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Hou House.

After eating simple meals for three consecutive days, Marquis Shunyang finally gave up and quit.

"Xiao Feng, why has there been no meat in the kitchen lately? Not only that, the furniture in this mansion is really ugly. I'm embarrassed to bring my colleagues here now."

It's far too shabby; if word gets out, the Marquis's mansion will likely be ridiculed.

The once magnificent Marquis's mansion is now just an empty shell.

There wasn't even a single decent ornament inside.

How could he possibly bear this?

He is none other than the dignified Marquis of Shunyang!

Aunt Feng looked distressed. "My lord, it's not that I'm unwilling, but the expenses are simply too great. My sister has taken back all the valuables. Our manor's funds are limited, and we really can't do anything else."

Aunt Feng hasn't eaten meat for the past few days, and her complexion is extremely pale.

It looked like a dish.

It's long gone from being smooth and slippery.

Looking at her face, the Marquis of Shunyang lost much of his interest.

"The expenses in the back courtyard are enormous. Not only do we have to pay the monthly allowances to the concubines, but the servants and servants in the mansion have also just received their monthly wages. Recently, many families have sent invitations, saying they want to celebrate birthdays and hold banquets, which will be another large expense."

"My lord, we're already lucky to have this to eat. Try this pickled bamboo shoot; it's actually quite sweet."

As Aunt Feng spoke, she placed a piece of pickled bamboo shoots on the chopsticks of Marquis Shunyang.

When the Marquis of Shunyang saw the bright green pickled bamboo shoots in the bowl, he was so angry that he broke his chopsticks.

He stood up unhappily: "I'm going out for some fresh air!"

Originally, she only wanted to teach that ungrateful wretch a lesson, but she never expected that the Marquis's mansion would turn out like this after she stopped taking action.

Now, is there anything that Marquis Shunyang doesn't understand?

It wasn't that Aunt Feng had managed things well all these years; it turned out that it was because Madam Qian had been upholding the prestige of the Marquis's mansion.

Perhaps he should really go and see the Qian family and say a few kind words.

As long as the Marquis's mansion can regain its former glory, I don't mind suffering some grievances.

As they approached Qizhu Garden, they heard Granny Xu's smiling voice from inside: "Madam, let's eat more meat. Look how much you've been suffering."

"Oh dear, Madam Xu, I'm tired of eating shark fin and abalone every day. I just want something vegetarian now. Please forgive me!" Madam Qian's voice was pleading.

"That won't do. Madam has finally regained her appetite recently. She has been malnourished for years and her complexion was very poor. Now that she has finally recovered, this old servant is overjoyed."

"Try this braised pork knuckle; it's one of my specialties. I braised it for a full hour!"

Pork knuckle? Shark fin and abalone?

She eats so well, while he, poor thing, eats those sour vegetables that make his teeth ache all day long.

Doesn't this bitch know that?

The Marquis of Shunyang felt a surge of anger rising to the top of his head.

He immediately turned cold and kicked open Qian's door.

"My lord, what brings you here?"

Qian's smile froze on her face, and she reverted to her usual indifference.

Looking at the table laden with delicacies, Marquis Shunyang's face turned extremely ugly: "How dare you say that? You're hiding here enjoying yourself, have you ever thought about me?!"

"Do you really not care whether your husband has eaten or not?!"

What exactly happened?

Even the Qian family used to care about whether they had eaten.

Are you cold, injured, bumped, or bruised?

But now, when he met her calm, still eyes, the Marquis of Shunyang felt a pang of resentment.

How did she become like this?

Did she really consider him her husband?

"My lord, you haven't come to dine with me for many years. You even told me before that I wouldn't have to wait for you for meals anymore. Have you forgotten all that?"

Marquis Shunyang wanted to refute, but the words caught in his throat.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

He seems to have actually said something like that.

At that time, he disliked Qian's dullness and liked Feng's charm.

But now, Aunt Feng looks unwell and is old and faded. How can she compare to her former self?

As for Ms. Qian... she seems to have become much more refreshed after not seeing her for some time.

Her complexion was gentle, her skin was fair, and she looked as youthful as ever.

What was wrong with him back then?

Can't you see her good qualities?

Marquis Shunyang's gaze fell upon the delicacies on the table. "Won't you invite me to sit down?"

"My lord, you'd better not come to my courtyard. If my sister sees you, she'll get jealous again."

"It is getting late, please return, my lord."

Having said that, before the Marquis of Shunyang could speak, Madam Qian said, "Mama Wei, see the guests out!"

"yes!"

Granny Wei stepped forward respectfully: "My lord, please."

The Marquis of Shunyang felt a breath stuck in his chest, wanting to say something, but Madam Qian had already taken her seat and didn't even give him a glance.

He was so angry that he had no choice but to storm off.

That bitch! How could she treat him like that!

"Madam, the Marquis has left, and he seems very angry." Granny Wei said worriedly, "Madam, what if you fall out of favor because of this? The Marquis has already shown weakness twice these past few days."

Ms. Qian's face remained expressionless: "From the moment he bullied my daughter, I had no intention of making peace."

"Besides, haven't we been doing just fine without him?"

"Mother Wei, for the rest of my life, I don't want to be his appendage anymore."

"I want to live for myself for once."

As Aunt Feng watched as Marquis Shunyang left in a huff, her heart pounded with anxiety.

As a concubine, she would have nothing without the Marquis's favor.

"Aunt Feng, do you think the Marquis is angry with me?" Aunt Feng's face was grim.

But she really did her best.

She originally entered the household without any dowry.

It's true that they've accumulated some private wealth over the years through the Marquis's mansion, but they can't just give it all away, can they?

After all, just a few days ago, Madam Qian had looted most of her valuables.

These days, she values ​​money more than anything else.

After all, money is a good thing.

She married into the Marquis's mansion for immense wealth and status.

Where can I find a place where I get paid to do it?

Granny Feng comforted her, "Don't worry, Aunt. The Marquis has doted on you for many years. How could he abandon you over such a trivial matter?"

"She must have felt that the concubine had been wronged in this matter, which is why she went to the madam to seek justice."

"In the end, it was Madam who went too far. How could she take away all the valuables in the manor? She even cut off the money supply. This is clearly meant to embarrass the Marquis."

"Do you think the Marquis would be willing?"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "She really went too far this time, and it's only right that she incurred the Marquis's resentment."

"After all these years, she still can't learn to back down. Actually, the Marquis still has feelings for her, but she's too stubborn."

"What man doesn't like a gentle, tender woman? Women who are too assertive never end well. They just bring trouble upon themselves."

As soon as Aunt Feng finished speaking, a maid's voice came from the doorway: "Greetings, Lord Marquis."

"Look, isn't the Marquis here?" Granny Feng said with a smile.

Aunt Feng stood up with a smile, just in time to meet the gloomy face of Marquis Shunyang.

"My lord, please sit down. It's so hot outside. What if you catch a heatstroke? I'd be so worried..."

Marquis Shunyang grasped Aunt Feng's hand as she wiped his sweat, his voice muffled: "Little Feng, if only she could be as understanding as you."

Aunt Feng naturally knew who this "she" referred to.

Aunt Feng smiled, "My lord, my sister was just confused for a moment, please don't hold it against her..."

Her voice carried a hint of gentleness, and the Marquis of Shunyang looked at her with nothing but pity.

In the stillness of the night, the candlelight cast long, intertwined shadows of the two figures...