GBP Chapter 55 Duke Zhao Instructs His Son
Chapter 55 Duke Zhao Instructs His Son
While everyone at the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence was having lunch, Zhao Hongrong returned to the Duke of Zhao's residence, seething with anger.
At this moment, Duke Zhao and his wife were having a meal when they were surprised to see Zhao Hongrong return alone.
"Why are you back? Where's your daughter-in-law?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongrong couldn't contain his anger: "The Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion is going too far! I kindly accompanied Wen Shuxuan on her homecoming, and not only did they not invite me to stay for a meal, they also kept Wen Shuxuan here, saying she would stay for a few days."
Lady Song, wife of the Duke of Zhao, frowned: "My daughter-in-law is a member of the Duke's family. How can she stay at her parents' home for too long? Go and bring her back in two hours."
The Duke of Zhao then asked, "I told you to apologize to the Marquis of Zhongyong, have you apologized?"
Zhao Hongrong's eyes flickered: "When I went there, they were lukewarm towards me, and I didn't find an opportunity."
boom--
Duke Zhao slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Fool! If you hadn't been so lustful and forcibly taken a prostitute into your household, slapping your wife in the face, would Marquis Zhongyong have treated you like this? You were in the wrong to begin with, so what's wrong with apologizing to your father-in-law?"
Zhao Hongrong was indignant: "I was wrong! But wasn't Wen Shuxuan right too? We've been married for three years and she's only given birth to a daughter. It makes me a laughingstock among my colleagues, and I feel terrible about it."
Hearing this, Madam Song felt sorry for him and said, "Master, Hongrong is right. After three years of marriage, there is still no legitimate son. It is indeed a disgrace to Hongrong."
Duke Zhao was even angrier: "Why is there still no legitimate son? Ever since my daughter-in-law became pregnant, this wicked son has become unrestrained. Not only have he taken many women into his harem, but he also frequently goes to brothels, indulging in revelry every night without restraint. Doesn't he realize how much damage he's done to his health?"
Zhao Hongrong was displeased: "Father, I'm perfectly fine."
Even if it's his own father, you can't say he's no good.
Duke Zhao sneered, "I'll find a royal physician to take a look at you. Do you dare?"
He was a martial artist and understood best the importance of qi and blood for men.
Madam Song quickly interrupted, "Master, there's no need to trouble the imperial physician with such a matter."
Zhao Hongrong immediately said, "Mother is right."
Although he firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with his body, he was indeed somewhat weak, and it would be extremely embarrassing if the imperial physician were to examine him.
Watching the mother and son working in unison, Duke Zhao felt utterly helpless: "Just keep spoiling him! Marquis Zhongyong is now the Vice Minister of Rites, favored by the Crown Prince, and may very well enter the Grand Secretariat in the future. A father-in-law who's going to be in the Grand Secretariat should be your support, but now you've caused a rift between the two families, and you still don't know how to repent!"
Zhao Hongrong pursed his lips.
Madam Song hesitated, "No matter what, our daughter-in-law is still part of our family. Would Marquis Zhongyong really abandon Hongrong for her sake?"
Why should anyone care about him? Is it to help him get promoted so he can continue to bring more concubines into his household and neglect his own daughter?
Madam Song also had a headache: "Hongrong, now you should be working hard to have a legitimate son with your daughter-in-law. It's best to avoid going to the concubines' rooms."
Zhao Hongrong was unwilling.
Duke Zhao said coldly, "Don't force me to sell off all the people in your room."
Zhao Hongrong felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly said, "I understand... Shuxuan is still in the Marquis's residence."
Duke Zhao rubbed his forehead: "Since your daughter-in-law wants to go back to her parents' home for a few days, then let her stay. You go and pick her up when the time comes. Remember to be nice to her. After all, you are her husband. As long as you are willing to repent, your daughter-in-law can't stay at odds with you forever."
Zhao Hongrong nodded.
Duke Zhao sighed and got up to leave. If he didn't only have this one legitimate son, he would really want to give up on this hopeless son.
After Duke Zhao left, Madam Song served food to Zhao Hongrong, knowing he was still hungry.
"Hongrong, listen to your father. Now that the Marquis of Zhongyong's family has married the Princess of Anhe County, they have gained some favor with the Emperor. If you want things to go more smoothly in the future, you will have to ask your father-in-law for help."
"It's normal for men to like beautiful women, but the most important thing right now is to have a legitimate son. As long as you have a legitimate son, even if it's just for the sake of your grandson, the Marquis of Zhongyong will help you."
Zhao Hongrong's eyes lit up: "Mother is right."
Correct!
The legitimate son!
As long as he has a legitimate son, no matter how many beauties he takes in, the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion will not dare to say anything.
He endured it until his legitimate son was born.
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The main courtyard of the Marquis of Zhongyong's residence
After lunch, the women gathered together and inevitably started playing mahjong.
Mahjong was becoming increasingly popular in Beijing, which Wen Shuxuan was aware of, but she only knew about it and had never actually played it.
After playing a few rounds with Pei Rujing, I realized why mahjong is so popular; it really is fun.
The key is that four people can play together, chat while playing, and before you know it, an hour has passed.
Granny Shi went back to the Duke's mansion to retrieve Wen Shuxuan and Rou'er's clothes. When she returned, she found them playing mahjong with great enthusiasm.
Madam Jiang, holding Rou'er, watched from the side. Seeing Granny Shi return, she asked, "Did the Duchess of Zhao say anything?"
Granny Shi said, "Madam said that if Miss wants to stay a few more days, that's fine. When she wants to return to the manor, she should have someone inform her, and the young master will come to pick her up."
Jiang scoffed, "She's suddenly being charitable."
Song only had one son, Zhao Hongrong. The more she doted on her son, the more critical she was of her daughter-in-law.
After Wen Shuxuan entered the Duke's mansion, except for the few months she was pregnant, she never missed a day of following the rules.
Wen Shuxuan looked up and glanced at Pei Rujing.
She knew that all these changes were because of Pei Rujing.
"Two of a kind!"
Pei Rujing played a card, looking at her hand that she had already won, her face full of smiles.
Wen Shuxuan smiled. Her third sister-in-law was truly pampered by the eldest princess and had a simple mind that was easy to guess.
That's good too, carefree and happier.
Given her status, no one could possibly make her suffer.
Wen Shuxuan glanced at Wen Zongji again.
That's not right either!
There is still one person who might make her suffer.
Wen Chuanhong and his group did not leave after finishing their lunch.
The women were playing mahjong, while the men chatted on the side.
Wen Zongren was encouraging his two younger brothers: "The provincial examination is in February, which is not far away. During this period, you should not study too late and take good care of your health. The provincial examination will last for nine days, so you must at least finish it."
Wen Zongjing laughed and said, "Don't worry, elder brother, I'm perfectly fine. It's my third brother who should be worried."
Everyone knows that Wen Zongji fell seriously ill after taking the provincial examination.
Wen Zongji said, "My second brother-in-law taught me a set of health-preserving boxing techniques, which I have been practicing consistently."
Wen Zongren was relieved: "That's good."
Wen Zongqi leaned closer to Wen Zongji and whispered, "Third Brother, could you let me get to know Second Young Master Pei?"
Wen Zongji asked in confusion, "Fourth brother wants to learn martial arts?"
Wen Zongqi quickly shook his head: "I didn't mean that."
Seeing that Wen Zongji kept looking at him, Wen Zongqi glanced at Wen Chuanhong and said in an even softer voice, "I want to take me with me when Young Master Pei teaches Zhao Hongrong a lesson."
Clearly, Wen Zongqi also wanted to teach Zhao Hongrong a lesson.
Wen Zongji shook his head: "We can't let the Duke of Zhao's mansion find any fault with this matter. The more people involved, the more risks we face."
The Duke of Zhao's mansion could guess, but they couldn't obtain evidence.
Wen Zongqi looked dejected: "Oh."