Wen Wan bit her lip and quietly harrumphed. She knew that she shouldn't have said those words, so she softened her voice as she said, "I'm just asking you to not let me down..."
Marquis Moyu's expression was very calm. He stood up and said, "If you ever feel that I'm treating you unfairly, then just ask me for a divorce letter. You can remarry whoever you want and I'll fully support your decision."
After these words were said, he immediately left the room
Wen Wan was shocked by these words. She couldn't suppress the feeling of being wronged and her eyes became teary.
She opened and closed mouth as she tried to think of a way to keep him from leaving without backing down from her position. He was the one that was wrong to begin with. Why was he flipping it around and blaming her? Wen Wan was extremely hurt and upset. And, when she thought of Nie Sangyu's earlier words, she swallowed down the words asking him to stay.
Men were always greedy and not satisfied with what they had. She wasn't wrong, and she wouldn't lower her head in apology. If his heart truly had her, he definitely wouldn't make her suffer this monumental grievance and continue to give her a cold shoulder.
She turned around and went to her bed to have a crying fit. Wen Wan hated to death the other women in the residence. If they didn't exist, her life with Yuxuan would be perfect. They were such a well-matched pair. Was a perfect couple's happy life a dream? Why were there so many bothersome women?
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That evening, old madame returned home and Jinse went to pay her a visit. Jinse had originally thought that elderly people would feel happy at the news of descendants. And so, she had dressed up nicely to pay respects. How could she have known that old madame would be so harsh? Instead of acknowledging her and letting her stand up from her kneeling position, old madame just elegantly drank her tea.
Ji Man had also come to pay respects. Seeing old madame's attitude, she knew that old madame wasn't happy seeing a second Mu Shuiqing. However, she didn't have the right to interfere, so she just obediently poured tea for old madame.
After Jinse had been kneeling for a long time, she finally couldn't suppress her temper. She raised her head and said again, "This servant, Jinse, is here to pay respects to Old Madame."
Old madame coldly harrumphed. "When did this household start the practice of having new servant girls coming to pay me respects? Then, will this old bag of bones have to stand at the entrance and suffer though all of you paying me respects instead of resting?"
Jinse's face turned red, then white. She gritted her and said, "This servant isn't a servant girl. This servant is a pregnant concubine brought back by the marquis."
Her tone was rather belligerent. She wasn't the same as Mu Shuiqing. At the very least, Mu Shuiqing was a woman that had been trained in the crown prince's household for two years and knew proper etiquette. In contrast, Jinse's tone strongly showed that she was a person that had lived in a rougher environment and didn't know how to restrain herself when feeling wronged. She immediately showed her dissatisfaction when old madame embarrassed her.
"Oh? I heard that you're a woman from a brothel." Old madame's eyelids didn't even twitch. "Who's the father of your child?"
Hearing these words, Ji Man didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. It seemed that old madame didn't want to acknowledge this child, ah. In this dynasty, it was extremely rare for prostitutes to be brought back home, and yet Marquis Moyu had two of them. It was only to be expected that old madame would be angry.
Jinse felt so wronged that her voice was choked with emotion as she said, "Of course it's the marquis's child. Otherwise, the marquis wouldn't have brought back this servant."
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The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir
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