There is Room For the Poor Daughter

The matter outside the theater, the flower hall doesn't know yet.

At this time, Mrs. An was complimenting An Xin.

At the beginning, there were still female relatives, but later, the wives of each family talked about their own, and ignored the old lady An.

In this regard, although Mrs. An was a little angry, she didn't pay too much attention to it. What annoyed her was that Daohua never answered the call, and her attitude of not entering the oil and salt made her itch to the point of hatred.

After hesitating for a while, Mrs. An deliberately told the public about Xiao Yeyang's previous trip to Anfu.

In this way, she is also certain that today is Duke Fu Guo's birthday. Even if the Yan family daughter is dissatisfied, she would not dare to make trouble at this time.

"My family's An Xin is a lover of painting. King Weiyuan also knows this. King Weiyuan also pointed An Xin before. If the princess doesn't mind, she will often call her to the palace to paint for you in the future."

Daohua looked at the old lady An expressionlessly, at this moment she was too lazy to maintain her face.

The shamelessness of this old lady made her extremely admire. She seemed to be incapable of understanding people's faces, leaning on the old and selling the old.

The other female relatives present also looked at Mrs. An with indescribable expressions, and they all showed the expressions of watching a play.

"Mrs. An, your granddaughter is an actor?"

Mrs. An was stunned for a moment, and then burst into anger: "Princess Xiao, you are too deceiving. Although my An Xin is only a prostitute, she is also the daughter of the An family. You compare her to an actress, you are too."

Daohua interrupted Mrs. An directly: "Mrs. An, it's not that I want to be Miss Jian'an, it's you who made me think she is an actress."

"Didn't you say, let me call her into the mansion at will."

"Miss An is not a servant of the palace. If you summon her at will, isn't she the only performer left?"

Madam An angry: "you"

Daohua looked at Mrs. An sarcastically: "Mrs. An, if you want to be respected by others, you must respect yourself first. If you don't take your granddaughter seriously, then there is no need for me."

The other ladies bowed their heads one after another, hiding the smiles in their eyes.

Princess Xiao really did not disappoint them, and when she slapped Old Madam An's face, it was not at all soft-hearted.

An family's thoughts, if they can't see it, they will spend most of their lives in the back house in vain.

Mrs. An looked at Dao Hua's cold eyes, and knew that the Yan family daughter was unwilling to do even the superficial effort, and immediately snorted: "Princess is really well-bred, and today it will be an eye-opener for the old man."

Daohua's expression was indifferent: "You can't compare to Anjia's upbringing. You have already used your granddaughter as an actor."

Mrs. An was so angry that she said, "Yan Yiyi, don't go too far. Don't think that being a princess means you can ignore everyone."

Saying that, he sneered.

"Also, you didn't even care about the deceased Princess Ping, let alone my old wife!"

Mrs. An San, who was on the side, saw that her mother-in-law was talking more and more, and quickly got up to stop it, but she was pushed away by Mrs. An.

"Yan Yiyi, you are a jealous woman. Which woman is like you, tying up a man to death and not even paying for a room. A woman like you who doesn't obey the three obediences and the four virtues should be terminated. Lose."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked.

Daohua was disgusted by Mrs. An's words. How distorted this person must be to hope that all women should share their husbands with other women.

After tearing her face, Mrs. An broke the jar and smashed it: "Yan Yiyi, you are a young man, so you are so unruly, if I were King Weiyuan, I would have abandoned this jealous woman long ago. ."

As soon as the voice fell, a voice with obvious anger came from outside the house.

"What kind of onion are you, when will it be your turn to take care of the Weiyuan Palace's affairs?"

The door curtain was swung open, and Guo Ruomei walked in with a livid face.

Seeing the person coming, everyone's expressions moved.

Guo Ruomei never attended the banquet in the palace, and this was the first time she appeared in front of people.

Guo Ruomei stood in front of Daohua, looking at Madam An with a livid face: "Mrs. An is really powerful, do you think that with the power of Concubine An and the eldest prince, you can be lawless. Splash?"

"Yan girl was given the marriage to Ye Yang by the emperor himself, what qualifications do you have to put your beak here?"

"I heard your shouting outside the courtyard. I don't know, I thought you were the master of the Weiyuan Palace!"

Facing Guo Ruomei, Mrs. An instinctively felt a little weak.

No way, Guo Ruomei came from Dingguo Gongfu, this family is much stronger than the An family.

Seeing that her mother-in-law pressed down Mrs. An as soon as she came, Daohua's mouth was hooked up, and she didn't end by herself, just sitting and watching her mother-in-law clean up Mrs. An.

Guo Ruomei looked at Mrs. An with cold eyes: "You want to be your old Fengjun, go back to Anjia, this is the Weiyuan Palace, it's not your turn to show off your prestige, get out of your way, and don't step into the palace again in the future. ."

Madam An was furious, thinking that Guo Ruomei had already reconciled with Prince Ping, and said sarcastically, "Ms. Guo, don't push your nose here, do you still think you are Prince Ping's concubine?"

"Think about your current status. I'm too embarrassed to say it. Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to let me go?"

Before he finished speaking, with a sound of "Crack!", Daohua angrily threw the teacup in her hand to the ground.

For Mrs. An, Daohua felt disgusted just now, and didn't take it to heart, but when she heard her say that to Guo Ruomei, Daohua became angry.

Daohua stood up holding her stomach, and looked at Mrs. An with a cold face: "Who do you think she is? She is Xiao Yeyang's mother, my son's grandmother, whoever she asks to get out of this Weiyuan Palace will do. Gotta go!"

"Come on."

It may be that she was too emotional and affected the child in her stomach. Before Dao Hua finished her words, the child kicked her.

"Ouch!"

Seeing Daohua bending over and holding her stomach, this shocked everyone.

"Yiyi!"

"princess!"

Guo Ruomei and the maid next to her were so frightened that their expressions changed greatly, and they stepped forward to help Daohua to sit down.

"Princess, are you alright? But don't move your tires!"

After helping Daohua to sit down, Guo Ruomei looked at Mrs. An with a cold expression: "If there is anything wrong with Mrs. An, my daughter-in-law, and my unborn grandchildren, I will not stop with you!"

In fact, Daohua didn't have any serious problems. The child's kick was not heavy, but the kick was so sudden that she couldn't help but scream.

However, seeing everyone's worried eyes, and Madam An's shaky appearance as if she was about to faint, Daohua decided to caress her stomach and pretend to be weak.

Who can't pretend to be pitiful?

"Mother, my stomach hurts."

Guo Ruomei clenched Daohua's hand, and hurriedly yelled at the maid, "What are you still doing? Go and ask the doctor." After speaking, she noticed the old lady An who wanted to pretend to be dizzy, and sneered:

"Don't be pretentious here, get out of here!"

Mrs. An San looked at the servants of the palace who rushed to call someone, and Guo Ruomei, who was sweating profusely, her heart trembled.

If something really happened to Princess Xiao, the An family would offend the Prince's Mansion and Prince Weiyuan.

Looking at her mother-in-law who was also a little frightened, Mrs. An San really vomited: "Mother, let's leave first."

On the other side, Xiao Yeyang received the news that Daohua was so angry with Mrs. An that she shot her eyes at Mrs. An like a knife: "It's really good for you to settle down!" After speaking, he walked quickly. went to the main courtyard.