I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

Yuan Qinglian was wearing a gauze dress and sitting charmingly on the edge of the bed.

Song Nanzhi pushed the door open and hurriedly blocked Yunzhu outside.

"Ah, Brother Nan, you're here?" She looked at Song Nanzhi lovingly while wearing a veil.

The spring scenery in front of my eyes cannot be concealed.

In the past, when she was outside the mansion, Yuan Qinglian often dressed like this for Song Nanzhi to see.

But now, he was not interested in this, and said with a sullen face: "My grandmother lives next door. It would be really inappropriate if someone saw you dressed like this. What would others think of me if they knew about it?"

Yuan Qinglian was neither embarrassed nor annoyed, and walked towards him with a smile in her eyes.

She leaned softly against Song Nanzhi.

The man was displeased, and dodged skillfully, then picked up the coat beside him and put it on her: "You are still injured, some things can be discussed later."

Song Nanzhi wanted to leave, but Yuan Qinglian stopped him, with resentment in her eyes: "If you dare to walk out of here now, I will expose our affair."

"You dare to threaten me?" Song Nanzhi was instantly angry.

Yuan Qinglian lowered her eyes and returned to her usual gentleness: "I just want to let the prince know that we are in the same boat. Do you still remember the promise you made to He Jin'er?"

Song Nanzhi was the eldest son of the Marquis's Mansion. When he was young and energetic, he made many unrealistic promises to her.

Now he has to consider his own future and plan for the future of the Marquis' Mansion.

And she still cares about such trivial matters, and is even willing to threaten her own future and reputation.

Song Nanzhi no longer tolerated it and said coldly: "If you want to continue to stay in the Marquis' Mansion, you should behave yourself. It will not be good for you and Jin Ge'er to destroy me. You should take care of yourself."

"Clatter..." All the teacups in the room were swept away by Yuan Qinglian.

It fell to the ground with a loud bang.

This disturbed Old Madam Song who lived next door.

"What's that loud noise?" Old Madam Song asked with a frown on her face.

"It sounded like the voice was coming from Miss Yunbiao's room. I heard from the maid in the backyard that the prince stayed in Aunt Zhao's room last night. Who knows if he's throwing a tantrum just now." Mother Chen explained hurriedly.

Old Madam Song was unhappy: "She is not even a concubine, how can she have the right to control where Nan Zhi stays overnight?"

"A small family can certainly be well-behaved. If it weren't for the fact that she is Jin'er's biological mother, she should have been expelled from the house long ago."

Mother Chen sighed softly, "It is indeed dangerous for the cousin to be in the Marquis' Mansion. It would be fine if she behaved herself, but she keeps making mistakes in front of the Madam. I am afraid that the Madam will notice something."

"Jin'er is still young, so naturally he can't leave his biological mother. When he grows up and has more things to do, and his feelings for his biological mother fade, it will be easier to deal with."

While the two were talking, there was a noise from next door again.

"Grandma, where does that sound come from?" Liu Yueru stepped on the time and brought over the lotus seed soup she had made herself.

When Mrs. Song saw Liu Yueru's face change, she gave Mother Chen a guilty look.

"Nothing, it must be a wild cat that knocked something over. Is there something urgent that you are here for at this time?"

Liu Yueru curled her lips slightly and put down the lotus seed soup: "I've just made some sweet soup. Let grandma have a taste."

She looked outside, her eyebrows slightly frowned: "I have more. I brought a bowl for Cousin Yuan and some ointment to reduce swelling. I'll go over and take a look."

Having said that, without waiting for Old Madam Song to stop her, Liu Yue walked out of Nanxi Hall as quickly as Mother Yan and went towards Yuan Qinglian's room.

Old Madam Song suddenly felt something was wrong and went with Liu Yueru.

Yunzhu was standing outside the courtyard. When she saw the visitor, she turned pale with fear and saluted hastily: "Old Madam, Madam..."

Liu Yueru nodded slightly.

Old Madam Song looked at the tightly closed door and thought about who was inside. She stopped him anxiously, "I heard Qinglian was not feeling well. She must have gone to bed. Put your things down. It's the same if you come to see her another day."

Liu Yueru smiled and walked inside: "Since I'm here, why don't I go and take a look? I don't know when I can come again, so why not wait for a better day?"

Say it.

Mother Yan reached out and pushed the door open.

The two people in the room hurriedly put on their clothes.

A man and a woman were hugging each other on the bed. Yuan Qinglian was wearing a gauze dress and their clothes were in disarray!

Mother Yan stood there with an unpleasant expression: "Husband, Madam!"

Liu Yue was stunned as if struck by a bolt from the blue. No matter how the people around her shouted, she just stared at the two people in the room with red eyes.

Old Madam Song knew that something was wrong, so she took a few quick steps and looked at the two people in front of her. She felt so angry that her blood rushed to her heart and she felt dizzy.

He picked up the cane and hit Yun Qinglian: "You little bitch, how dare you seduce Nan Zhi here in broad daylight?"

Mother Chen frowned and covered Yuan Qinglian with the dress on the ground.

Old Madam Song turned around and shook Liu Yueru's cold hand, and called softly, "Yue'er?"

Liu Yueru came back to her senses.

With red eyes, she turned around and said to the two of them with her back to them, "If my husband cares about cousin Yuan, he could have told me earlier. It's not impossible to take in a concubine, who is a distant relative, to strengthen the relationship."

"My husband is too bullying now. Where does he put me as the mistress of the house?" After saying this, Liu Yueru quickly left.

Song Nanzhi glared at Yuan Qinglian fiercely.

He immediately chased after her and said, "Yue'er, you misunderstood. I just came to give her medicine. We are innocent and nothing happened."

Liu Yueru stopped and looked at Song Nanzhi, her smile not reaching her eyes: "Cousin Yuan dressed like that and hugging her husband, if this gets out, who will believe that you are innocent? And why do you need to close the door when delivering medicine in broad daylight?"

The disappointment in her eyes was not concealed: "She was originally waiting to be married, and now something like this has happened. Even if the husband has no intention of taking a concubine, I'm afraid he won't be able to be her husband again."

Song Nanzhi grabbed her sleeve and was speechless.

I’m afraid Yuan Qinglian won’t be willing to be a concubine in the Marquis’ Mansion!

Liu Yueru shook off Song Nanzhi and said coldly, "Husband, please tell me how to deal with this matter. This matter is serious. If we don't handle it well, I'm afraid my father will come to ask about it. Yue'er doesn't know how to deal with it."

Without waiting for Song Nanzhi to speak, she turned around and went back to Wenhuaxuan.

Old Madam Song was supported by Mother Chen all the way back to Nanxi Hall.

Song Nanzhi asked for leave and knelt in front of Old Madam Song together with Yuan Qinglian.

The old lady covered her chest and threw the teacup in her hand at Yuan Qinglian: "Asshole, look at what you have done. You can't stand it in broad daylight?"

The boiling hot tea in the cup splashed onto Yuan Qinglian's face through her veil.

She lowered her eyes and dared not speak.

Song Nanzhi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "Now that things have come to this, I can only take her into my room as a concubine."

Yuan Qinglian panicked. She shook her head and said, "I don't want to be a concubine."

Madam Song sat up straight: "If you don't want to be a concubine, do you want to be the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion?"

"Qinglian doesn't dare." She bit her lip and lowered her head to hide her thoughts.

"Don't dare? You wouldn't dare to do such a thing. Yue Ru would not come at this time in the past. Today, it just so happened that you did such an extraordinary thing at this time. Didn't you do it on purpose?" Old Madam Song was so angry that she felt dizzy.

Song Nanzhi thought of Yuan Qinglian's threat just now and asked: "Did you arrange this on purpose?"

"I really didn't. I never thought of being a concubine." Yuan Qinglian shed tears of grievance.

No matter how she explained, no one believed her.

Madam Song slammed the table and said sternly, "If you don't want to be my concubine, get out of the mansion, or you will be killed by a cup of poisoned wine. It's your choice!"