After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Prime Minister Wen choked, his expression became extremely ugly: "...She has a lusty ambition, what does it have to do with the maids in my house? Lord Feng, please don't kill everyone with one stick."

Feng Qiwu raised her eyelids and said with a lazy tone, "But this one case is so frightening. The maid who just died was usually very well-behaved and happy, but who would have thought that she would change so suddenly? What if it is me who is killed instead of you, Prime Minister? What should we do then?"

His face turned cold at this moment. Although there was still a smile at the corners of his eyes and mouth, the chill still seeped out, making it hard to breathe.

Prime Minister Wen faced the chill in the air and was nearly forced into a retreat. He was terrified, as if Feng Qiwu's words had a hidden meaning, as if she knew all his plans and was luring him into a dead end step by step.

"Lord Feng, please don't talk nonsense about things that didn't happen..." Prime Minister Wen pondered in silence, feeling guilty. It was unknown how long it took him to hide his panic.

Feng Qiwu took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "But no matter what, we must take precautions before it happens. Besides, I will handle my wife's affairs properly. My Feng Mansion can afford a little maid, so Prime Minister Wen will not have to worry about it."

Prime Minister Wen was speechless. Now that Luyao was dead, he had wanted to insert another person in. However, he didn't expect that this Fenggou would not even give him the slightest bit of face. He was truly despicable.

He had no place to vent his anger, so he could only drink several sips of tea. He calmed down but still refused to give up, saying, "Master Feng, although that's what you said, why don't you ask Ran Yan what she thinks?"

Feng Qiwu glanced sideways, and when his eyes met hers, a charming smile flashed across his eyes: "Madam, what do you think?"

Wen Ranyan's eyes were moist, and she said softly, "I will listen to my husband..."

She knew that Feng Qiwu would take advantage of the situation to place someone around her.

However, after changing to Feng Qiwu's people, some things become more fun to do.

She casually curled her red lips, making the teardrop mole under her eyes even more charming and alluring.

"..." Prime Minister Wen's face turned pale and he glared at Wen Ranyan for a few times.

What a useless thing! How come you don’t have any opinion of your own at all? Just do whatever Feng Qiwu says?

After all, he is a bastard born of a maid, so he is shallow-minded.

Prime Minister Wen frowned, his smile was a little stiff and ugly, and he sighed: "Since Ran Yan has said so, I can't say anything else, so let it be."

Feng Qiwu put down the teacup and her smiling eyes fell on him again.

Prime Minister Wen's scalp tingled at his laughter, so he quietly avoided him and ordered the servant beside him, "Go and call the Madam and the Young Lady over, it's time to start the feast."

The maid bowed and left. Half a cup of tea later, a burst of laughter was heard outside the door. Then, Madam Wen and Wen Ningwan walked in gracefully.

One of them was the mistress of the prime minister's residence, and the other was the prime minister's legitimate daughter. They were dressed naturally and radiantly, and they had just stepped into the front hall, but they had already made the whole hall look magnificent.

Madam Wen was dressed elegantly, covered in jewels, and exuded the natural bearing of a lady of a noble family. At first glance, she was a dignified and elegant person who grew up in an aristocratic family.

"Why don't you hurry up and serve the meal?" Madam Wen turned to look at the servants, "Don't keep our distinguished guests waiting for too long."

The servant responded and went to the kitchen.

Prime Minister Wen smiled and said, "Ran Yan, come and meet your mother and your sister."

Wen Ningwan was wearing a silk dress embroidered with peonies, standing quietly on one side. She had a slender figure and outstanding appearance, and a pair of slightly upturned phoenix eyes, revealing an indescribable charm and sharpness. She was truly radiant, bright and proud.

Her eyes swept over Wen Ranyan, and she snorted lightly with a look of disdain.

Wen Ranyan stood up and saluted politely: "Mother, sister..."

Mrs. Wen nodded with a warm smile.

Wen Ningwan's face immediately fell, and the mockery in her words was obvious: "You are just a concubine's daughter. Do you think you are worthy of calling me sister?"

Wen Ranyan was startled, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Wen and Madam Wen's faces changed one after another. Madam Wen pulled her sleeve and said in a low voice, "Didn't we just talk in the room? Put your temper back and don't annoy Feng Qiwu."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Feng Qiwu fearfully.

Feng Qiwu was drinking tea leisurely, with no intention of breaking up the situation.

Wen Ningwan raised her chin and became less afraid.

Prime Minister Wen immediately came out to smooth things over, saying, "Ran Yan, your sister has been spoiled since she was a child. What she said just now was just a joke. Don't take it to heart."

Wen Ranyan bit her lip and lowered her eyes in disappointment: "...I won't take it to heart."

Having said that, there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Wen Ningwan, the second female lead in this book, is also Feng Zhuyue’s wife.

Because she was born in the prime minister's mansion and had a noble status, she had been the apple of everyone's eye since she was a child, which made her arrogant and spoiled. However, based on her background alone, she did have the capital to be arrogant.

In order to win over Prime Minister Wen, the Feng family took advantage of the situation to get her engaged to Feng Zhuyue, and she also had her heart set on Feng Zhuyue. Therefore, she and the heroine Shen Zhixiang were like water and fire, and they often fought to the death.

She has a charming appearance and is very good at the art of lovemaking between men and women. After marriage, she often serves Feng Zhuyue and makes him feel comfortable. Even though he likes Shen Zhixiang, he cannot leave this kind of alluring gentle place.

Thinking about it, Wen Ranyan felt more and more that the heroine had very bad taste and actually fell in love with such a weird thing.

The maids fiddled with it for a while and finally the meal began.

The atmosphere at the banquet was subtle and everyone had their own thoughts.

Wen Ranyan seemed unaffected and actually ate happily in such an atmosphere.

Wen Ningwan quietly rolled her eyes, her disdain almost overflowing, she said contemptuously: "After all, you are used to staying in the manor. Even if you have learned some rules, it is still difficult to be accepted in the elegant hall, mother, don't you think so?"

"I can't even stop you from talking while eating." Mrs. Wen glanced at her.

Wen Ningwan turned her head away proudly.

Wen Ranyan smiled and raised her eyes, her eyes were dark, and her voice was soft: "Sister, what you said... How can it be unworthy of being in a formal place? This table of dishes is meant for people to eat. If you say that, my husband and I don't dare to eat it."

After she finished speaking, she leaned towards Feng Qiwu, snuggling up to him like a bird.

Feng Qiwu came here to watch the fun, but now he was dragged into it. He met her shy eyes with a sneer, and his black eyes suddenly became as deep as a pool of water. Although he was smiling, the cold frost in his eyes made people's backs chill.

The sudden condensation made everyone at the table silent.

Feng Qiwu looked at Prime Minister Wen, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Prime Minister Wen, I have heard that the daughter of the Prime Minister's family is of good character and beauty, but today I see that she is completely different. How come she hasn't learned the etiquette of dining yet?"

The lingering sound has not yet faded, but the long tone pierces people's hearts like a drum beating -