"That's what the imperial concubine said~"

Ye Fanyin changed the subject.

"Then, when can the marriage of His Highness Ninth Prince be discussed?"

Concubine Mo finally became impatient when she saw Ye Fanyin's indecisive appearance. There was a hint of unkindness in her tone,

"Why should the Ninth Prince's marriage be discussed after he comes back from Northern Xinjiang?

After all, he is not my biological son, so his marriage still has to follow his own wishes. "

Ye Fanyin smiled happily.

"Since ancient times, marriages have always been decided by parents and matchmakers. I have to prepare a dowry for Nan Sheng!"

Concubine Mo was too lazy to look at Ye Fanyin's ordinary and confident look:

Your good daughter will unjustly accuse her brother of tearing off her hair at the age of three.

As the saying goes, you look old at the age of three.

Mo Nansheng looks docile and well-behaved on the surface, but in fact, what kind of good thing can he be?

Concubine Mo covered her mouth, yawned lazily, and said,

"I'm tired and want to sleep in my cage. Sister-in-law, please come back."

Ye Fanyin finally realized what was going on and resigned with displeasure.

On the way back home, Ye Fanyin's carriage was hit.

She originally wanted to take this opportunity to vent her anger and extort something, but when she opened the curtain and saw that the other party's carriage was much more gorgeous than hers, and he must be older than her family, she immediately lost her temper.

The person in the car was Shen Wanwan from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

She politely apologized to Ye Fanyin, and quickly ordered someone to repair the car. She also took the person to a restaurant aside to eat and wait.

Ye Fanyin took a look and found that the future eldest prince's concubine was too approachable.

How could one refuse such a distinguished person’s invitation to dine?

Isn't this also an opportunity for me to make friends with powerful people?

So he agreed with a flattering smile.

During the dinner, Ye Fanyin congratulated Shen Wanwan on her upcoming marriage to the eldest prince and her bright future, and lamented that her daughter's marriage had not yet been decided.

Shen Wanwan smiled and said,

"The Mo family has a big tree like Concubine Mo. Are you still worried about whether your daughter will marry well?"

"Concubine Mo, it seems she doesn't want my girl to marry the Ninth Prince, alas~"

Shen Wanwan’s mysterious secret path,

"Mrs. Mo, it all depends on people~"

Ye Fanyin's foxy eyes lit up, "Miss Shen, what are your suggestions?"

Shen Wanwan came close to Ye Fanyin's ear and whispered a few words:

Such and such, such and such, Concubine Mo must agree.

Ye Fanyin listened to Shen Wanwan's suggestion and was convinced.

After leaving the restaurant, I went to visit relatives and friends from house to house and vigorously promoted:

When the Ninth Prince comes back from Northern Xinjiang, something happy will happen in Mo Mansion!

The news reached Mo Jingchen's ears, and he was so angry that he closed his eyes and quickly turned the beads in his hand:

happy event?

What happy event?

Mo Nansheng has no talent or virtue, and my little aunt will never agree to let Xiao Sha marry her.

Regarding this matter, I am afraid that Ye Fanyin released false news and wanted to blackmail my little aunt into forcing her into a marriage.

Ye Fanyin's stupid brain couldn't come up with such a method, so it must have been Shen Wanwan's fault!

I never knew before that she was so scheming!

No princess is the daughter of a fourth-rank official family.

If this marriage comes to fruition, those ministers who are good at figuring out the Holy Will will automatically exclude His Highness Ninth Prince from being selected for the throne, and no one will support him!

What a vicious intention!

Ye Fanyin and her son, the evildoers, can no longer be allowed to talk nonsense everywhere!

The next day.

When Ye Fanyin woke up, his mouth and eyes were crooked.

My throat was so hoarse that it sounded like a broken gong. Every time I opened my mouth, it felt like being pricked by needles.

She had no choice but to keep quiet, hide at home, dare not go out, and send people to invite famous doctors to treat her.

In the end, when the disease could not be cured, they sent people to the Ninth Prince's villa to ask Dr. Sun, the imperial physician who was with Mo Jingchen, to come back.

Imperial Physician Sun was highly respected and had served two generations of emperors, so naturally he was unwilling to diagnose the wife of a fourth-rank official.

It was only after Mo Jingchen gave him two rare ancient medical books and persuaded him with emotion and reason that Imperial Doctor Sun finally agreed.

Doctor Sun fiddled with Ye Fanyin, whose mouth and eyes were crooked, with a serious face, admiring her distorted ugliness for a while, and finally said what Mo Jingchen had told him to say.

"Mrs. Mo, this is a disease caused by hard work over the years. Judging from the old age, you should have a good rest before you can use it to recuperate."

Mo Jingchen, who was standing aside, said respectfully,

"Auntie, rest in peace and recover. From now on, I can handle matters in my yard by myself. Please give me the account book."

Ye Fanyin was extremely flustered when she heard that Mo Jingchen wanted the account book.

Over the years, most of the property left by Mo Jingchen's father has been transferred back to his parents' home, and they cannot be accounted for at all.

I could only squeeze out a few words from my hoarse voice with all my strength,

"Jingchen, you are still young and not married, how can you live your life?

It's better for your eldest aunt to take care of it for you.

When you get married, give the account book to your wife.

Cough cough, cough cough~"

Ye Fanyin struggled to finish these words and almost coughed herself to death.

My throat hurt so much that I just used my hands to pinch my neck to relieve the pain a little bit.

Ye Fanyin had already planned it, and Mo Jingchen's marriage could be postponed for as long as one day.

When the day comes for him to get married, find him a girl from a small family.

When the time comes, won’t you be left to your own devices?

If the ledger is correct or not, what can she do?

Dr. Sun even talked about this, and Mrs. Mo shamelessly took possession of her nephew's property and refused to return it. It was really not honorable at all.

In an instant, his sense of justice was overwhelming. His face was sullen, he said nothing, refused to go to the hospital for treatment, and refused to leave.

Mo Ziyuan quickly rubbed Ye Fanyin's back and gave her water.

Because his mouth was crooked, water spilled all over his clothes, making him extremely embarrassed ...

Mo Ziyuan was eager to save his wife, and he said with grief,

"Madam, if your own health is important, don't worry about others.

You have done enough over the years.

Today, Dr. Sun is here to bear witness, and you have no choice but to do so.

In the future, even if Jingchen spends all the money left by his father in one day, no one will blame you. "

Ye Fanyin glanced at Mo Jingchen with hatred in her eyes. His kind but extremely cold face really made her uncomfortable.

However, the cough was so uncomfortable that he couldn't help himself, so he had to order someone to bring a stack of ledgers and return them to Mo Jingchen.

Only then did Dr. Sun write and write a prescription for Ye Fanyin.

After several days of treatment, Ye Fanyin's crooked eyes and mouth were cured, leaving only one root cause:

Ye Fanyin's voice was completely broken since then, and her speech was slurred. No one except Mo Ziyuan could understand what she said.

Moreover, she couldn't talk too much every day. If she talked too much, her throat would hurt as if she had swallowed a razor blade, and even Mo Ziyuan couldn't hear what she was talking about.

Ye Fanyin's temper became increasingly violent, and the maids and women around her were beaten by her every day.

The house is restless.

Mo Jingchen checked the old account books from twenty years ago and looked at the various expenses incurred by his mother after she entered the house.