The cannon fodder female supporting role wants to run away, and the madly criticizing prince is red-

The Marquis brought back two young men from outside.

One is named Gu Ling, 18 years old, and likes martial arts.

Lin Qianqian saw at first glance that the young man was solid and dark-skinned, and twice as strong as Gu Huai. When he bowed to the Marquis, the muscles in his arms bulged automatically.

He stood like a pine tree, with his lower body very stable.

His every move and gesture exudes the skill and ease of a martial artist.

The second one was named Gu Yuan, 17 years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a gentle appearance. He was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, and it was obvious that he was a student.

These two are distant descendants of the Gu family, and are five generations apart from the Marquis's branch.

They are all men with good character and intelligence, but from poor family backgrounds.

Yu had been crying for the past two days. Today, when she saw the Marquis really bring the person back, she could no longer cry. No matter how much grievance she felt, she could only swallow it.

As the mistress, she still has to show her tolerance and generosity.

She smiled kindly and cordially, "These two children, one is handsome, the other is strong, and they are both smart and capable children."

"With them, Huai'er will have two more brothers."

"Don't worry, you two, once you enter the Marquis' Mansion, you will be my children. I will definitely treat you as my own children."

"Thank you, mother." Gu Ling said with his head down.

Gu Yuan also bowed, "Thank you mother for your love."

The Marquis said from the seat of honor, "From now on, Gu Ling and Gu Yuan are the second and third sons of our Marquis' Mansion."

"They are just like Gu Huai. No one can be neglected."

Cheng Jiayao came forward, looked at Gu Ling and Gu Yuan one after another, and said with a smile, "These two are indeed brothers of our family. They really look like the prince."

"With two more young masters, the Marquis' Mansion will be more lively from now on."

Just when Gu Ling and Gu Yuan didn't know how to address her, Yu introduced her, "This is Jia Yao, your sister-in-law."

Gu Ling and Gu Yuan hurriedly greeted Cheng Jiayao, "Sister-in-law." Cheng Jiayao responded and said a few words to them.

Gu Ling and Gu Yuan turned to Gu Huai.

Gu Huai walked over, grabbed Gu Ling's arm with one hand and Gu Yuan with the other, and said, "Second brother, third brother, from now on we are brothers."

Gu Ling patted Gu Huai's shoulder, "Brother."

Seeing that the three brothers recognized each other quickly without any estrangement when they met for the first time, the Marquis stroked his beard and felt relieved.

He said, "You three will be brothers from now on. You must live in harmony, love each other, help each other, and work together."

Gu Yuan saw Lin Qianqian beside Gu Huai, and his eyes lit up, "Is this Aunt Lin?"

Lin Qianqian turned her head and took a small step towards Gu Huai, avoiding his sight. Gu Huai nodded perfunctorily, "Yeah."

Gu Yuan did not hide his surprise, "I've heard that the prince has a concubine who is famous in the capital. So that's it."

Lin Qianqian lowered her eyes to the ground, smiled politely and said nothing.

Famous in the capital? There is no good reputation at all, only a bad reputation.

But in the eyes of Yu, it was incredible. She was so angry that she cursed in a low voice, "Look, this vixen is really a vixen."

"Gu Yuan had just entered the Marquis' Mansion when she almost bewitched him. He almost had his eyes on her."

"She even smiled at him, shamelessly."

Cheng Jiayao was close to Yu, and she was secretly delighted when she heard Yu scolding Lin Qianqian like that.

Gu Yuan is at the age when a young man begins to fall in love and admires young girls.

When I see a beautiful girl on the street, I always take a second look at her.

Now that he has come to the Marquis' Mansion, he finds Cheng Jiayao dignified and beautiful. Then, when he sees Lin Qianqian, the charming and stunning concubine, he feels that he has come to live a good life in the Marquis' Mansion. He will also have such a beauty in the future.

Facing Cheng Jiayao, she had the aura of a queen, and no one dared to neglect her casually. Moreover, he respected her as the Crown Prince's wife, and next to her was Yu, so Gu Yuan did not dare to look at her presumptuously.

When looking at the concubine Lin Qianqian, I suddenly remembered that she came from a brothel.

Gu Yuan had been to a brothel once before, and he had only one impression of the women there: they were cheap stuff.

Hence, there was a hint of impertinence and intrusion in his eyes.

Cheng Jiayao always kept a decent smile on her face.

Even if Marquis Yu didn't speak to her, she would put on a flattering smile while listening to their conversation.

In his previous life, the Marquis only mentioned adopting a son but did not take any actual action.

In this life, he actually adopted two sons.

Cheng Jiayao was filled with doubts. Could it be that her rebirth had somehow changed the course of events?

If she really wanted to make her stepson the heir, wouldn't she, the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion, become a joke?

Lin Qianqian was also surprised that the Marquis actually did this.

In the book, the Marquis once mentioned that he wanted to adopt a son, but Yu Shi cried and begged him to give up, because after all, Gu Huai was their only biological son.

Probably to set off the heroine, the prince Gu Huai in the book became more and more of a complete idiot, and then more and more useless, only knowing how to hang out in brothels and spend his days in debauchery, and the mansion was in decline, without any action. He ran to ask the heroine Cheng Jiayao for help, but the heroine ignored him, and finally the mansion was in great trouble, and the prince Gu Huai died of depression because he was worried about Cheng Jiayao.

At that time, Lin Qianqian complained while reading a book: It would be better to give birth to a piece of barbecued pork than to give birth to such a useless son.

Now that the Marquis has done this, she wants to give him a thumbs up.

The IQ is online.

After raising him for eighteen years, he still doesn't know what kind of person his son is. And he wants to make him his heir. Isn't this ruining the future of the Marquisate?

It would be better to train a few capable sons in advance, so that someone can really save the Marquis's Mansion from danger.

The prince Gu Huai in the book is irresponsible, a coward, has no opinions of his own, and has a very low IQ. He is only obsessed with women.

If she were a marquis, she would do the same.

So, she supported him.

In the book, the heroine has no conflicts with her mother-in-law, and her husband is stupid and obedient. So she easily took control of the power of the mansion as soon as she entered the house.

If the cannon fodder prince was not the only son and there was an excellent heir, then she would not be the mistress of the house.

The family had a reunion dinner and returned to the bedroom. Yu once again couldn't help crying on the quilt.

The Marquis came in and glanced at her. "You still have the nerve to cry? Who told you to only give birth to this one son, and a useless one at that? Would I do this if I had no other choice?"

Yu wailed in pain, tears streaming down her face. "If I hadn't hurt myself giving birth to Huai'er, I would have given birth to another child for you even if I died."

The Marquis had a cold expression and a creepy smile, "What about Zhao and the others?"

"How did their children disappear one after another? How did Abao die? I saw him grow up to three years old with my own eyes, and you didn't even let a three-year-old child go. You vicious woman!"

Yu Shi held back her tears and said uncomfortably, "If she hadn't attacked me first, would I have done this to her?"

The Marquis sneered, "You finally admitted it."

He walked up to Yu, grabbed her by the collar and slapped her hard.

"Snap——" a crisp sound suddenly stopped.

There was a burning pain on her face, and Yu felt as if the last trace of something in her heart was gently shattered.