Reborn to be replaced? Remarried to the royal palace, raising children and training husband

In Prince Duan's Mansion, neither the death of Butler Zheng nor the disappearance of Wenqin caused any ripples.

When a person dies, it is like a light going out, but Prince Duan’s Mansion continues to operate.

At the back door, a vegetable farmer carrying a load on his shoulder gently knocked on the back door of Prince Duan's Mansion.

After the door opened, an old woman who was picking her teeth looked up and down at the vegetable farmer in front of her who looked to be no more than 20 years old, and asked with disdain:

"Who are you? What are you doing here in Prince Duan's mansion?"

The vegetable farmer was slightly startled, and instinctively looked behind the old woman. Not seeing anyone familiar, he smiled and said:

"My dear sister, I am Qiu Tong from Shili Village outside the capital. I often send some wild game to Butler Zheng. Could you please let him know?"

When the old woman heard about housekeeper Zheng, she immediately looked at the vegetable farmer vigilantly and waved her hand impatiently to drive him away:

"Go, go, go! We don't have Butler Zheng here, please leave!"

"Ah? What's wrong with you? Butler Zheng is obviously the butler of Prince Duan's Mansion. Why are you..."

The farmer was eager to explain, but the old woman rolled her eyes impatiently and said coldly:

"Don't make a fuss here. You won't have to make a wasted trip in the future. Butler Zheng... alas, he has passed away."

On that gloomy afternoon, a surprised question echoed in the air: "Died of illness? How could he die of illness out of nowhere?"

"If he died of illness, he died of illness. How can I know the twists and turns of it? Stop making noise!" The old woman pushed the man out of the door with some impatience. With a "bang", the door closed heavily.

After the vegetable farmer was pushed out, he seemed to be frozen in place, with a look of shock on his face.

He had clearly met Butler Zheng not long ago, so how come the news of his death came in the blink of an eye?

No, he had to rush back immediately and tell the lady and the master the news!

Gu Qinlan went to visit Zheng Fenghui early in the morning.

Seeing that Zheng Fenghui's expression was still calm, she felt relieved.

Zheng Fenghui naturally remembered what happened last night. He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He looked at Gu Qinlan with an uncertain look, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"I know why I suddenly lost control. At that time, it was as if there was a deep voice in my mind tempting me..."

Having said this, Zheng Fenghui lowered his head, and his voice became low and dull:

"I'm sorry. You once said that the eldest son of Prince Duan's Mansion shouldn't lose his composure. Last night... I must have disappointed you terribly, right? You must have been very disappointed in me."

Zheng Fenghui didn't dare to raise his head, for fear that he would see the disappointment in Gu Qinlan's eyes as soon as he raised his head.

Gu Qinlan stretched out her hand helplessly, gently held Zheng Fenghui's face, and forced him to raise his eyes.

Her eyes were firm and warm as she stared at Zheng Fenghui and said solemnly:

"Feng Hui, you don't need to apologize. You are just ill. You didn't mean to get angry or lose control."

"sick?"

Zheng Fenghui was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Gu Qinlan nodded heavily, then gently rubbed his head and said with a smile:

"Everyone will feel unwell sometimes. As long as you take good care of yourself, you will recover naturally. Do you believe me?"

Although Zheng Fenghui knew nothing about his illness, and he had never heard of any disease that could cause emotional outbursts, Gu Qinlan's confident look suddenly gave Zheng Fenghui a surge of strength, and his attitude towards Gu Qinlan became softer.

"Well, I will take good rest."

Just as Gu Qinlan was about to leave, a clattering voice suddenly sounded:

"Brother! How are you? I heard that you had a tantrum last night. It was really impressive! Tell me the details quickly..."

Zheng Fengyun shouted loudly and ran into the house like a whirlwind.

When Zheng Fengyun's eyes fell on Gu Qinlan, who was sitting at the head of Zheng Fenghui's bed, his body froze for a moment involuntarily. His face was slightly embarrassed, and he stammered:

"Oh, so mother is here too?"

Gu Qinlan's eyes wandered over the gorgeous bouquet of flowers in Zheng Fengyun's arms. The flowers were colorful and beautiful.

Zheng Fengyun tried his best to hide his head behind the flowers, as if he intended to use the flowers as a shield to cover up something of his own.

Gu Qinlan smiled and raised her arm, beckoning. Although Zheng Fengyun was feeling uneasy, he still walked slowly to Gu Qinlan, with a smile on his face. He stuffed the bouquet into Gu Qinlan's arms and asked:

"Mother, is there anything in the world more charming than this flower?"

Gu Qinlan raised her eyebrows slightly, with a playful look in her eyes, but did not answer immediately.

Zheng Fengyun pointed at Gu Qinlan's face and said solemnly:

"The most beautiful thing in the world is not the flowers, but you, my mother. As the saying goes, 'the beauty of a woman is as beautiful as the peach blossoms'. In front of my mother, the flowers are inferior."

Gu Qinlan tapped Zheng Fengyun's forehead gently and said angrily:

"Don't think you can get away with sweet talk. All you think about all day is how to dominate the world."

Zheng Fengyun laughed dryly a few times, and realizing that Gu Qinlan was not really angry, he immediately seized the opportunity and hugged Gu Qinlan's arm affectionately:

"Mother, Feng Yun doesn't just want to dominate for a while. Feng Yun aspires to become a mighty general and protect his country. As for prestige, that's just a byproduct."

While speaking, Zheng Fengyun secretly glanced at Zheng Fenghui, signaling him to come and help.

Zheng Fenghui disagreed, and just rolled his eyes at Zheng Fengyun helplessly, saying contemptuously:

"You are such a flatterer, and you think you can become a general? If that's the case, the future of the Western Wei Dynasty is in jeopardy."

"Oh, what are you talking about? I came to visit you with good intentions and even brought a bouquet of flowers, and this is how you treat me?" Zheng Fengyun broke free from Gu Qinlan's arms, straightened his back angrily, and confronted Zheng Fenghui.

Zheng Fenghui's eyes moved back and forth between the bouquet that Zheng Fengyun had originally given to Gu Qinlan and his now empty hands. With a hint of teasing on his lips, he asked:

"Where are your flowers? Why can't I see them?"

Zheng Fengyun scratched his scalp slightly embarrassedly, then turned to Gu Qinlan and pretended to cough.

He thought that it would be inappropriate to come to visit empty-handed, so he brought a bouquet of flowers with him, pretending to give it to his elder brother. He thought, a grown man would not be interested in flowers, right?

In this way, won’t the elder brother return the flowers to him?

In this way, he not only cleverly did a favor, but was also able to take back the flowers and give them to Gu Qinlan again. This was killing two birds with one stone and was a brilliant strategy!

however……

How could he have expected that Gu Qinlan was also here!

Gu Qinlan looked at the little guy in front of her. His bright big eyes kept spinning around, as if he was silently thinking about something in his mind. She couldn't help but laugh at his innocence.

"Feng Yun is really smart. He actually wants to please both sides."