I am a Good Man

No matter how capable you are, aren't you still just a concubine?

Aunt Zhang saw Mrs. Li's actions and then looked at Mrs. Ling standing aside. A trace of resentment flashed in her eyes. It was this soft and weak look that made the Prime Minister feel pity for her all these years. In the end, she really let her A son was born.

In the past, when she only had two sons, Ling Wei obviously had high hopes for her son, and she also benefited from it. Since Yang Ruo's son was born, it was obvious that Ling Wei wanted to train him.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. If Yang's child is promising, then her child will always be just a bastard, a bastard that others look down upon!

However, Ling Yu married into the royal family, and now she is not favored. Some people are laughing at her, and Mrs. Ling is not only disgusted but also nagging her.

She is obviously more capable than Yang Ruo and can take care of the house, but just because she is a concubine, these ladies think she is inferior!

The more she thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt. She walked towards Mrs. Ling with a smile and pretended to be casual, "Hey, the banquet is about to start. Will Xiaoyu come back?"

"The old lady is thinking about her."

Hearing this, Mrs. Ling's face, who was chatting with Mrs. Li, became calmer. She looked at the intersection where Ling Yu might appear, with worry in her eyes, "Yu'er said she would come back with the prince."

"That's the best." Aunt Zhang continued to laugh, laughing in her heart.

Everyone in the city didn't know that King Xian intended to marry Concubine Mo. When Ling Yu was married, King Xian ignored her at all, refused to come back and offered tea, and now he even said that King Xian would accompany her back.

This is not the way to save face, it will be even more embarrassing.

Before Mrs. Ling spoke, Aunt Zhang continued to raise her voice, "Sister, since Xiaoyu and the prince are coming back together, let's wait here."

As soon as they heard that King Xian was back, many people looked across the intersection.

Prime Minister Ling also held a lot of power. The second prince, the fifth prince, and the eighth prince would also come to celebrate his birthday. If he couldn't come, he would still have someone send him gifts, but Ji Yang was different.

He is the emperor's younger brother, and the Queen Mother and the late king are also conniving at it, but they can't just see him if they want to.

Many people are waiting to get close to Ji Yangtiao.

"I don't know if the prince will come." Mrs. Ling waited for a while, her brows gradually knitted together.

She also heard about Ling Yu's incident and felt very sorry for her daughter. Now that the prince is willing to accompany her back, the relationship between the two should have eased a lot, right?

Judging from the news sent back by Nanny Xu, the two seemed to get along very well.

Amid everyone's expectations, a carriage slowly appeared in their sight.

The expensive rosewood car body is carved with exquisite patterns, and the sweaty horse is at the front. In front of the car are Xia He Qiuyu and the palace groom, who are coming this way.

"Yu'er." Mrs. Ling moved her lips, her eyes filled with joy, and she took two steps forward.

"Madam, the young lady and uncle will be here soon, don't get excited." The girl next to her reminded softly.

"Yes, yes, we'll be here soon." Mrs. Ling smiled and stepped back.

Aunt Zhang looked at the luxuriously decorated carriage, her expression as if she was watching a show dimmed. Could it be that Ling Yu had really won King Xian? Then her son has no status.

She was smiling, but her eyes were dark.

Why is Yang Ruo so lucky?

"Huh." The groom pulled the rope and the carriage slowly stopped. The two maids jumped down and stretched out their hands to hold up the curtain.

Mrs. Ling smiled. Ling Yu had just gotten married and she was very worried. It was not easy to meet her. She had been looking forward to it a few days ago.

In her sight, Ling Yu bent down and came out. She was wearing a light yellow waist-cinching skirt with a hint of milky white on the embroidered skirt. She wore a pearl hairpin on her head. She still dressed like a married woman. People find it amazing.

"Mother." Even though Ling Yu was excited, she walked in the direction of Mrs. Ling with small steps.

Xia He lowered the curtain, lowered his head and followed behind.

"Yu'er." Mrs. Ling's eyes were filled with love, and she reached out and took her hand.

"Xiaoyu, where is the prince? Didn't he say that the prince will come back with you?" Aunt Zhang looked at the carriage heading towards the back door, her eyes clear, and she pretended to be confused and looked at Ling Yu.

"Yes, where is the prince?" Mrs. Ling also came to her senses.

The person sent back by Nanny Xu that day said that King Xian said he wanted to come back with Ling Yu, but she didn't think much of it. At this time, she looked at the people around her and her daughter out of the corner of her eye, and she was also stunned.

Considering what happened before, she pulled Ling Yu and walked inside, "Mom, I haven't talked to you for a long time. Let's go back to the room first."

A husband is a woman's destiny. If Ling Yu continues like this, what will she do?

Ling Yu was pulled into the room by her. As soon as she entered the room, before she said anything, Mrs. Ling had already started wiping her tears and sobbing softly, "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" Ling Yu frowned.

"If this continues, what are you going to do?" Mrs. Ling looked at her softly, "Your father still has some feelings for me, but because of his infertility for many years after giving birth to you, your grandmother forced you to take concubines. I still have you and your father, but Yu’er, what are you going to do?”

Guan thought, she knew what was being discussed outside now.

Just like the day I returned home, I lost all face and had to endure cynicism.

"Mom, I wish I could help you bear it, but I can't, and I can't." Mrs. Ling touched her face with tears in her eyes, "My daughter..."

"Mother, the prince said... he will come over in a while, and now he has entered the palace." Ling Yu couldn't help but speak out after seeing her like this.

"Really?" Mrs. Ling's eyes lit up with hope.

"...Hmm." Ling Yu forced a smile.

In fact, she didn't know if it was true, but she just instinctively believed Ji Yang.

Mrs. Ling regained her mood now, held her hand and started chatting about home affairs. Ling Yu looked at her, she was always so gentle and gentle, it was a coincidence.

With the title of Prime Minister's wife, no aunt has real power in her hands.