Ru Lan lowered her head shyly, bit her lip and thought for a long time, and finally shook her head.

She wished she had one, but she really didn't! She couldn't make it up. Although there were many aristocratic children in the capital and they looked good, when they mentioned the Marquis Mansion, their attitude was quite contemptuous and disdainful.

She is the daughter of the Hou family, how can she be a good match for them?

When I think about it like this, I have no thoughts at all.

However, she will eventually get married, and it will be up to her and His Majesty to decide which family she will get married to. After the third brother's incident, my grandmother is grateful to the royal family and hopes that the royal family will find a suitable marriage for her daughter.

If the aunt intervenes, she may have conflicts with A Niang at any time, tearing apart the friendship between the two houses.

Not to mention my mother, even my father could not stop her determination.

"Mom, don't worry about me. As the princess's sister said, peace of mind is where you want to go. No matter whose family you marry into, your daughter should abide by her duties, serve her aunt, be diligent and frugal in running the household, and not bring shame to our palace." Ru Lan

said respectfully.

"Of course it's good that you think like this." Mrs. Jiang nodded and said warmly, "But you must also remember that no matter whose family you choose in the future, you will always be the daughter of Marquis Dingyuan, the Holy Emperor is your uncle, and you are

There is someone to rely on, understand?"

Don't feel inferior because of your origin and let your in-laws bully you.

"Well, my daughter will definitely keep her mother's words in mind." Ru Lan said obediently, bending her knees and saluting, "Mother, my daughter is about to return to the princess's mansion with her mother-in-law. It will be difficult to get out. She wants to go to her second brother's courtyard to see her nieces and nephews."

"Go." Ms. Jiang raised her hand.

Ru Lan bowed again, turned around and left.

Mrs. Jiang looked at the graceful and slender figure fading away, filled with emotion, and said softly to Hualu next to her, "Feng's children are well-behaved and enviable."

"Madam, you are not bad either." Coral smiled.

"You don't have to comfort me. If Zhao'er is even half as stable as Lan, my heart will be at peace." Speaking of her daughter, Mrs. Jiang sighed and stared at the rain curtain outside, "She has a strong temperament, and she can cause trouble if she is not careful.

If her eldest brother is still here..."

"Madam," when she heard her mention the eldest son, she was afraid of hurting her feelings. Coral quickly interrupted with a warm voice, "With the eldest son and the third son here, they can protect her as well."

Mrs. Jiang composed herself, smiled bitterly as if she was resigned to her fate, and with the help of Coral, she went to the east room of the North Courtyard to rest for a while.

At the end of the day, Bihuan, Ginkgo, Beilin and some stewards from her daughter's courtyard should come over. These people are the capable helpers she has trained for her daughter, who specialize in taking care of her daughter's dowry field shop and small treasury.

No matter which family the daughter is promised to in the future, she cannot be bullied by her husband's family while they are here.

Of course, with my daughter's personality, there aren't many people who can bully her, so just be prepared for a rainy day.

The daughter's fortune is not as good as that of the fourth girl, who has the Feng family as her backer; nor is she as good as that of Xiaowu, but You Changgeng is a capable and grateful person who can rely on Xiaowu.

Although Zhao'er is a legitimate daughter, her life-long events can only be controlled by the royal family.

The title of Princess may seem glorious and honorable, but in fact, because of her surname, it only brings her unshirkable responsibilities.

Every time she thought of this, Ms. Jiang couldn't help but cough softly.

"Madam, you are worrying too much." Coral advised helplessly, "Why don't you let the medical officers come over and take a look at you while they are here?"

"No need," Mrs. Jiang waved her hand and slowly lay down on the couch, "It's not like I haven't seen Ji Wu before. Just make some medicinal soup according to the previous recipe and give it to me."

When she gave birth to a child, she almost risked her life; as soon as the child was born, she was sent out of the palace, and the mother and daughter were separated; the child finally came home from the palace, but was abducted again in the blink of an eye; everything happened to her,

All are fatal blows.

Later, when she learned that the child had been found, she was afraid that the Marquis would admit his mistake and delay the opportunity to save his daughter, so she disguised herself with her sick body and rushed to the border day and night to identify her daughter.

Seeing that the child was safe and sound, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked Dr. Ji Wu and Dr. Luo to see her at the border.

After quietly rushing back to the capital, after careful nursing, her body finally returned to normal. However, she should not worry too much, so as not to cause a cough. If the cough persists for a long time, it will definitely lead to all kinds of diseases, and even gods will be unable to save her.

God? When Ms. Jiang was drowsy, she inadvertently passed by the cook named Zhu Shou... Heaven had mercy and allowed such a Qihuang sage to come to the Marquis and his daughter.

Even if she dies, she will have no regrets...

Unfortunately, she did not die. She took a short nap and woke up and ate some snacks. At the end of the day, Zhuo Ji and Lan Ji came to attend to her illness, while Mrs. Jiang returned to the east courtyard to meet with the stewards of the field shop and began to discuss the summer farming and farming arrangement.

The pros and cons of running a shop.

In addition, she also used her daughter's salary to buy a farm, as well as a house and a shop in other places. With her daughter's reputation, it was not cost-effective to open a shop in the capital, as it would be easy for someone to take advantage of the public and private interests, so she had to go further.

This is all she can do for her daughter...

"Ah!" Yuan Zhao, who was reciting poetry in Huatong Courtyard, sneezed and rubbed his nose, "Who is scolding me?"

"Didn't someone miss you?"

The eighth girl, Fangqin, was sitting on the porch eating snacks, swaying her short legs, and remembered something someone had said before, so she retorted.

"Eight Sister, don't you have to do your homework?" Seeing her being so leisurely, Yuan Zhao became mentally unbalanced.

"I'm not you," the legitimate daughter, the eighth girl, said bluntly, "Even if I am full of poems and books, I still can't marry into a rich family, so why bother to work so hard? Just be literate. Otherwise, the more you learn, the higher your ambition will be. On the contrary,

unhappy."

It would be great to be like Seventh Brother! Seventh Brother said that he would be a carefree mountain woodcutter in the future, contented and contented.

It was the same with her. If the sky fell, her brother, sister and princess sister would hold it up.

"Ah!" Someone hit him again, and he was so angry that he smashed his hair and smashed the book, "This time someone must be scolding me! Who did I provoke? I can't even get out!"

It's so unreasonable. It's simply unreasonable to be scolded while being trapped in the house!

Alas, the eighth girl looked at the angry person, shook her head and sighed. The ninth sister is so worthy of being a princess, she has lost her image.

"Ahhh, ahhh!"

Huh?!! The eighth girl looked motionless with the snack in her hand as if her acupuncture points were being tapped, silently squinting:

"..."

What's the trick this time?

Under the eaves of the corridor, Yuan Zhao folded his hands on his chest, sat cross-legged on the edge of the corridor, looked into the distance with a serious face, and said thoughtfully:

"Well, I have an unknown premonition..."

"You are going to be sick." Miss Eight reminded her kindly.

"Bah." Softly, gently.

Of course not, she was very sure of it.

…

A few days later, one morning in Huatong Courtyard, Yuan Zhao put on new clothes after finishing morning classes, hung an ink and blue and white jade ring around his waist, and went to the North Courtyard to pay his respects to his parents.

Her father's injury was still not healed, which made her very worried.

If she was just pretending, she would give her father a big admiration for him. How could he pretend for so long? If it were her, it would have been half a month at most! She complained while obediently greeting her parents, and then sat aside and waited for others to tell her.

Please greet me.

Just after I said my greetings, someone from the eldest princess’s mansion came to report a piece of good news——

"What?! My fourth sister was accused of being the second son of Governor Wu?!" Yuan Zhao stood up in shock!

How is this good news?! This is obviously bad news~!
Chapter completed!