SFS Chapter 139 His Way
Chapter 139 His Way
"Three years ago? What three years ago?" Meng shouted.
Feng Jia shook her head: "It doesn't matter anymore."
She took the teacup on the table and wanted to pour a cup of tea, only to find that there was a little bug in the bowl. She seemed to be pleased and curled her lips: "It seems that mother has not been doing well these days."
There was a vicious look in Meng's eyes. She saw that she was in a weak position and those scumbags dared to step on her face. They either withheld her food or denied her water. She had been living a life worse than death for the past seven days, but she could not collapse. Meng reminded herself again and again that as long as the rumors in the capital died down and Xie Qian calmed down, she could go out and continue to be a glorious lady!
As long as she goes out, she still has a way to fight Xie Lanzhao! It's not certain who will win or lose!
"Mother, did you hear that?" Feng Jia suddenly stopped, pointed outside, and smiled.
Meng couldn't help but listen carefully, and she heard some joyful music coming from the suona, which seemed to be coming from not far away.
Which family is holding the wedding?
Meng Shi then realized that Feng Jia was wearing a bright dress today, and even put on red lipstick, looking very happy. She was shocked: "Who is getting married?"
"Didn't father tell you?" Feng Jia seemed to remember something again, "That's right, father has been so busy these past few days that you probably haven't even seen him, so naturally you don't know..."
Before he finished speaking, two figures walked in together.
Jiang had changed from her usual submissive appearance, and now her eyes were filled with hatred. Xie Shubai stood beside her with no emotion on her face.
"Shubai? You, you guys?"
Meng looked at the three people in disbelief. Suddenly, something seemed to hit her brain. The puzzlement she had been unable to understand suddenly became clear. She opened her eyes wide and said, "You are in the same group!"
She looked at Xie Shubai, her face slightly distorted by anger, "This was a trap from the beginning! You pretended to beg my husband to let me go back to the Xie Mansion! Just to get me in the game!"
"And you gave false testimony to give Xie Lanchao an alibi!" Meng pointed at Jiang and said, "All of this was conspired by the three of you to frame me!"
Xie Shubai curled her lips coldly: "Mother, you only see through it now, but it's too late!"
"Why?!" Meng rushed over, but was kicked hard by Xie Shubai. She covered her chest and shouted.
"I thought you already knew the answer," Xie Shubai looked up at the wooden beam above her head and said slowly, "You don't want my daughter, and similarly, I don't want you either."
"Then you will never be able to bring your mother's remains back to the Meng Family Ancestral Hall!"
Xie Shubai started laughing, and tears started to fall from her eyes. "My mother's body? Those cold-blooded people from the Meng family had already burned the body and scattered the ashes!"
"What about you!" She hadn't been back to the Meng family for a few years and didn't know about this. Meng's heart was pounding when she heard this, but she pointed at Jiang and said, "What about you, Jiang? I have no grudge against you! Why did you help them to harm me?"
"I'm avenging my Luan'er! Damn it! Meng Jing, you must die a miserable death! My Luan'er was so young, and you actually drowned him in a pond! You also made me unable to have children! You made the master unable to have a son! Vicious woman! Vicious woman!"
Mrs. Meng smiled and said, "So you know everything? But so what! Do you think you can defeat me with just a bunch of rabble? I am the legitimate daughter of the Earl of Yongyi! When I get out, I will tell my father and mother, and they will not let you go!"
A scoff.
Under Meng's incredulous eyes, Feng Jia slowly said, "Mother, don't you want to know who is arranging the wedding in the mansion? I tell you, it's my third brother."
"According to common sense, Third Brother would not want to marry Xiao Shi so early. Unfortunately, the Third Prince is the master of ceremonies, so Third Brother has to marry her even if he doesn't want to. Not only does he have to marry her, but he has to worship her like a Bodhisattva after she is brought home!" Feng Jia said, "Originally, there is no need to be so anxious. But you also know that a person in mourning cannot marry for three years, so this wedding is so hasty and it is held today."
"Wearing mourning? Why is Zisheng wearing mourning?" Meng was bewildered, with a hint of timidity in her bewilderment.
"Of course it's you, sister-in-law. You're about to die!" Jiang sneered.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Meng took a step back subconsciously, the fear on her face becoming even more intense. "My husband just wants to divorce me, but as long as I go back and beg my father and mother, and they put pressure on my husband, he will definitely not do it! I am still the legitimate mother of this mansion!"
There was another sneer, this time from Xie Shubai: "Because father knew he couldn't divorce you, he wanted to go all out and just kill you."
"To the outside world, we will say that you died of an illness because you couldn't bear the shock of your uncle's death and your blood rushed to your heart!"
As Xie Shubai was speaking, two strong servants rushed in from outside, holding Meng's arms on the left and right. Meng struggled desperately, but to no avail. She could only scream: "Impossible! Your father can't do this to me! I am the legitimate daughter of the Earl of Yongyi! I am wuwu..."
Meng's mouth was forcefully pried open, and Xie Shubai fed her the medicine from the porcelain bottle. In a short while, the woman who had been a powerful figure in the Xie residence all her life rolled her eyes, water flowed from the corners of her mouth, her face flushed, and she kept tearing her clothes, deeply immersed in lust.
Feng Jia smiled coldly: "Mother, you paid a lot of money for this medicine, try it yourself!"
……
In the front hall, happy music played until nightfall, and Xiaoshi was sent to the bridal chamber in a bright red wedding dress.
She wore a red veil and was served attentively by the servants. She stared at the huge oriental pearls on her embroidered shoes, her mouth unable to close with a smile.
Ninth Miss is right. How can marrying a disabled person like Xie Liu be better than marrying Xie San as a concubine?
Although Xie San does not hold an actual official position yet, he has military merits, not to mention that he has a father who is a prime minister with great power. It is only a matter of time before he is granted a title of nobility and appointed as prime minister in the future.
The most important thing...
Xie Siyan basically collapsed as soon as he lay on her body. Young Master Zisheng was much better than that useless guy Xie Siyan. Xiao Shi thought of Xie Zisheng's overly handsome face and how fierce he was that day. Her cheeks secretly blushed and she couldn't even close her legs.
Just as she was daydreaming, the door was kicked open. Xiao Shi screamed in fright, but she didn't dare to lift her headscarf without permission. She could only look out through the gap and saw a leg of the red wedding gown.
She immediately became as soft as water. Before she could even utter the charming words "Third Young Master" she was whipped on the back. The pain made her fall to the ground, unable to get up.
……
In the apricot garden, Feng Jia was reading a letter. Qing Shu undressed her. She couldn't help but smile and blink: "General Shen sent a letter. What did it say? Did it say that he missed Miss Nine?"
Feng Jia tapped Qing Shu's forehead with a finger and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? General Shen already has someone he loves, and we are just friends."
"Ah?" Qingshu shook his head in disappointment. "General Shen already has a lover? Oh, I wonder which girl can catch his eye. However, a woman who can make a man as outstanding as General Shen worry about her must be an outstanding woman!"
Feng Jia ignored her and just turned another page of the letter, frowning slightly.
"What happened?" Qingshu asked.
Feng Jia burned the letter in his hand before the candle, and then slowly said, "The envoy from the Li Dynasty is about to enter the capital."