Quick Wear: I am a good female supporting role

Chapter 338 The Legal Wife in the Concubine's Story 19

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon was high above the branches, and the old lady's health had improved a little. She forced herself to come to the family dinner. When she saw Lingruo, she couldn't help but complain: "Lingruo, you have been married to my mansion for almost a year, why haven't you given me any good news yet?"

"Ye'er and Bi'er beside me are also sensible girls. Let Huaiqing marry them." The two maids beside the old lady stepped forward.

"Yeah, yeah." Zhai Lingruo said perfunctorily.

Jiang Huaiqing was anxious when he saw this: "Grandmother, Lingruo has only been married for a short time and hasn't given birth to a legitimate son yet, how can you take a concubine?"

"My dear, grandma has good intentions. I know you respect me, but I am not a jealous woman who cannot tolerate others. Just listen to grandma and marry her."

Zhai Lingruo knew that Jiang Huaiqing would definitely not listen to her and marry Ye'er and Bi'er, so she just wanted to provoke him and make him uncomfortable.

After all, Li Xintang was still waiting for him to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. If he heard this news, he would be furious again.

"I don't agree. Lingruo and I have a deep relationship. Do you have to force me, grandma?" Jiang Huaiqing slammed the table and looked at the old lady coldly.

"My husband, please don't be angry with your grandmother."

The old lady was already in poor health, and after being angered by her grandson, she felt like she couldn't breathe. She didn't expect that after Li Xintang left, Zhai Lingruo came.

Seeing Zhai Lingruo's face full of emotion due to her husband's love, the old lady was furious. What was there for this woman to be so proud of? Did she know that Qing'er already had an eldest son?

"You rebellious son!" The old lady covered her chest, "Forget it, bring Nian Tan to me."

Looking at Jiang Niantan, the old lady always had a secret pleasure towards Zhai Lingruo. Even though you are favored by Huai Qing now, he still has Li Xintang and a child in front of him.

"Grandma, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's a pity to break up Grandma Cui's family reunion, right?" Zhai Lingruo spoke at the right time.

Now there is one more person who is upset, Jiang Huaiqing. After all, on the surface, Jiang Niantan is still the grandson of Nanny Cui and the son of Steward Cui.

It is not a good thing for your own son to call someone else "dad".

"I understand. Grandmother is thinking that it is better to share the Mid-Autumn Festival with others than to enjoy it alone. In this case, let's invite Aunt Cui and her family as well. If people outside know about this, everyone will say that our mansion is not arrogant and treats servants well." Zhai Lingruo smiled even more deeply, "Huaiqing, what do you think?"

Jiang Huai was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but he suppressed his anger and said, "Just do as Madam says."

After all, calling Jiang Niantan alone would arouse too much suspicion, not to mention that he would take Jiang Niantan to Li Xintang's place to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival later. Fearing that things might change, he had to agree.

When Nanny Cui and her family came over, it was still a little awkward. After all, it didn't make sense for servants to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival with their masters.

"Madam Cui, the old lady misses Tan, so she specially asked your family to come and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her." Zhai Lingruo turned her head to look at the old lady, "It's really grandma who treats the servants so well. If you don't know, you would think we are blood sisters."

The old lady felt that she was in a dilemma, but she couldn't vent her anger on Zhai Lingruo. After all, it was she who suggested to see Jiang Niantan, so she had to swallow it.

The reunion dinner was not a pleasant one. As servants, Matron Cui and her family dared not sit at the table and could only wait nervously by the side.

Zhai Lingruo ignored their expressions. After all, in the original plot, this Nanny Cui was not a good person either. The original owner treated her very well, but she repaid his kindness with enmity and spread rumors everywhere that the original owner was restless and flirting with other women when she was in the mansion.

After returning, Zhai Lingruo heard that the old lady had fainted again and her illness had worsened.

"Huaiqing, you'd better stop being angry with your grandmother in the future. You see, it's because you refused to take a concubine that my grandmother became sick again." Zhai Lingruo took the initiative and put the blame on Jiang Huaiqing first.

Jiang Huaiqing took a deep breath and looked at the woman in front of him. He felt like a scholar encountering a soldier. Didn’t this woman know what his grandmother was angry about?

"Grandmother is old, so you should go out less and spend more time with her. She might pass away one day, and you won't be able to see her even if you want to." Zhai Lingruo said casually.

Jiang Huaiqing felt that there was something else behind her words, but looking at her concerned expression, it didn't seem fake, so he thought that he might be overthinking it.

"Well, I have something to do tonight, so I have to go out of the house." Jiang Huaiqing said.

"There are some things going on in the shop under my name, so I'm afraid I can't stay in the mansion tonight." Zhai Lingruo also said.

Jiang Huaiqing went to accompany his lover, and she also went to accompany her lover. This is fair.

When leaving the house, Zhai Lingruo pretended to go to the shop for a stroll. Manager Lin was still in the shop. When he saw her coming, he quickly stood up to greet her.

"Madam, it's Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, why are you here?"

"There's nothing to do in the mansion, so I came out for a walk." Zhai Lingruo looked at Manager Lin meaningfully.

"Madam, this is the account book, please take a look."

Zhai Lingruo shook her head. "Don't I trust you to do your job? You don't need to look at the accounts. You should go back and have a rest."

The full moon hangs high in the sky, embellishing the boundless darkness. The moonlight tonight is exceptionally bright.

Zhai Lingruo picked up the jade whistle and was hesitating whether to blow it. She was now on the streets of Beijing. Tonight was different from the past. Most people on the street had gone back home to reunite with their families, so there were not many people around.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly dozens of black shadows appeared. They were wearing night clothes, holding swords, and attacked straight towards one place.

Zhai Lingruo looked in the direction of those black shadows. Their target seemed to be a middle-aged man wearing a light yellow robe and a noble appearance.

Could this man be the emperor?

Those who were still on the street noticed the commotion and ran into their homes or found somewhere to hide.

Ling Ruo was just about to find a place to hide when she suddenly fell into a familiar embrace with hot body temperature.

"Lord Yan?"

"Close your eyes."

In fact, she didn't even need to close her eyes, because Yan Heng had already held her tightly against his chest, and the only thing she could see in her field of vision was the dark color of his clothes.

In her ears were the sounds of swords clashing, the sharp sword tips piercing into flesh and blood, and the sounds of people falling to the ground one after another. Zhai Lingruo smelled a strong smell of blood, but she knew that it was not Yan Heng's blood.

Just as she was about to stick her head out to see what was going on, she heard Yan Heng speak, his voice as clear as spring water among pine trees: "Don't move."

Such a bloody scene would scare her.

The air was covered in blood, and an assassin was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown. However, Yan Heng's killing movements were smooth and flowing. He was clearly holding a woman whose appearance was unknown in his arms, but he was still able to kill an assassin with one swift sword. Blood was splattered on his body from time to time, but his expression did not change at all.

"Yan Heng, are you okay?" Zhai Lingruo didn't dare to move, for fear of affecting the man's performance.

As soon as she finished her words, she heard the sound of swords cutting through flesh and blood, and the strong smell of rust lingered in her nose.

Yan Heng, is he injured?