Ye has been practicing so hard in recent years. She doesn't care that Su Bingrong has ruined his promise to take a concubine, and naturally she doesn't care that the concubine has stolen the limelight.

It’s just that she doesn’t want to fight, but it doesn’t mean she is the sucker.

She really didn't plan to take care of Su Qiyue's dowry anymore, not because of that concubine, but because Su Qiyue really disappointed her.

Thinking of Su Qiyue's weak and aggrieved look just now, Ye couldn't help but frown, "Madam, why did Yue'er become like this now?"

"When we left the capital, she was less than eleven years old, but she acted steadily, generously and well-behaved.

Now just a few years have passed, not only do they always look like they are crying, but they are also scheming.

Today she came here to perform this show, deliberately showing it to the Marquis.

If we hadn't come in time, the tempers of Marquis and Wanwan were so agitated by her, I wouldn't know what to do today."

Madam Zhang smiled and comforted, "Madam, the lady doesn't want to go home, and Miss Yue is about to get married, so don't worry about this.

I want the old slave to say, you should raise your body quickly, and you can help take care of your grandson when your son-in-law and the lady have children."

While Ye was talking to Madam Zhang, Su Qiyue and Dingbei Hou were sitting in the carriage together. Su Qiyue lowered her head, but the golden beans rolled out one by one, crying in grievance.

Su Bingrong looked heartbroken, "Okay, Yue'er, don't cry, don't worry, your dowry will be arranged by your father to ensure that you can marry into the Third Prince's Mansion in a grand manner.

We must not let the girl from Zuo Xiang’s family compete."

The concubine whom Emperor Qingyuan gave marriage to the third prince was the youngest daughter of the Zuoxiang family in the dynasty.

Su Qiyue wiped her tears with a handkerchief and sobbed, "Dad, my daughter is not for the dowry."

"What's that?" Dingbei Hou asked in confusion.

After asking, he reacted and said with a sudden realization: "Oh, it's because of your mother."

"You can't blame you, your mother is angry with me and your grandmother.

This is actually mainly because my father is not responsible for drinking too much, nor should I tell you about Aunt Song’s affairs.

Now that your mother is willing to return to the Marquis’ Mansion, it is probably because of your face.

Otherwise, according to your mother's temper, if you know that there are too many concubines in the mansion, you will definitely not even enter the mansion." Dingbei Hou comforted Su Qiyue with a firm tone.

Su Qiyue choked and sniffed again, "Dad, I'm sorry. I sent someone to invite you to my sister's place. I thought that if I asked my sister to go back to the Marquis' Mansion with me, we can go with you together.

After returning home, my grandmother was happy to see our family harmonious, but she didn't expect it to be like this."

Su Qiyue lowered her head in disappointment.

Speaking of what happened just now, Dingbei Hou had a hint of anger on his face, "Yue'er, you can't blame you for this."

If that stinky girl had half as sensible as you, she wouldn't have made your mother angry today."

When Dingbei Hou thought about it, he felt unhappy. If that girl was willing to say a few good things to her mother for today, would he be driven away by his wife?

When the Marquis of Dingbei returned to the Marquis's mansion, the old lady Su invited her to Lu'an Hall to discuss Su Qiyue's wedding.

Before Dingbei Hou walked into Lu'an Hall, a woman in a light-colored jacket and skirt was already standing at the door of Lu'an Hall waiting for him.


Chapter completed!