The boss of the end of the world travels through ancient times to pamper his little husband

As the legitimate daughter and wife of the Minister of Revenue, Zhu Tingwan and Madam Zhu naturally also received an invitation.

According to Zhu Hongfang's idea, Zhu Tingwan should stay at home to prevent her from going out and talking nonsense.

It would be fine if she said those shameless words at home, but if she said them outside and others knew about it, how would he put his old face?

Mrs. Zhu was still angry about Zhu Hongfang calling her a stupid woman, and she didn't think her daughter had done anything wrong. In addition, Zhu Tingwan begged her, so she brought her to today's incense meeting.

Zhu Tingwan persuaded Madam Zhu to bring her to the incense meeting because she thought Zhao Ye would definitely attend. Today she wanted to have a good "chat" with this country boy who monopolized the title of Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery.

So ever since Zhao Ye came, she had been keeping an eye on his movements. When she found him and Su Cen walking out of the house, she immediately followed them out while Madam Zhu was chatting with other ladies.

The weather today is really nice, the sky is as blue as water, there is no wind and no clouds, and the sunshine pouring down makes people feel particularly warm.

Su Cen took a few breaths of fresh air and felt refreshed, "Ah! I'm alive again."

Zhao Ye said with some concern: "Why don't you go back earlier and let the royal doctor treat you. Didn't you say before that you always felt weak?"

"Don't do that. If I call the imperial physician, he will have to drink tonic soup and medicine every day. For this, I have changed the schedule of checking Ping An Pulse to once every two months." Su Cen said hurriedly.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Ye couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the Sixth Prince was really good to Cen Ge'er now.

Just when she was about to tease him, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw a woman in a bright blue brocade skirt, with pearls and jade on her head and a spoiled look on her face. It was Zhu Tingwan.

Zhu Tingwan was about to say something veiled when she heard Su Cen say rather arrogantly, "Whose daughter are you? Don't you know how to behave when you see my husband and my husband?!"

After saying that, he gave Zhao Ye a look. Zhao Ye naturally knew what he meant and echoed: "You don't know the rules, is it possible that your family didn't teach you?!"

The two of them sang in unison, and somehow they seemed like the vicious supporting characters in a storybook who bullied the "protagonist".

At this moment, Zhu Tingwan felt extremely embarrassed, and secretly sighed that Zhao Ye was so hateful, talentless, and vicious, but how could she be so lucky to marry the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery.

She didn't know that her thoughts and the words she said behind her back had already been known by the two people in front of her.

Moreover, just now in the warm room, she was staring at Zhao Ye with jealousy in her eyes, and Zhao Ye had already noticed it. It was just that Zhao Ye did not take her seriously and was unwilling to argue with her.

I didn't expect that she would be so stupid as to run up to him on her own initiative with an expression that said "I'm here to cause trouble". So he had to teach her a lesson on how to behave.

Even though Zhu Tingwan was unwilling in her heart, her status and the rules were there. If the two of them insisted on being picky, she could only perform the ceremony.

Then she gritted her teeth, feeling extremely humiliated, and reluctantly saluted the two of them, "I am Zhu Tingwan, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue, and I greet the husband of Prince Jing and the husband of Marquis."

"Get up."

Since Zhu Tingwan dared to offend him, Zhao Ye simply said, "In the warm room, you kept staring at me, and now you are following us out. If you have anything to say, just say it, don't hold it in and get sick."

This was really rude. Zhu Tingwan didn't expect him to be so direct. Su Cen was standing next to her, so she hesitated, "Why don't we..."

"If you want to talk, just say it. If not, we won't keep you company. We don't have time to listen to you nagging."

Su Cen also agreed: "That's right, is there anything I can't listen to? It must not be something good."

After saying that, the two were about to leave. Zhu Tingwan was a little anxious and didn't care about anything else. "Although you are a marquis, you are born a commoner. The marquis's status is noble, so you need a famous family..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Zhao Ye, "What do you need? Do you need a wife or husband from a well-known family? Are you offering yourself for marriage?"

Zhu Tingwan had met Zhao Ye several times on other occasions. He always looked "gentle and harmless". She didn't expect that he would be so harsh to her behind her back. It turned out that his usual appearance was just a disguise.

As if he had discovered Zhao Ye's "true face", he said: "My Lord, have you ever seen your mean face? Do you know that you are so hypocritical and cunning?!"

"You..." Su Cen couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to go up and fight with her, but Zhao Ye stopped him and gave him a look to let him move aside.

Zhao Ye was not angered by Zhu Tingwan's words. He just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes full of disdain, and said in a calm tone: "Am I mean, hypocritical, and tricky? Haha, no matter what I am like, my husband loves me."

"I know that in your eyes I am just a country boy, without noble birth or so-called talent, but I am just lucky. I can guess these sour words without having to hear them with my own ears."

There was no big quarrel, but he just said sharply what Zhu Tingwan was thinking. His calm and composed appearance made her look like a clown.

I wanted to say something, but I heard Zhao Ye continue, "I was born in the countryside, but my parents taught me what is propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame. I am not like you, or I should say, not like you."

"The so-called legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue, an unmarried young lady, came to me, her husband, to promote herself. How "noble" she is, worthy of being "born in a famous family"! I have to ask Madam Zhu how she taught her daughter?!"

"Good!" Su Cen at the side couldn't help but applaud, "You're right, not only Madam Zhu, but also Lord Zhu should be consulted."

"You...you, you can't do this..." Although Zhu Tingwan was mentally retarded, it was only intermittent. She had not thought about the consequences before she came, but now when she heard Zhao Ye say that he wanted to question her mother in front of everyone, she panicked.

She didn't know why things turned out like this. She clearly came here to demonstrate, but before she could say a word, she was humiliated by Zhao Ye.

Zhao Ye really didn't want to care about her anymore, so he said to Su Cen, "Brother Cen, let's go."

The two of them were about to go back to the warm room. In fact, they said they were going to ask Madam Zhu just to scare her. If they really did that today, they would be destroying Princess Jinle's reputation.

But Zhu Tingwan took it seriously and hurried forward to stop the two of them. Unexpectedly, during the scuffle, she pushed Su Cen down.

Now she was in trouble. Su Cen, who was pushed down, turned pale immediately, frowned, and cried out that her stomach hurt.

Frightened, Zhao Ye quickly asked the maids and servants waiting nearby to help Su Cen into the house and call a doctor.

Naturally, this also alarmed the officials and families of royal nobles who were attending the incense ceremony. Among them, Jing Zhaohui was the most shocked and angry.

It would be fine if the Xiang Club turned out like this, but the main thing was that Su Cen's incident happened in her house. If anything bad really happened, I'm afraid she would become a grudge against Jing Xiangyuan.

Her brother was not an easy person to get along with, and until she was sure that Su Cen was okay, Zhu Tingwan could only "stay" in the Marquis' Mansion.

Mrs. Zhu was extremely regretful at this moment. She should have listened to her master and not brought her out, which resulted in such a big disaster.

No matter what Mrs. Zhu or others said, Zhu Tingwan only had one sentence, "It has nothing to do with me...it's his fault that he couldn't stand steadily..." But when she spoke, she always trembled unconsciously.

Mrs. Zhu was so angry that she wanted to slap her a few times, but she couldn't bear to do it. She could only chant Buddhist scriptures and pray that Su Cen was okay.