kvmb Chapter 189: Red Mansion Lady Xing 9
Chapter 189: Red Mansion Lady Xing 9
"Zhu'er, studying is hard, don't overwork yourself." Old Mrs. Jia looked at Jia Zhu, who was quiet and proper.
"Yes, grandmother." Jia Zhu glanced at his father and dared not say a word.
The old lady looked at Jia Zhu with eyes full of love and concern. She knew that although this child was usually well-behaved and obedient, he always had a trace of fear of his father in his heart.
"Zheng'er, don't be so harsh." Old Lady Jia turned her head and said to Jia Zheng, "Zhu'er is still young. People like us don't need to work as hard as the children of poor families."
Jia Zheng was a little embarrassed when he heard his mother's words. He knew that his education method might be too strict, but as a traditional scholar, he always believed that strict teachers produce excellent students, and only strict requirements can cultivate excellent children. He had never set foot in the imperial examination, and he always placed this expectation on his son.
"Mother is right. I will pay attention to it." Jia Zheng responded respectfully.
Seeing this, Jia Zhu felt a little relieved. He knew that although his father was strict, he was also a filial man and always obeyed his grandmother's words.
"Zhu'er, although you are smart, you can't ignore diligence when studying." Mrs. Jia said to Jia Zhu again, "You must remember that learning is not achieved overnight, it requires long-term accumulation and tempering."
"Yes, grandma. I will try my best." Jia Zhu replied respectfully.
Old Mrs. Jia nodded and looked at her grandson with satisfaction.
Among the Rong and Ning mansions, only her Zhu'er had a talent for studying, and she selectively forgot about Jia Jing, who was a Jinshi from the West Mansion.
Xing Yuling lowered her head and rolled her eyes, but was seen by Jia Lian who was standing next to her.
Jia Lian came over with a smile and whispered to Xing Yuling, "How dare you roll your eyes in front of the old lady? Be careful or you will be punished later."
Xing Yuling glared at him and said, "My eyes just hurt, stop talking nonsense."
As she was speaking, Grandmother Jia turned to look at him and said, "Lian'er, learn more from Zhu'er."
Jia Lian quickly agreed, "Yes, Grandfather, I understand."
Grandmother Jia said to Xing Yuling, "Lian'er is going back to live in the main room. You need to spend more time on her."
Xing Yuling smiled and replied, "Thank you, old lady, for your teachings. I will keep them in mind."
Grandmother Jia nodded with satisfaction, and then said to everyone: "Okay, start eating, don't let my dear grandson go hungry."
Everyone started to eat and the atmosphere at the table was harmonious.
Jia She was drinking by himself and ignored this scene, but Grandmother Jia was used to pretending not to see it.
Seeing this scene, Jia Zheng couldn't help but feel happy, and he secretly rejoiced at what was happening before his eyes. The slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be a true reflection of his inner joy. Mrs. Wang, who was standing beside him, had the same feeling as her husband Jia Zheng at this moment. There was a trace of greed in her originally calm eyes, and a faint smile hung at the corners of her mouth. The couple seemed to be satisfied for some reason, but what made them so happy? Perhaps only they themselves knew the answer...
After dinner, seeing that Jia Baoyu was dozing off, Old Lady Jia ordered everyone to leave and asked the nanny to carry Baoyu back to the green gauze cabinet room to sleep.
The main house in the backyard of Rongxi Hall.
"Madam, the master has gone to Aunt Zhao's place to rest," Wu Xingjia announced in a low voice.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the tea set drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
"Bitch!"
Mrs. Wang's face turned blue. Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth, clenched her fists tightly, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.
"Madam, calm down." Wu Xingjia hurriedly advised, "Why not find a chance to persuade the master tomorrow?"
Mrs. Wang took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
"Now that vixen is becoming more and more favored, she has already secretly given birth to a concubine's daughter, Tanchun, and if she gives birth to another boy or girl, how are we going to live in the future?" Mrs. Wang looked worried.
"Don't worry, ma'am. We still have the eldest daughter and two young masters." Wu Xingjia comforted.
"Well, fortunately we have them." Mrs. Wang felt a little relieved.
"How's the big room?"
Wu Xingjia looked around nervously with his hands folded.
"It's okay. Zhou Duan's family is guarding outside the door." Seeing that she was so timid, Mrs. Wang spoke with dissatisfaction.
"The clothes and bedding in the eldest lady's place were all tainted with the secret medicine of the previous dynasty. Plus, the utensils left by the late eldest lady Zhang were still there, but they didn't notice," Wu Xingjia said with his head down, his hands and feet cold.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Madam Wang's eyes. "Make sure everything is foolproof. Don't let the eldest wife have a chance to turn the tables."
Xing Yuling must not be allowed to successfully give birth to a legitimate son or daughter! Because this will have a huge impact on the Rongguo Mansion, especially the issue of the eldest grandson's status is crucial! Once she gives birth to a child, that child will become the legitimate eldest grandson of the Rongguo Mansion, and it will be a natural thing to inherit the family business and power. In this way, all her efforts will be in vain.
Wu Xingjia nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Madam, everything has been arranged."
Mrs. Wang leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes tiredly, "I hope everything goes well..."
"By the way, remember to remind me to pay my respects to the old lady tomorrow."
On the other side, Xing Yuling arranged for Xiao Si to escort Jia Lian back to his residence.
Jia She was very satisfied with his young, charming and graceful wife. He was often attracted by her charming appearance and graceful temperament, and his heart was full of love. Therefore, most of the time, Jia She would choose to stay in the main room overnight.
However, although Jia She missed his late wife, he was not completely devoted to her. But in any case, Zhang always occupied a special place in his heart.
At night, Jia She lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He thought of the deceased Zhang, and a sense of guilt rose in his heart.
"Alas..." Jia She sighed softly.
Jia She looked at Xing Yuling beside him and hugged her tightly, "Let's have a son."
He stared at the person under him, his eyes full of desire and possessiveness.
His hands began to move uncontrollably, as flexible and unbridled as an eel. One hand gently stroked her soft hair, feeling the silky touch; the other hand slowly slid down to her fair cheek, gently outlining her delicate facial features.
As his fingers moved, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently. His lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end no sound came out, and he just locked her tightly with his burning gaze.
Xing Yuling had no interest or desire in having offspring. She had already made her own plan: she would never get involved in the complicated affairs of Rongguo Mansion, but only needed to take care of her own family and keep a close eye on whether Jia She would break the law.
This decision was not made on impulse, but after careful consideration. Xing Yuling was well aware of the intrigues and conflicts of interest within Rongguo Mansion. She did not want to be involved, nor did she want her children to be implicated. Therefore, she would rather focus on protecting the first house and supervising Jia She to ensure her own peace and stability.
"Master..." Xing Yuling lowered her head shyly.
The blue bed curtains were torn down, blocking the view inside.
Women's clothes were thrown under the bed, and they exuded a faint fragrance, as if they still carried the warmth of their owners. There were also a few men's clothes, which were piled together in a mess, and some were even crumpled into a ball, obviously thrown out in a hurry.