"Ye Lan, you, you you, you..."

The eldest lady covered her heart with her slender hands, looking like she was so angry that she was almost fainted by the unfilial son.

Fenghua watched coldly, and there was no sympathy or unbearable pity for Ye Lan's biological mother in her heart.

After all, the eldest lady forced Ye Lan from a girl to a boy because of her own selfish desires.

The child is just a means to consolidate her status as a child.

Perhaps, the eldest wife has sincere love for Ye Lan.

Yes, no mother in the world doesn’t feel sorry for the flesh that fell from her body.

But in Fenghua's opinion, the eldest wife loves herself more.

The source of Ye Lan's tragedy in his previous life can be said to be the eldest wife.

In times of trouble, it is hard to tell whether the daughter is free of worries or the man is free.

However, the eldest wife forcibly deprived Ye Lan of the right to choose, allowing her to hide her identity and be the young marshal of the Ye family.

Such a mother...

Oh.

Fenghua's eyes were slightly cold.

With a 'ding--', he gently put down the blue and white porcelain tea cup that had not moved in his hand.

She stood up.

"My mother's tea is good, drinking more tea can nourish the mind and calm the mind."

"If you don't want to worry about the wedding, I'll leave it to Jinniang. Mother, just wait quietly for your wife's tea."

Finally, before leaving, Fenghua added another sentence.

"Lianmei is the one I am about to marry into the house by Hongzhuang, who is about to carry a sedan chair and ten miles away. I also asked my mother to take more responsibility to him and not be too harsh."

How is this the gesture and tone that should be requested?

Ye Lan was simply fascinated by the Liyuan actor!

The eldest lady was so angry that her chest was fluctuating violently, but she could only look at Fenghua's back as she turned around and left.

She suddenly remembered.

Isn’t Ye Lan the daughter?

But she insisted on marrying an actor as her real wife, and even refused to contradict her, her biological mother.

Could it be...

The eldest wife sang: "Ye Lan, don't forget your identity-"

Reminder and warning.

Feng Hua said without looking back: "No need to worry."

Four words came from afar.

The eldest lady was so angry that her slender hands brushed across the table and threw the teacup!

Crackling.

The sound of blue and white porcelain falling to the ground was broken, accompanied by a tone of annoyance-

"I'm really hard and I don't even listen to my own mother's words! Ye Lan, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have the glory of today...!"

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Today is the day when the young man gets married.

The wedding party circled Beiyang City.

The bride's betrothal gift, the front lift had already entered the pear garden, and the last lift had not yet been carried out of the coach's mansion.

It's really a ten-mile red makeup.

The young marshal rode on the tall horse, and his big red wedding robe made his face look more and more handsome.

The little girls, brides and wives watching on both sides of the street were heartbroken.

"The young man is really beautiful."

"But 'he' is going to get married today."

"What's the matter? A 'man' like Young Marshal must have more than one woman. I heard that Young Marshal has several beautiful concubines."

“…”

In the midst of the bustling hustle, the "bride" was picked up from the Liyuan to the Shuai Mansion.

Get married in the church and send it to the bridal chamber.

The prominent and powerful figures in the entire Beiyang City went to attend the wedding banquet and gave gifts.

In the new house.

The wedding girl smiled and shouted: "The groom is here-"

Lian Mei, who was sitting by Xi's bed, couldn't help but feel nervous.

...Ye Lan is here?

A pair of black military boots were reflected in the shimmering peach blossom eyes.
Chapter completed!