"This vixen is getting more and more unrestrained. In the past, he only dared to do small tricks behind his back. Now he dares to seduce the master in front of my wife. It's so abominable!" Mrs. Zhou returned to her room and sat down in anger.

On the stool, he yelled and cursed.

Ping'er stood aside, her face also full of displeasure.

"More than just hateful? It's simply shameless," she said.

"Madam, it's better not to be serious with such a person. No matter what, she is still a concubine. Moreover, her background as an opera singer is inherently lowly."

"No matter how favored I am, I can't compare with you, madam. Don't get angry!" Ping'er advised again.

Mrs. Zhou was still furious: "What's even more annoying is, how come the master is so obsessed with this lowly thing?"

"Youdao is a bitch, a ruthless actor, and an actor without righteousness. This yard is filled with such despicable things that it has become a mess, and the entire Yang Mansion is also in a mess!"

When Zhou said this, he turned his eyes and thought of something.

She raised her hand and called Ping'er closer, and asked in a low voice: "The medicine is still there, right?"

Ping'er was startled for a moment, then nodded.

"Don't worry, madam, the medicine hasn't stopped for a day since the master brought her back from the theater troupe," Ping'er said.

Mrs. Zhou nodded, "That's good."

The anger on his face calmed down a little.

Are you bullying me for being old and senile? Bullying me that my eldest son has died and no more sons have been born, and you little goblins want to take advantage of this opportunity to rise to power?

snort!

I can't have another son, but I still have a daughter on my knees.

You little vixens, don’t even think about giving birth to a son and a half daughters!

"That medicine is a great tonic. We must be fair in our work. I will give some to the other aunts and maids in the house."

"They help me share my worries. It's very hard to serve the master. It's time to drink some tonic to replenish the body." Mrs. Zhou added.

Ping'er smiled knowingly, "Madam, don't worry, just leave this matter to your servant."

"It's getting late. Madam, you should go to bed and rest. You have to prepare for the old man's birthday tomorrow!"

Mrs. Zhou said 'hmm', stood up and walked towards the bed.

Ping'er came over to help Zhou undress and take off her belt. Zhou asked Ping'er: "Miss, there was no more trouble later, right?"

Ping'er said: "After punishing the wet nurse, I'm afraid the young lady was frightened and didn't dare to mention regretting her marriage to the Fang family again."

"But..." Pinger stopped talking.

"But what?" asked Zhou.

Ping'er hesitated for a moment, then continued: "The young lady has been crying. She didn't go to the banquet at night, and she didn't eat much of the food sent to her room."

"It seems that I am really sad. I really don't like the young master of the Fang family..." Ping'er said.

Zhou frowned.

"Is it possible that marriage is something she doesn't like?"

"This is what my parents meant, for the sake of our business. She is still young and doesn't understand that our Yang family's business has become increasingly difficult to run in recent years."

"If we don't get married, I don't know how long this empty shell can last! She is a girl, not a boy, so she is destined to be unable to stand up."

"Since I can't afford it, I can only get married and make her share of the family's survival!" Mrs. Zhou said.

Ping'er lowered her head and said, "Madam is absolutely right. Miss is still young and doesn't understand Madam's painstaking efforts."

"When she grows up, she will understand."

Mrs. Zhou sighed.

"She is still young, only five years old. How come she doesn't want to get married?" she said to herself.

Ping'er couldn't help but speak up again: "Xiaojie probably saw the young master from the Fang family. The young master's face was so ugly that he probably scared the young lady..."

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but frown again.

"A man doesn't need any looks, as long as he has a family, a background, and power."

"Even a toad can still eat swan meat!" she said.

Pinger stopped talking.

Mrs. Zhou sighed again and sat down on the bed, "Hey, after all, it was my body that lost the flesh. She was sad, and I felt bad too."

"Ping'er, have you seen that young master of the Fang family? Is he really ugly?" she asked again.

Ping'er said: "I've seen it once, it's so ugly!"

"Also, because of his obesity, he looks a bit crude and stupid."

After hearing Ping'er's words, Zhou's eyes showed a hint of thought.

After a moment, she spoke out: "The little girl Liu brought with her at today's night banquet looks to be about the same age as our Huahua?"

Ping'er thought about it carefully, nodded and said: "Yes, that little girl is very beautiful. I even went over to inquire about it with Mrs. Liu."

"It turns out she is the Liu family's third daughter. She is five years old this year. She is the same age as our Miss Huahua, but she is a few months younger."

Zhou nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Well, tomorrow morning, you go and invite the mother and daughter over. I have something to talk to Ms. Liu."

…

After Yang Wenxuan and his concubine made love, both of them were so tired that they were panting.

Yang Wenxuan is already over 40 years old. Today, he paid the official food to his daughter-in-law Ting'er again during the day. Now that he is here with his wolf-like concubine, he feels a little overwhelmed.

After hastily finishing the work, the concubine complained reluctantly to Yang Wenxuan: "Master, do you not like me anymore? I haven't served you for a long time, but you don't seem to want me to serve you. I

It’s so sad!”

Yang Wenxuan raised his hand and kneaded his concubine's plump and soft chest: "I like to serve you, but I'm really a little tired tonight."

The concubine sat up obediently and rubbed Yang Wenxuan's shoulders.

"Master, is this comfortable?" she asked.

"Well, it's comfortable." Yang Wenxuan turned over and lay on the bed.

The concubine sat astride his back, her soft hands busy.

"master,"

"Um?"

"I want to ask you something."

"Tell me and listen!"

"I want to give birth to a son for you, grandpa."

When Yang Wenxuan heard what his concubine said, he quickly turned to look at her, his face full of surprise, mixed with unbelievable surprise.

"Why do you say this? Could it be that... you have it?"

He asked a little excitedly, his breathing became a little faster.

The little concubine smiled charmingly and said, "Not yet, but as long as you come to my room more often and provide me with rain and dew more frequently, I will definitely get pregnant."

"Last time I went to the street, I met a fortune teller. He gave me a divination and he said that I will give birth to three sons!"

After hearing what his concubine said, the excitement on Yang Wenxuan's face faded and was replaced by disappointment.

"Hey, don't mention it. You came in late and don't know the situation." Yang Wenxuan said.

"Ever since my eldest son Hui'er died at an early age, I have been nourishing the women in this courtyard a lot over the years. Strangely enough, not to mention sons, even the girls in the movie have not given birth to me."
Chapter completed!