After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

"You are so smart, what nonsense are you talking about!" The man's friend slapped him on the back of the head and kept winking at him.

"I'm not kidding. You should have met the Marquis of Yongchang! Back then, he loved buying a bowl of wonton soup at your breakfast shop!"

"What kind of relationship do you have with the Marquis of Yongchang? Is your relationship comparable to that of the Marquis of Yongchang's wife? Comparable to that of Mr. Su and Mrs. Su? They all said that this is not the Marquis of Yongchang!"

Unfortunately, the man was a simple-minded person, and he said aggrievedly: "But he looks exactly like the Marquis of Yongchang."

"Don't watch the fun, you idiot. Let's go to Fuquan Teahouse and have a cup of tea."

When it comes to news, no place in Kyoto is better than Fuquan Teahouse. The whole story of the incident had already spread throughout the teahouse before the parade team had even entered the city gate and reached the west gate.

"Women are the most vicious! The world is going downhill! Is this the ugliness of human nature or the decline of morality!"

An old scholar said with great sorrow.

Song Da couldn't stand others saying bad things about the wife of the Marquis of Yongcheng, so he retorted, "Don't talk nonsense. This person dared to pretend to be the Marquis of Yongchang, shouldn't he be taught a lesson?"

The old scholar jumped up and pointed at Song Da's nose and cursed: "What is the truth of the matter? You and I know it. Whether that man is the Marquis of Yongchang or not, you know it, I know it, and many people know it."

"That's right, Madam Hou is really too cruel. She showed no mercy to Yongchunchang. No wonder Yongchang Hou didn't come back for more than ten years."

"It's not good for women to be too strong. Don't they know that they should save some face for their husbands in public? The wife of the Marquis of Yongchang is simply trampling on the face of the Marquis of Yongchang!"

Song Da snorted coldly: "Madam Hou gave him face, and he gave Madam Hou face again? How can anyone bear to beat Mr. Su and Ms. Su into such a state?"

The old scholar said: "If a son is not taught well, it is the fault of the father. As a father, is it wrong to teach your children a lesson with a stick?"

Song Da got to the point: "I don't think he recognized it. This is his child."

The old scholar said stubbornly: "Girls change a lot when they grow up. It's been more than ten years. Children grow up fast. He didn't recognize them. Isn't this normal?"

Song Da smiled with a fake smile: "How normal! He didn't even recognize his own wife, and he even said that his wife was someone else's second wife."

The old scholar has completely run out of excuses and can no longer clear himself.

In order to ease the tense atmosphere, someone deliberately directed the topic to Longwu General Li Aotian: "This is also interesting. The lover in the scandal followed the wife of Yongchang Marquis to cause trouble for the current husband."

"Haha, General Li must have watched quite a big show."

"General Li has a cold and hard temper. Even when his own son was sick, he couldn't call him back from the barracks. I didn't expect that he would lead his troops out of the city with just one word from Madam Hou. If you say there is nothing going on between these two people, I don't believe it at all."

"It's just a rumor. Even if it's true, you can't admit it."

Everyone made faces and said everything without saying a word.

At this time, in the private room on the second floor, Mrs. Niu's face was filled with shock and excitement.

She patted the girl next to her, who was in her early teens and as graceful as a lotus flower, and said, "Mother, you have no courage. You should learn more from the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang. This is what we call the art of training a husband."

"Don't teach the child carelessly. Just wait and see, when Marquis Yongchang returns home, he will definitely ask for a divorce letter." The young lady of the Duke of Ji crumpled her handkerchief into a ball.

The actions of the wife of Marquis Yongchang made him feel happy, but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Madam Niu was confident: "Marquis Yongchang would not dare to divorce his wife. This is a marriage granted by the emperor. Let me say that since he has the ability to ignore the mansion for more than ten years, he came back with two beautiful concubines. That would be fine, but he also beat the children like that, he deserves to be punished!"

The young wife of Duke Chengguo also looked like she had learned something: "It is said that the people of Yongchang Marquis' Mansion are powerful! Yongchang Marquis suffered a great loss, but he has no way to express his pain! Who told him to sneak back? As long as the wife of Yongchang Marquis insists that he is not Yongchang Marquis, even if he proves his identity in the future, he can't do anything to his wife."

"After all, the Marquis of Yongchang didn't recognize his wife and children in front of so many people!"

The three women present all thought that the behavior of Yongchang Hou was too ridiculous. If he really couldn't recognize her, it meant that he didn't care about his first wife, son, and daughter at all.

It would be even more hateful if he was pretending and no one recognized him.

That means he just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to suppress the wife of Marquis Yongchang!

Especially since he traveled light but brought two concubines with him. Who was he trying to offend?

"Madam Yongchang's move is powerful! Since we can't kill him, let him lose face and make others unable to find fault with him!"

"After this parade, I guess those concubines won't dare to come out and jump around so easily!"

"What is a thunderous move? This is a thunderous move! If I don't attack, it's fine. Once I attack, I will beat him so hard that he can't even lift his head!"

The little girl sitting quietly beside nodded thoughtfully, so, is this the reason why Baichuan Academy only accepts female students for its martial arts training?

When you can't explain yourself clearly, fists are the best choice!

The little girl spread out her ten white, tender and slender fingers, imagining the beautiful scene of her punching her future husband if he dared to displease her.

Madam Niu didn't notice her daughter's strange behavior at all, and continued to flatter her: "A good blacksmith must have strong tools himself! The most powerful move of the Marquis Yongchang's wife is that those who recognize the Marquis Yongchang will point out that he is not the Marquis Yongchang!"

"This is the reputation and confidence that Madam Yongchang has accumulated over the past few years! Whoever she says is, that's the one! Whoever she says is not, even if it's true, that's not the one!"

"That's amazing! No wonder the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang wants to climb up the social ladder. This feeling of calling a horse a zebra is indeed more fascinating than staying at home to take care of her husband and children."

The three ladies looked stunned.

Women in the world are like blooming flowers. Some are delicate flowers in a greenhouse. Those with good luck will be loved and cherished, while those with bad luck will wither in the wind and rain.

There are also wild flowers on the roadside, struggling for life against the sky, some growing vigorously while others are despised.

There is no right or wrong, and there is no such thing as good or bad. It’s just that delicate flowers always envy the freedom of wild flowers, and wild flowers envy the love and care that delicate flowers receive.

Now, a carnivorous plant has grown among these flowers.

This flower is delicate and beautiful, free and unruly. Everyone wants to pick it, but they dare not go forward for fear of being eaten by it.

She blooms alone, and those who pick her flowers know she is dangerous but cannot help but get close to her, but she shows no mercy to anyone.

Such a vicious method not only did not diminish her beauty, but made her even more charming.

Her existence seemed to be telling the flowers, who says flowers must be picked? Can't she attract a few more flower slaves to circle around the flowers?