Raising a concubine under her nose, the reborn mistress marries the prince

"Oh, that's enough, mother, you're really annoying!" Ye Huan pushed his mother away with impatience on his face, feeling that his ears were almost deafened by his mother's nagging.

"Brother Jiang Hai has been promoted to a higher position and given a higher rank now. His knowledgeable and talented appearance has fascinated countless women. But he just happens to be in love with a woman like me. If I follow what my mother said and become a well-educated lady who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, would I still be myself? I'm afraid that by then, brother Jiang Hai won't even look at me!" Ye Huan put his hands on his hips and spoke very logically.

Mrs. Ye looked at her daughter's stubbornness and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

In fact, if I think about it carefully, what my daughter said does not seem to be unreasonable. A forced melon is not sweet. If I force her to change, it may even have the opposite effect.

Seeing that his mother finally stopped nagging, Ye Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

However, she had not been living a happy life these days. There were always some self-important ladies who mocked her openly or secretly, saying that a great talent like Jiang Hai actually married a useless fool like her, which was a waste of talent and a waste of talent.

Every time Ye Huan heard these harsh words, he became furious and several times he almost couldn't help but fight with those people on the spot.

Because of this, Mrs. Ye was worried that her daughter would continue to cause trouble outside, so she forcibly brought her back home to practice music, chess, calligraphy and painting, hoping that she could be reborn into a truly talented woman in a short period of time.

But Ye Huan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She had been brought up according to the standards of a fool since she was a child. Now she wanted to transform herself into a talented woman at the last minute, but it was too late!

What's more, she had no intention of making any changes at all.

As for Mrs. Ye, to put it bluntly, she has a strong competitive spirit and does not want to see her precious daughter being compared to others at all costs.

She frowned and said worriedly: "Although the daughter of the Zheng family was also brought up in a pampered environment, even if she doesn't have any famous talent, she is at least more knowledgeable than you!"

Ye Huan didn't care about it at all, and even pouted her lips and responded nonchalantly: "Oh, mother, please don't worry about it! We are marrying into the general's mansion to live a down-to-earth life, not to participate in some literary competition to compete for the top spot."

Hearing this, Madam Ye stamped her feet in anger and shouted anxiously, "You are such a heartless girl! If you don't have any knowledge at all, how can you teach your child to read and write and be well-mannered in the future? Do you expect the child's father to take care of everything by himself?"

Ye Huan was not in a hurry, and retorted confidently: "My husband is a top scholar. Mother, you are just thinking too much."

After saying this, Ye Huan successfully choked his mother to the point where she was speechless.

Finally, Mrs. Ye sighed helplessly, stretched out her finger and gently poked her daughter's smooth forehead, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, you are the most eloquent."

At this time, Ye Huan's tone suddenly became gentle, "Mother, when I marry into the general's mansion in the future, I won't be able to stay by your side all the time to take care of you. So you must remember to eat on time. I will come back to visit you often."

Just these simple words immediately made Mrs. Ye's eyes moist.

Mrs. Ye felt worried when she imagined her daughter's life after getting married.

People say it's better to have a daughter, so Mrs. Ye would rather Ye Huan was a son so that he wouldn't have to get married.

When Mrs. Ye thought that her daughter would become a member of the General's Mansion in the future, an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart, as if the juicy cabbages she had planted with great effort were easily stolen by the General's Mansion.

On this side, Ye Huan was exchanging witty remarks with his mother in a mysterious way.

On the other hand, Mrs. Zheng was extremely anxious and wished she could marry her daughter off in a grand ceremony the next day.

She always had a strong premonition that the emperor would definitely not let Duke Zheng's Mansion off easily this time.

Zheng Yao was completely unaware of this, but she just vaguely felt that her mother seemed to be hiding something.

However, whenever she asked, her mother would always answer casually: "Silly girl, I just see that you have grown up, and I want to see you get married and have children sooner."

When Zheng Yao saw the mountain of dowry that her mother had carefully prepared, she was dumbfounded and asked in disbelief, "Mother, have you prepared too much?"

Mrs. Zheng explained solemnly, "After a woman marries into her husband's family, she must have some money to rely on. After all, money is the foundation of our lives!"

But Zheng Yao was still worried and hesitated to speak: "But mother, will my elder sister be angry if she knows? And I'm afraid Prince Jin will also be dissatisfied, right?"

You know, the dowry that Mrs. Zheng prepared was more than twice as much as when her eldest daughter got married!

Zheng Yao's heart was beating fast. Not to mention that her elder sister had always been narrow-minded. Just thinking about the second son of the General's Mansion getting married, the dowry prepared by the Duke's Mansion was much richer than that of the prince's wedding. Wasn't this a slap in the face of Prince Jin?

Mrs. Zheng keenly caught the hint of worry on her daughter's face and understood what was going on.

She patted her daughter's hand gently and comforted her, "Don't worry, Yao'er. Your elder sister is now a princess and has an extremely noble status. How could she look down on such insignificant things?" After saying that, Mrs. Zheng's mouth corners slightly raised, as if she was very sure of what she said.

Zheng Yao opened her mouth and wanted to say a few more words, but when she saw her mother's nonchalant expression, she swallowed her words back.

After all, my mother meant well, and now that I have done this, I should not let her down too much.

In fact, only Madam Zheng herself knew that deep down in her heart she wished she could give the entire Duke's Mansion as a dowry to her daughter.

If the Duke's Mansion were to encounter a disaster in the future and be confiscated by the imperial court, these generous dowries would be preserved.

Yao'er is kind-hearted. Seeing her parents' family in trouble, she will definitely not sit idly by.

When his sons and grandsons become destitute in the future, all this wealth will be used on them.

Zheng Yao was unaware of Mrs. Zheng's little thoughts.

At this moment, Zheng Yao only felt warm in her heart, as if she was bathing in the warm spring sunshine.

She felt sincerely that her mother loved her so much and considered her happiness and future so thoroughly.

Madam Zheng felt ashamed of her own calculations, but she always had to make plans for the Duke's Mansion.

It just makes the daughter bear the reputation of draining her mother's family's wealth.

At least on the wedding day, the brother and sister-in-law will most likely be unhappy.

Because she has much more to give than that.