Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 507: The eldest daughter-in-law of a wealthy family (29)

"I have already sent Qiuyue out of the house. There is no need to mention the matter of taking a concubine again." Zhao Su sat across from Fu Huaiying and said to her, "If mother brings it up to you again, just refuse it directly."

Fu Huaiying didn't expect that Zhao Su would actually kick people out of the Marquis' Mansion directly.

I’m afraid Qiuyue’s life will not be so easy in the future.

Fu Huaiying asked, "But the Marquis doesn't like Qiuyue? She is my mother's personal maid, and knowing her background well makes me feel more at ease."

Zhao Su's expression was serious and stern: "I don't need so many people in my backyard."

Fu Huaiying didn't say anything else.

There was a subtle awkwardness in the air.

In the past, when the two of them were together, Fu would talk and he would listen. Now, she doesn't take the initiative to bring up topics, and Zhao Su is not a talkative person.

Fu Huaiying looked at Zhao Su with confusion in his eyes, as if asking why he was still here.

Zhao Su glanced at the white porcelain bowl on the table and said slowly, "...You are still young, there is no need to worry about having an heir."

Fu Huaiying understood.

He was treating the medicine he was drinking as a medicine to regulate his body and aid pregnancy.

Fu Huaiying was too lazy to explain and responded perfunctorily.

At this time, Zhao Su took out a copper key from his sleeve and handed it to Fu Huaiying.

"This is the key to my private vault." Zhao Su said, "Keep it safe. You can use the things inside."

He thought about it that day and felt that she was probably short of money, so she was thinking about opening a shop.

Fu Huaiying immediately guessed what Zhao Su meant.

"Then I will keep it for the Marquis." Fu Huaiying handed the key to Hongxiu and asked her to keep it.

...

The news that Zhao Su had kicked Qiuyue out of the mansion quickly spread throughout the mansion.

The old lady was very angry when she found out.

Qiuyue was her personal maid who had served her for many years. Being driven out of the house by Zhao Su was like a slap in the face to her, without giving her any face at all.

"Could it be that Fu said something?" said the nanny who was pouring tea for the old lady.

The old lady twisted the jade beads in her hand with a very ugly expression.

Everyone in the mansion knew that it was Fu Huaiying who placed the person in Chengxin Hall and said that she would assign a maid to serve there. The behavior of this virtuous wife was impeccable.

It was Zhao Su who personally drove Qiuyue out of the house, so it was not Fu Huaiying's fault in any way.

"It's a pity for Qiuyue. She was kicked out of the house by Xun Zhi himself. I'm afraid no one will dare to marry her in the future." The old lady said indifferently, but her brows were still furrowed. "If we don't take a concubine, I don't know how we can expect to have children."

"Could it be that he despises Qiuyue's humble background?"

"Old Madam! In my humble opinion, why not put this matter aside for now? The anniversary of the death of the former Madam is approaching, and according to the Marquis's rules, he would not take a concubine at this critical juncture."

...

Soon it was the anniversary of Fu Shuyue's death.

Three carriages were already ready at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion, and one of them was already loaded with the things to be taken.

Fu Huaiying, dressed in plain clothes, walked from the Lotus Fragrance Courtyard to the red gate, accompanied by Hongling.

Hongling's heart has been beating fast since the first day. She wants to go back to Fu Mansion to see her parents and sister, but she doesn't dare to go back and face Yan Binghua's eyes.

Last night, Fu Huaiying specifically asked Hongling to accompany her today, which made Hongling a little unsure about Fu Huaiying's attitude.

Hongxiu disappeared early in the morning, as if she had been asked by Fu Huaiying to do something.

Hexiangyuan is far from the main gate. When Fu Huaiying reached the main gate, Zhao Su and the two children had already arrived.

The expression on Zhao Tunan's face has never improved since he saw Fu Huaiying.

As Fu Shuyue's dowry nanny, Nanny Chang naturally followed her master back to Xiling to pay homage.

Zhao Su wore a green robe and a jade belt, and a long sword on his left.

"Master Hou."

Hongling followed Fu Huaiying in paying her respects.

Zhao Su nodded, then turned around and carried the two children onto the second carriage.

When he turned around again, Fu Huaiying had already boarded the carriage in front.

Fu's house is located in Xuanyangfang, and it takes about half an incense stick of time to get there by carriage.

Most of the people living in Xuanyangfang were officials working in the imperial city, and Liu Shuyu's parents also lived in Xuanyangfang.

On the anniversary of his eldest daughter's death, Fu Hongchuan took a day off in advance, and the couple stood outside the mansion early waiting for the arrival of Marquis Dingbei.

Yan Binghua stood beside Fu Hongchuan, looking a little depressed.

At this time of year every year, whenever she saw Fu Huaiying and Zhao Su coming together, she would think of her daughter who passed away young.

"Master and Madam, the Marquis and his entourage have arrived at the South Gate!"

Fu Hongchuan took this opportunity to tidy up his appearance.

Soon, the carriage of the Marquis of Dingbei drove slowly from the street and stopped at the door of Fu's mansion.

After the coachman stopped the carriage, he brought a stool and set it aside. Zhao Tunan helped Zhao Fuyao get off the carriage slowly.

"Grandfather! Grandma!" Zhao Fuyao got off the carriage and ran towards Yan Binghua.

"Yaoyao." Yan Binghua squatted down and hugged Zhao Fuyao.

When Yan Binghua saw Zhao Fuyao, who looked somewhat similar to Fu Shuyue, tears welled up in her eyes.

If her daughter had not married into a royal family like the Marquis's, she would have taken her granddaughter back to the Fu Mansion to raise her long ago.

"Has Grandma Yaoyao not eaten well? How come it looks like there is no flesh on her face?" Yan Binghua stroked Zhao Fuyao's face with a handkerchief with concern.

"Grandpa, grandma."

Zhao Tunan walked up to the two of them and saluted.

Fu Hongchuan was very satisfied with his grandson's manners. He smiled lovingly and patted Zhao Tunan's shoulder: "I haven't seen you for a while. You have grown taller."

Yan Binghua also touched the back of Zhao Tunan's head.

At this time, Fu Huaiying and Zhao Su also walked up the stairs.

Yan Binghua immediately met Hongling's gaze behind Fu Huaiying.

Hongling subconsciously lowered her head and avoided looking at Yan Binghua.

Yan Binghua frowned, but before she could wonder why Hong Ling was acting strangely, Marquis Dingbei had already walked up to her.

"My Lord." Fu Hongchuan and Yan Binghua saluted Zhao Su together.

In the past, Zhao Su was absent from Fu Shuyue's death anniversary only one year due to war. Otherwise, he would bring his wife and children to visit Yue's family on this day every year, and then go to Xiling with Yue's family to offer sacrifices to his deceased wife.

"Father-in-law and mother-in-law don't need to be so polite."

Fu Hongchuan said, "Come in and have a cup of tea. It's time for the monks at Daxiangguo Temple to do their morning prayers."

Every year on Fu Shuyue’s death anniversary, Yan Binghua would invite monks from Daxiangguo Temple to go to Xiling to perform rituals.

Zhao Su nodded: "Let Tunan and Yaoyao go and burn some incense."

There is also a tablet dedicated to Fu Shuyue by Yan Binghua in Fu Mansion.

Zhao Su and Fu Hongchuan were talking in front, while Yan Binghua looked at Hong Ling.

Hongling was still following Fu Huaiying with her head down, which made Yan Binghua feel subtly weird.

However, this was not a good time to ask questions.

When they reached the door of the mourning hall, Fu Huaiying suddenly said, "Let me go in and burn some incense for my elder sister."

As she spoke, she was about to step over the threshold.

Zhao Tunan, who had already walked into the mourning hall and picked up three incense sticks, glanced back at this scene and subconsciously shouted, "You are not allowed to come in!"