My Stepmother is Soft and Charming

She had important things to do today and had to go out.

If not for anything else, I just wanted to take my sister-in-law Liu, my nephew Ping'er, and my eighth sister Xue Niang to see how the renovation of the General's Mansion was going.

So, while going back to the room to tidy up a little, I asked someone to invite them.

After lighting a stick of incense, the four of them happily left the door of the Duke's Mansion. They had not noticed the current depression of Beiyuan at all.

Since the fifth room was cleared out, the people in the third room have behaved a lot.

They were familiar with Mrs. Wei's methods in the past, and they always felt that it was because of the relatives' dignity, so she did not dare to be too restrained by the third wife.

Now, even a fool can see that keeping them here is just to disgust Dongyuan.

If Mrs. Wei was really threatened, she would be uprooted.

I'm afraid that their end will be worse than that of the fifth-bedroom apartment. Therefore, the people in the third-bedroom apartment want to leave.

But where should we go after leaving?

Everyone in the room was gloomy and gloomy. Even Shang Erlang, who usually loved to sleep outside, drink and gamble, stayed at home obediently today and did not dare to go out randomly.

After a long while, Shang Sanlang spoke.

"How about we move to the house on Osmanthus Alley. Anyway, our great grandfather left us the third bedroom there. Although it is a bit smaller, it is better than staying here and being controlled by others."

Having said that, except for Sanlang's wife, no one seemed to be willing.

The reason is simple, moving is not difficult.

But how to survive on your own is troublesome.

After all, those shops that Sanfang once shared with the title deeds have been spent over the years and sold for money, and there is not much money left.

All that can be left behind belong to the coffin books of the three old masters and the three old ladies.

The two of them were asked to take out those things. One was unwilling, and the other was a drop in the bucket and it was useless.

We can't just live on the dowry of Erlang's wife, so everyone is silent.

Seeing that no one answered her husband's proposal, Sanlang's wife sighed, pulled Sanlang's sleeve, and signaled him to stop talking.

Anyway, it's useless to talk too much, and it's easy to bore people.

Seeing this, Erlang's wife had an idea in her mind.

Rather than having such a big family tied together, it would be better to live separately.

She has support from her mother-in-law, and she also has a profitable shop of her own.

There is no problem in raising three sons.

But if you add such a large group of people, it's hard to say.

Sure enough, it is beneficial when we gather together, and it is also beneficial when we disperse.

It's just that it's hard to say this kind of thing from her mouth now, otherwise if outsiders find out, they will definitely be unfilial in various ways.

After all, grandparents, father-in-law, mother-in-law are all there.

No matter how hard it is, they can't find any good excuse.

So, he fell into a pool of stagnant water again.

"If you want to move it, you and your wife can move it by yourself. I have lived in this Duke's mansion for most of my life, and now the soil is buried up to my neck. I don't want to go outside and make trouble."

It was the third old man who spoke, with a hint of helpless stubbornness in his tone.

Even though he knew he wasn't welcome here, he still wasn't happy to move.

There are only two reasons.

One is that he doesn't want to be "driven" out of the house when he gets old, and becomes a bereaved dog just like Wufang.

Secondly, he also wanted to enjoy more mourning and glory after death.

If you stay in the Duke's Mansion, you can still get some dignity. If you move out, I'm afraid you will only have a green lantern and a thin coffin.

He didn't want to.

Seeing this, Shang Sanlang could only give up and stop mentioning moving out.

Compared to their anguish and troubles, Xiyuan's side is no less generous.

Ever since Shang Zhihe was stepped on and had his leg broken by Prince Fu, no one in this courtyard has ever smiled.

King Fu and his wife sent a large amount of medicinal materials here, but it could not alleviate the pain in their hearts.

On the day of the banquet, after seeing off Princess Yuehua, Mrs. Wei took Princess Fu to Xiyuan.

When I saw the sweat rolling down from Shang Zhi and Na Douzi, my heart felt like sand, grinding hard.

Aunt Shang has never been pregnant again since she gave birth to her son.

In recent years, there have been many concubines and concubines born in Prince Fu's Mansion, but none of them have been raised.

Therefore, Prince Fu is the only one in the entire mansion. Naturally, Prince Fu and his wife are very protective of him.

I'm sorry, but they are really not willing to let their son pay any price for this.

Therefore, Shiro's wife was filled with hatred, but there was no one in the house who could make decisions for her and her son.

She suddenly felt isolated and helpless.

Especially when the imperial doctor came to look at it carefully and said that it could be cured so that the lameness in the legs and feet would not be visible, but this was only when walking.

If you want to ride a horse, shoot an arrow, run, jump, chase, etc., you will no longer be able to do so.

This is equivalent to blocking half of Shang Zhihe's future future. How can this prevent Shiro's wife from dying?

The entire Xiyuan Garden was also filled with gloom and mist.

Especially Mrs. Wei, on the left is her grandson wailing in pain, her daughter-in-law gnashing her teeth, and on the right her daughter and son-in-law sincerely apologizing, but to no avail.

Such torture, coupled with the fatigue accumulated from preparing for the birthday party, suddenly made her fall ill.

I never had any headaches before, but now I have severe headaches every day.

I drank bowl after bowl of tranquilizing medicine, but it was of little use.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I was filled with my grandson's wailing and ruined future, and I couldn't sleep at all.

The person who had been working hard for just a few days had turned sallow and looked much older. At this moment, he looked a bit like a person in his fifties.

"Ma'am, take the medicine."

Aunt Jiao whispered something in Mrs. Wei's ear, her eyes full of worry and distress.

When things develop to this point, no one will feel more pain than Mrs. Wei.

The Duke of Guo has such a naughty temper that he just talks about being sad. Now he doesn't hide in his study every day and refuses to go out to do things.

So the huge burden doesn't all fall on Mrs. Wei.

Mrs. Wei coughed twice, and when she got up from the bed, she felt very dizzy.

If she hadn't supported Nanny Jiao next to her, she probably wouldn't have been able to get up.

But no matter how difficult it is, you have to take medicine, otherwise you will not be able to take good care of yourself and how you will be able to deal with these things in the future.

Mrs. Wei felt like she had a clear mind, so she took the medicine in one go.

He waited until the medicine bowl was empty, then gasped for air in an attempt to relieve the cough.

Grandma Jiao put her hand behind her back to help her, and said while returning the favor.

"Madam, don't be anxious. This illness is just caused by a temporary bad breath. It will be cured after taking medicine for a few days."

After hearing this, Mrs. Wei also smiled bitterly.

"My illness will naturally be cured, but He'er's legs will have to be like this for the rest of their lives. I'm not willing to accept it."

It is clear that the grandson whom I have put all my efforts into cultivating is much better than Shang Zhiping next door.

But I didn't expect that it would break in the hands of my grandson.