Medical Doctor Travels Through Time to Train the Prince to Become a Wife-Controlled

Also in the court today, the Eighth Prince was also wondering, on his way back home, could it be that the Crown Prince didn't want to find a concubine at all, or could it be that he really didn't like the young lady of the Shangshu Mansion.

He had met the girl Qi Mingyu several times, but she was not outstanding enough to attract his attention. It was estimated that this time the prime minister really held a grudge against her.

The Eighth Prince has always been a very ambitious person. Although his mother has never had a very high status, she raised him in a low-key manner, which also cultivated his low-key character in everything.

But he still has ambitions in his heart, but compared with the second prince, he will not take action without a sure-win plan.

Qi Meng returned home in a rage. Looking at his daughter kneeling in the hall, crying, he felt really headache.

"Tell me, did you injure the young lady of the Prime Minister's family yesterday? And the Crown Prince saw you and shamelessly expressed his love for you."

Qi Meng thought of the scene at this morning's court and was so angry that he was shaking all over. He had never been so embarrassed before.

He had worked carefully all his life and finally got the position of Shangshu. If he lost his official position because of his daughter, she wouldn't mind having another child.

Zheng Wenmei walked into the hall and sat next to him. "What's wrong with the master? He's so angry right after he got home. Isn't this matter over? Whoever gossiped about it in the master's ear, I'll tear his mouth to pieces."

Qi Meng sneered and placed the cup heavily on the table, spilling the tea. "The Prime Minister filed a complaint with the emperor in the morning court. He has never been so embarrassed before."

Zheng Wenmei was so surprised that her eyes almost popped out. "It's just a small matter between girls. Why make a big fuss?"

He replied disdainfully, "Humph, it's nothing. She's the future Crown Princess. Who do you think you are? She, Qi Mingyu, is just the daughter of a minister. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked you to choose a date to marry her. You should be ready!"

When Qi Mingyu heard this, he completely collapsed. It seemed as if his head was filled with paste, and his words were incoherent.

"Dad, why do you want me to marry someone casually? How can a woman who knows nothing be more precious than me? I must marry the prince. I must marry him, even if I have to be his concubine. Otherwise, I will not be willing. I must disgust Meng Zhenzhen."

Qi Meng was frightened by his daughter's stubbornness. He always thought that his daughter was very well-behaved, but now he saw that she was no different from that shrew. He looked at his wife with disappointment on his face.

Pointing at her daughter on the ground, she said, "This is the lady you taught me to be, a lady from a noble family. But she is just a street shrew. She even asked to be my concubine. It's really a disgrace to our family."

Qi Meng is now completely disappointed in his daughter. He had turned a blind eye to his wife's actions in the past. After all, he relied on her family to study in the past, so he had always tolerated it. But now he doesn't want to tolerate it anymore.

"If you insist on doing it, then you're courting death! If anything goes wrong, I'll kick you out of the house. At that time, you'll be a lonely abandoned girl, nothing. Think about it yourself!"

Zheng Wenmei looked at the master's back as he left and knew that she had made a wrong move in this matter.

But I didn't expect that the old Prime Minister would have no respect at all and complain at the morning court. What a calculating person.

It was really annoying to listen to this mourning-like voice, "Get up, what's the point of crying? See, your father has given up on you, and the prince won't marry you, so just listen to me, I will arrange everything for you."

She is now scared by her father. She can't imagine how she can live as an abandoned girl.

My father had never yelled at me before, but this time he did this to me for Meng Zhenzhen.

When the maid returned to her courtyard, she heard the sound of a teacup breaking inside the house. "Meng Zhenzhen, you and I cannot coexist."

She sat in front of the desk, looking at the prince she had drawn stroke by stroke. What a high-spirited young man he was. Her heart was ignorant as a girl, and she was absolutely infatuated with him until now. Her tears flowed down, soaking the paintings.

She tore it all apart, her eyes vicious, "Prince, don't blame me for being unjust if you are unkind. I love you so much, but you relegated me to dust."

The maidservant now felt that the young lady was not in a good mental state. She was laughing loudly, crying heart-wrenchingly, and muttering to herself from time to time.

They all retreated silently. This was too scary.