The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Due to Mrs. Yongchang Bo's status, Mrs. Zhao could only swallow her frustration and said with a sly smile: "It's okay, Madam, if you don't take offense, I will definitely restrain this girl and let her cultivate her temperament."

Mrs. Yongchangbo glanced at Fan Meijiao, who couldn't find any good words and was looking proud. She cursed an idiot in her heart, smiled kindly on her face, and said nothing.

Mrs. Zhao was worried and flattered her, fearing that Mrs. Yongchangbo would be unhappy and the good deed she had just mentioned would be in vain.

Mrs. Yongchangbo was very angry. Since her goal had been achieved, she had no intention of staying any longer. She sat down for a while and then said goodbye. She declined Mrs. Zhao's offer and left the Zhao family with a group of maids and women.

Fan Meijiao was filled with envy as she watched Mrs. Yongchangbo leaving with cheers and hugs. Why couldn't she marry into a noble family and live such a wealthy life?

Thinking about the fact that the person she married was just a low-level official whose salary was not enough for her expenses, he was extremely harsh on her, and even dared to abandon her in the end. Although the bad breath has come out, it is still difficult to eliminate the resentment in her heart.

When Mrs. Zhao saw this look, she felt extremely distressed. Thinking of Mrs. Yongchangbo's previous words, she waved away the maids in the room and said to Fan Meijiao: "My dear lady, do you know why Mrs. Yongchangbo came to the door?"

Fan Meijiao was still immersed in her sweet dream. When she heard this, she asked casually: "Why?"

Mrs. Zhao looked proud, patted the back of Fan Meijiao's hand and said with emotion: "My dear lady, you are lucky. Mrs. Yongchangbo is here to protect you as a matchmaker!"

Fan Meijiao's eyes widened and she asked in disbelief: "Matchmaker? To whom?"

Knowing that her grandson's daughter was impatient, Mrs. Zhao did not beat around the bush and said happily: "He is Mrs. Yongchang's nephew. It is said that the family is also very rich. If you marry her, you won't have to endure hardship."

After hearing this, Fan Meijiao was so elated that she asked anxiously: "Grandma, can you accept it?"

This impatient look showed that he had never thought deeply about why Mrs. Yongchangbo's nephew would fall in love with her, a woman who was abandoned and whose family background was not obvious.

Mrs. Zhao said angrily: "My daughter's family is very noble. How could she agree immediately when she comes to propose marriage for the first time?"

Fan Meijiao thought for a while and felt that what her grandmother said made sense, so she didn't say anything.

Mrs. Zhao reminded her again: "The man you were interested in won the first prize and became a good friend of the prince. His future will definitely be good. Now he has Mrs. Yongchang Bo's nephew. Both of them are good. Which one is better for you?" Which one do you like?"

When Fan Meijiao heard this, she remembered the humiliation she suffered in the teahouse. Her originally smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, and her eyes shone with deep hatred.

When Mrs. Zhao saw this, she knew something was going on. When she thought about her granddaughter running back crying just now, she quickly asked: "But there was a dispute with the Mo family?"

Fan Meijiao said bitterly: "Humph, that bitch who was named a county prince dared to slap her granddaughter's personal maid. It's so abominable!"

Then, she told the story of the grievances she had suffered in the teahouse in an exaggerated manner, describing herself as a pitiful little white flower, and Jun Hejia became an arrogant and domineering evil woman who did not take the Zhao family seriously.

Fan Meijiao grew up under Mrs. Zhao's knees. How could Mrs. Zhao not know her temper? But her granddaughter is her direct relative, and Lord Hejia is an outsider who has nothing to do with her. Since her granddaughter has indeed been wronged, it must be someone else's fault.

Mrs. Zhao echoed her granddaughter's words and scolded Jun Hejia.

Fan Meijiao felt proud. Seeing that the time was almost up, she hugged Mrs. Zhao's arm and said coquettishly, "Grandma, my granddaughter is feeling uncomfortable. If she doesn't vent her anger, she will go crazy!"

"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about? Grandma can still watch you being wronged?" Mrs. Zhao spat, patted Fan Meijiao on the shoulder and scolded.

"Grandma, don't hit, don't hit, my dear girl knows she's wrong!" Fan Meijiao burst into tears and laughed, rolling into Mrs. Zhao's arms to beg for mercy: "But that stinky girl is a county prince, what can we do to cure her?"

Mrs. Zhao patted Fan Meijiao's hand and was silent for a moment, then sneered: "There are many powerful people in the capital, and there is always someone who can cure her! Isn't your aunt's husband's family much more powerful than her, a county prince? When she enters your aunt's husband's family, are you afraid that she will not be able to cure her?" Can anyone take care of her?"

When Fan Meijiao heard this, she was very unwilling: "My aunt's husband's family is more noble than Yongchang's house. Huh, it's really an advantage for her!" If she could, she really wanted to marry that mean girl to the meanest man in the world and make her turn upside down for the rest of her life. Not safe.

Mrs. Zhao sneered and said: "So what if you are powerful? If a woman never meets a good man in her life, her life will be worse than Coptis!"

At this point, she touched Fan Meijiao's head lovingly and said happily: "Now that Mrs. Yongchangbo's nephew has a good marriage, the Mo family will take it easy for the time being. When your uncle comes back, grandma will discuss it with your uncle. If Mrs. Yongchangbo's side doesn't work, then let's see if the Mo family succeeds, and we'll have to make sure you're secure for the rest of your life."

Fan Meijiao nodded obediently and lay on Mrs. Zhao's knees, with a dark light flashing in her eyes.

At this time, no one noticed a majestic bird standing on the high roof. Big Bird clearly heard the conversation between the two people in the room that they thought was secret, and a gleam of contempt appeared in his human eyes.

Humph, you dare to scheme against Yan Yan, and you dare to let Yan Yan’s father be your spare tire. It’s so boring!

Seeing that there was no valuable news left, the big bird shook its wings and deliberately used its claws to lift up the tiles on the roof. Amidst a burst of crackling and the screams of the two women in the room, it flapped its wings towards the capital. Flying leisurely to the north...