Su Qingyue furrowed her brows, did this bodyâs relatives not all die, were there still a brother-in-law and sister-in-law from her maternal family left?
Forget it, even if there were.
She would just treat them as dead.
Zhu Mei-shi, seeing that she didnât deny it, thought that she had admitted it, and hurriedly said, âXiao Yue, youâre not having a good time in the Xiao family, right? Xiao Yishan is as scary as a wild beast, the Xiao familyâs third son is a good-for-nothing who faints easily, and the fourth son is even more disabled. Following the three brothers, your second half of your life is completely ruined.â Speaking of her two sons, she was very proud, âCome back to the Zhu family. Donât you like my son Nengwen? As long as you come back to the Zhu family, I promise to let Nengwen marry you!â
Before Su Qingyue could finish speaking, Xiao Yishanâs angry roar came, âZhu Mei-shi, what nonsense are you talking about!â
He didnât trust his wife alone, so he followed her.
He didnât expect to encounter Zhu Mei-shi spouting nonsense at his wife.
âWhat nonsense?â Seeing Xiao Yishan coming, with that fierce stature, Zhu Mei-shi shrank back, feeling scared and wanting to flee.
Thinking of the three hundred taels of silver that Su Qingyue had earned, even after buying the carriage, she calculated that there were still more than two hundred and seventy taels left. So much money, to take it by force, it would be worth it even if she died!
She boldly put her hands on her waist, âWhen Su Qingyue was in my house, she always seduced my son, Zhu Nengwen, you ask her if itâs true?â
Xiao Yishan, with a dark face, looked at his wife.
Su Qingyue didnât know if the original owner had ever seduced anyone, but she hadnât, so she confidently said, âI didnât.â
Zhu Mei-shi wanted to come and grab Su Qingyueâs hand, but her speed was as fast as a ghostâs, and she quickly moved to the side. Zhu Mei-shi missed it and, not giving up, said, âHow can you say you didnât! Xiao Yue, the whole village knows that you like our familyâs Nengwen. Rest assured, as long as you return to the Zhu family, Nengwen will marry you as his wife, as his main wife!â
Su Qingyue indifferently glanced at the middle-aged woman stepping into old age, âAre you done?â
âXiao Yue⦠you better not be dissatisfied.â Zhu Mei-shi revealed a bit of her fierce appearance, âMy familyâs Nengwen is a Scholar, a scholar, and in the future, who knows if he will become an official? By then, you will be the officialâs wife. With your ugly appearance and background, being able to be his main wife is great fortune that you could not obtain even in eight lifetimes!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Su Qingyue knew that the Scholar mentioned here was not a virgin man, but rather the lower level of scholars in ancient times.
First, they had to pass the Scholar level, and then they would be qualified to take the higher level exams. After becoming a Scholar, they would take the higher-level exams, and finally, they were eligible to take the Number One Scholar exam.
Many people in their lifetime canât even pass the Scholar level, not to mention anything else.
Thatâs why she often heard people talk about the late old Scholar Huang in the village as a knowledgeable scholar.
Su Qingyue laughed without a care, âMrs. Zhu, oh no, you should be surnamed âMoldâ. Mrs. Mold, get it straight, anything above Scholar is considered an official title. A Scholar is not even worth a fart, itâs just a little better than knowing a few characters. As for being the officialâs wife, with your sonâs crappy appearance, he canât even pass the Scholar exam, let alone become an official. He doesnât even rank in his next life! As for being your sonâs main wife⦠just thinking of your sonâs disgusting appearance, even if I were a bachelor for my entire life, I wouldnât give your son a second glance!â
Xiao Yishan originally came to worry about his wife having a change of heart. After all, Zhu Nengwen was a Scholar. He had indeed heard that his wife used to like Zhu Nengwenâ¦