Marry a concubine? Reborn to move out of the mansion and marry a general

"An Ran?" Gu Feiwan was wrapped up like a big bear. Ning Weizhou's cloak was large and thick, with the hem dragging on the ground. When she put on the hat, it covered her entire head. If she hadn't tried her best to raise her head, An Ran was so short that she really couldn't see if there was anyone in front of her.

An Ran smiled brightly: "Mother, Father, I will go with you!"

Ning Weizhou was speechless. For a moment, a long-lost bitterness welled up in his eyes.

It was just like when he was three years old, after his mother’s funeral, his grandfather picked him up, stroked his back, and said to him softly but firmly:

"Xiao Zhou, go home with grandpa!"

Gu Feiwan frantically picked up his cloak and hugged An Ran: "How did you know?"

An Ran looked up, holding the heater in her hands, and looked well prepared:

"I heard from the servants during the day that an old man in the Zhenguo Mansion passed away. I wondered if my father and mother would go to pay their respects. If they did, An Ran would go too, since she is my father's daughter!"

"Good!" Gu Feiwan clapped his hands in approval, but he failed to catch the cloak and it fell directly at his feet!

Ning Weizhou picked up the cloak, wrapped his wife and daughter in it, and the family of three walked out in the wind and snow.

When we arrived at the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, we saw white lanterns hanging at the door. Someone at the doorstep saw the carriage from the General's Mansion from afar, and sent someone to report while leading people to greet them:

"General, the Duke has been waiting for you in the mansion for a long time!"

Ning Weizhou nodded and did not embarrass the visitor. After jumping off the carriage, he carried his wife and daughter out.

The man saw it and waved to call for a sedan chair: "The road is slippery, madam, would you like to take a sedan chair?"

Ning Weizhou finally showed a hint of satisfaction on his face, and the visitor's tense expression relaxed a little.

He is the chief steward of the Zhenguo Mansion, and was sent to welcome Ning Weizhou today.

After accepting the task, he racked his brains and came up with the courtesy of the emperor's personal visit. If it wasn't a funeral in the mansion, he would have wanted to roll out a red carpet and set off a few strings of firecrackers.

Rumor has it that Ning Weizhou is obsessed with his wife, and this method of pleasing his wife is indeed effective!

Everything in the Zhenguo Mansion was black and white. The mourning hall had been set up, and Old Madam Ning had been properly placed in the coffin. The younger generations were wearing linen mourning clothes and kneeling in front of the coffin.

Ning Nanshun cried the most, his nose was rubbed red, and when he saw Ning Weizhou coming in, he jumped up from the ground, pointed at Ning Weizhou's nose and cursed:

"You still remember to come? You still have the nerve to come? Grandmother is mad at you!"

Ning Weizhou stopped and said expressionlessly: "Then I'll leave?"

The chief steward came up and denied it three times: "No! No! No!"

He welcomed the person in with great fear. If he was driven out again, the whip on the Duke of Zhenguo's waist would hit him!

"Second Master, the Duke has instructed you to serve in front of the old lady's spirit with peace of mind!"

The chief steward complained that Ning Nanshun was a fool on weekdays. If he hadn't been protected by the old lady, he would have been beaten to death by the Duke countless times!

Now that the old lady is gone, the people in the mansion have naturally changed their expressions, but Ning Nanshun is unconscious and still behaves the same as before:

"Who do you think you are? You're just a dog in my family, and you dare to talk to me like that!"

The chief steward usually had only dignity in the mansion, and could even have a say in front of the Duke of Zhenguo. Now, in front of so many people, being scolded by Ning Nanshun, his face could not help but show some annoyance.

Fortunately, he was quite shrewd. After a moment, he changed his expression and turned around to say respectfully to Ning Weizhou:

"The weather is cold. After the Duke has asked the general to burn incense, he will go to the warm room at the back. He will be waiting for you there!"

Before Ning Weizhou could say anything, Ning Nanshun rushed over and made the chief steward stagger: "I haven't finished speaking yet, who allowed him to burn incense?"

The chief steward stepped back a few steps and said respectfully: "The old lady has lived a peaceful life. She shouldn't want any noise in front of the coffin. If you have anything to say, wait until the general has finished burning incense, and then we can go to the warm room to see the Duke!"

Speaking of the Duke of Zhenguo, Ning Nanshun subconsciously felt a chill in his spine and an inexplicable pain and itch all over his body!

Ning Weizhou waved him away and led his wife and daughter forward. The chief steward had good eyesight and stepped forward to light the incense and pass it over.

Although An Ran was young and it was her first time to encounter such an occasion, she was still very polite and flawless.

Ning Beian led everyone to return the greetings and said in a hoarse voice: "Grandmother must be relieved that Xiaozhou can come!"

Ning Weizhou glanced at him. The pain on Ning Beian's face did not seem fake. He must have cried countless times that day, and his eyes were so swollen that he could not open them.

Madam Ning stood up and put the cloaks back on Gu Feiwan and An Ran: "Wrap them up quickly, it's windy outside, don't catch a cold!"

Gu Feiwan thanked him, took An Ran's hand, and got back into the sedan.

The chief steward led the way and soon they arrived at the warm room.

"Are you here?" The Duke of Zhenguo sat at the top, still in his casual clothes, without any sign of sadness.

A woman in plain clothes was sitting nearby. When she saw Ning Weizhou and Gu Feiwan coming in, she stood up and bowed.

"Please sit down." The Duke of Zhenguo pointed at the woman and introduced her to Ning Weizhou: "This is Sufen, her last name is Chen. If you like, you can just call her Aunt."

Ning Weizhou said nothing, but took Gu Feiwan to sit down, and then held An Ran on his lap.

Chen Sufen looked normal and brought over a bowl of cheese:

"Miss, you may be hungry after all this journey. This cheese has been kept warm in hot water and is just right for you to eat."

An Ran was indeed a little hungry, but she didn't look around. Because she was sitting on Ning Weizhou's lap, she just bowed her head and thanked him slightly, but did not take the bowl of cheese.

Chen Sufen didn't seem embarrassed. She smiled faintly, put the cheese down, and stepped back.

The Duke of Zhenguo's face darkened: "Why? Are you worried that there's drugs in it, and it'll poison you to death?"

He had been a soldier for half his life, and his stern face could scare half of the ministers in the court.

An Ran was still young after all, and she visibly flinched.

Ning Weizhou felt distressed: "Come at me if you have the guts. What's wrong with bullying my daughter?"

When the Duke of Zhenguo heard this, his chest puffed up and he was filled with anger!

But no matter how angry he was, he had to swallow it back!

"What kind of daughter is she to you? She is just a burden!" The Duke of Zhenguo relaxed his expression and said, "I know you value your daughter-in-law, and you love her too, but since you can bring this little thing here, I will naturally acknowledge this great-granddaughter!"

After saying this, the Duke of Zhenguo looked at Ning Weizhou earnestly.

After all, as the Duke of Zhenguo, recognizing a child who was expelled from the Shen family as his heir is already a very honorable thing!

Unexpectedly, Ning Weizhou sneered, picked up An Ran, took Gu Feiwan's hand and walked out:

"I will stay outside for one night to show my respect. After Madam Ning is buried, I will take my mother's tablet and leave!"

The Duke of Zhenguo was stunned, with his mouth open and hands stretched out, but no sound came out!