in his hand, his eyes filled with cruelty and gloom.

He hasn't used any tricks over the years. Maybe these people thought he was dead and dared to plot against him.

"Does Madam know?"

After thinking for a moment, Mai Zong said:

"Kecheng has been very active recently. Madam must have guessed something, but Jiuer didn't say anything. She just said that everything is going on as usual."

Mai Mu raised his hand and said, "I understand. You can go down now."

"Yes."

Green Bamboo Garden.

Mrs. Qingzhu was fiddling with the vases in the house.

Jiuer walked into the room with a bunch of extremely bright wintersweet flowers, looking very happy.

"Madam, the wintersweet flowers are in full bloom. The city lord specifically asked me to pick the most lively one to put in a vase for you."

Madam Qingzhu took the plum branch with a smile and placed it in a white jade peace bottle to trim it.

Cut off the extra branches on the wintersweet flowers, leaving only a cluster of buds ready to bloom.

"Madam's craftsmanship is truly the best I have ever seen. This plum blossom has been completely transformed after being trimmed by your skillful hands."

Madam Qingzhu waved her hand, signaling the maid to put the clothes in a prominent place, but there was still a trace of sadness lingering on her brow.

"What happened at my brother's home? Why hasn't Zui'er come to see me in all these days?"

Jiuer wanted to say something but stopped herself, as Mai Mu had instructed her not to tell his wife about Qingzhufang.

"Maybe the family has been busy recently. Madam, it is most important for you to take good care of yourself and give birth to a child for the city lord as soon as possible."

Madam Qingzhu nodded calmly, and just looked at the wintersweet on the shelf in the bedroom, as if she was sighing:

"Zui'er is really confused. A married woman must obey her husband. I will obey my husband in everything."

Hearing this, Jiuer's heart skipped a beat.

Madam, do you know this?!

She didn't say a word.

Qingzhu saw Jiuer's eyes full of worries, "You don't have to hide it from me. We have been married for many years and grew up together. There is nothing you can hide from me."

Jiuer thought to herself, Madam really did know about it.

"Madam, I am doing this for your own good. The city lord told me not to make you sad." She had long been fed up with those people in your family.

The people of Qingzhu family have been bullying others in Kecheng in recent years by relying on the relationship with Madam. Many people have complained about them. Now they are so bold as to plot against Madam. It is only right that they should be taught a lesson.

"After all, my husband and I are a family. My husband is my support. From now on, I will pretend that I don't have a family. I should also take good care of my body. If I can really get pregnant, I am willing to pay any price."

Mai Mu stood outside the window, listening to Madam Qingzhu's words. He felt so relieved inside that even the wind, rain, frost and cold outside did not seem scary at all. He clenched the hairpin in his hand that he was going to give to his wife.

Open the bedroom door.

"Madam, do you like the plum blossoms I sent you?"

Madam Qingzhu was surprised at first, then she glared at Mai Mu with a look of reproach, "You are so old, but you came in without saying anything. You scared me."

"I just sent Master Jian away a few years ago, and I thought it would be a rare quiet time, so I came to accompany Madam."

Madam Qingzhu stood up slowly, picked up a hairpin and tried to tie her hair up.

Mai Mu took out the box in his hand and opened it. Inside was an exquisite plum blossom hairpin with a large and dazzling ruby. He walked behind his wife and tied her hair into a bun in a very familiar manner.

Madam Qingzhu smiled and smoothed the hairpin in her hair, "Thank you, husband."

He picked up the small teapot on the stove and poured a cup for Maimu.

The two clinked their glasses, and without saying a word, the tacit understanding between husband and wife over the years turned into an unspoken smile between them.