GBP Chapter 438 Sowing discord
Chapter 438 Sowing discord
As soon as Jiang Wanqing finished speaking, the embroiderer did not hesitate at all.
He shook his head, his eyes were firm: "No, I'm not afraid! I'm just afraid that I'm not capable enough and will hinder my wife."
Jiang Wanqing laughed when he heard this: "Okay, I believe you."
After that, Jiang Wanqing took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to the embroiderer: "If you need help, you can go to them. I'll wait for your good news."
The embroiderer nodded and glanced at He Qingfeng and his wife lying on the ground.
Jiang Wanqing said, "Don't worry, I will have someone deal with them. It's already late, I'll take you home."
Jiang Wanqing turned around and walked out of the house, with the embroiderer following closely behind her.
This time, the air I smelled on the long street was so pleasant.
Jiang Wanqing sent the embroiderer to Lingxiu Pavilion and then quietly returned to the Marquis of Xingchang's Mansion.
However, within two days, the farce of catching an adulterer in public at the Marquis of Xingchang's mansion was known to outsiders.
There were people who mocked Zhou Zigu, but no one dared to let Zhou Zigu hear those words.
As to whether he heard it himself, there is no way to know.
On the contrary, Song Nansheng felt comfortable these two days.
I can't wait to change into a woman's makeup.
Becoming the second concubine of the Marquis of Xingchang's Mansion was the fulfillment of her wish.
Not to mention that she was pregnant with Zhou Zigu's child.
This made her very proud.
She spent the whole day setting rules in the Marquis of Xingchang's mansion with her belly which had not yet become visible.
If anyone accidentally called her "cousin", the servants would be punished in public.
Just today, Jiang Wanqing was at the mansion and saw Song Nansheng making things difficult for the servants again.
Song Nansheng was supported by his servants, and he put on a lot of airs, looking down on the maid who was kneeling on the ground and scolding her.
The maidservant trembled and kowtowed and begged for mercy. She did not dare to say a word in rebuttal.
Just because Song Nansheng had sold the maid to a brothel, and just because the maid didn't react to Song Nansheng's call, she called him "Miss Cousin" instead.
Jiang Wanqing took two steps forward and walked towards Song Nansheng's position.
He said, "Sister Nan Sheng has such a bad temper. Aren't you afraid of scaring the baby in your belly?"
When he suddenly heard Jiang Wanqing's voice, Song Nansheng's expression changed for a moment.
Hearing the meaning of the other party's words, Song Nansheng subconsciously touched his belly and looked at Jiang Wanqing defensively.
She frowned and said, "I'm teaching the ignorant maid a lesson. Could it be that my cousin's wife wants to intervene..."
Jiang Wanqing shook her head and said, "You shouldn't call me cousin's wife now. Have you forgotten that you are the second concubine of this mansion now? You should call me Madam like these maids.
However, since you have called me cousin so many times, and now that you are pregnant with your husband's child, you can skip the formalities."
When Song Nansheng heard this, his eyes flickered and he suppressed a hint of displeasure.
Unexpectedly, in the end, I would still be defeated by Jiang Wanqing.
Jiang Wanqing looked down at the maid and scolded her, "You tactless thing, don't you know that the Second Aunt is pregnant with our husband's child? We all treasure her dearly. How dare you rush to her and cause trouble for her? Get out of here now!"
The maid glanced at Jiang Wanqing with gratitude in her eyes.
Before Song Nansheng could react, he kowtowed and left.
When Song Nansheng reacted, he looked at Jiang Wanqing with displeasure.
He frowned and said, "This is the person I want to teach a lesson to. Why did Madam... interfere on my behalf?"
Jiang Wanqing didn't let Song Nansheng call her cousin's wife, which was exactly what Song Nansheng wanted.
Every time Song Nansheng called Jiang Wanqing "cousin", she always felt that Jiang Wanqing and Zhou Zigu were the real couple.
Jiang Wanqing glanced at Song Nansheng lazily and said slowly, "You should stop it. It's only been a day or two. How many maids have you sold? Aren't you afraid that if this gets out, people will say that you are harsh to the maids in your house?"
Song Nansheng was stunned for a moment, still with unwillingness in his eyes, and snorted lightly.
The next moment, she touched her belly again.
With a proud look on his face, he said, "Now that I have the child of the Marquis of Xingchang, it's just a punishment for a few servants. They can say whatever they want. My aunt said that during this period of time, if anyone makes me unhappy, I can punish them directly."
Jiang Wanqing's eyes were fixed on Song Nansheng's belly.
He sneered, "It's only been a month, there's still a lot of time, Second Aunt, you should control your temper, or be careful that the children you give birth to in the future will be like you."
Song Nansheng subconsciously glanced at Jiang Wanqing with a defensive look.
She pursed her lips and said, "Although I will give birth to Brother Gu's son before Madam, I think Madam won't mind, right? But: Even if you mind, it's useless. I heard that Brother Gu went to your yard two days ago and ran out in the middle of the night? This is really giving you a chance, but you are useless."
At the end, Song Nansheng laughed out loud, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Jiang Wanqing didn't look angry at all.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, he looked at Song Nansheng and asked, "Why should I be angry? You are pregnant, I am happier than anyone else."
These words made Song Nansheng frown.
A look of disbelief: "How is it possible!"
A lady from an ordinary family would not be happy if her concubine gave birth to a son before her husband.
Jiang Wanqing's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, with a bit of ridicule: "Have you forgotten that a concubine is not qualified to raise a son? At that time, I only need to say a word, and your child will be taught by me. Your son can't call you mother, aren't you still giving birth to a son for me?
I don't have to endure the pain of giving birth. Before, Mu Sheng called me mother, and now there is another child who also wants to call me mother. How wonderful it is."
Song Nansheng's defense was broken in an instant.
Her eyes were red, and she stared at Jiang Wanqing closely: "Don't even think about it... I will talk to Zi Gu. The baby in my belly is still mine. She or he can only call me mother in the future!"
Previously, Mu Sheng had to be raised by Jiang Wanqing under special circumstances.
But now, with the child in Song Nansheng's belly, how could she be willing to hand it over to Jiang Wanqing?
How could she be willing to let the two children she had worked so hard to give birth to call her a thorn in her side as their mother!
Jiang Wanqing covered her lips and smiled, deliberately whispering: "There is nothing I can do if you don't want to. Who told you... you are just a concubine? Speaking of which, you are quite pitiful, right?
You said your husband is your cousin and your mother-in-law is your aunt. If they really treated you well, why didn't they marry them from the beginning? Why did they let you be their concubine?"