Early the next day, it was originally the time for Mingzhu to offer tea to the elders in the family and the main wife of the family, but An You and Mingzhu both slept until almost noon, leaving the old madame and Ning Shu to wait in the main hall for a long time.

  Ning Shu didn’t really care about this, but the old madame’s facial color was very bad as she gripped her crutch. In the end, she consoled Ning Shu, saying, “Since she doesn’t want to go through this ritual, then just forget it. Her status will only be acknowledged once you, the main wife, drinks her tea, but since she herself doesn’t care, there’s no need for us to bother.”


  Ning Shu nodded.

  An Lingyun was already starving and she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Mother, why don’t I get someone to call Father?”


  Ning Shu looked towards the old madame and the old madame had her personal maid go call them.

  It took quite a while for An You and Mingzhu to finally come. The moment Mingzhu entered the room, she saw that everyone was looking at her so her face flushed beautifully.

  Meanwhile, Ning Shu took note of An You’s slightly yellow face and smiled meaningfully.

  “Mother, sorry, I’ve made everyone wait. You all still have not eaten yet, right? Let’s eat, let’s eat.” An You was a bridegroom last night, so his complexion was glowing. Although that was the case, Ning Shu was still able to see that his facial color was tinged slightly yellow.

  “Father, don’t you know that everyone was waiting for you two for a really long time?” An Lingyun pouted as she grumbled.

  An You doted on this daughter quite a bit, so when he heard this, he didn’t say anything. However, at the side, Mingzhu immediately knelt down to An Lingyun and said, “Lingyun, this is all because of me. I was a little tired this morning so I slept for a little longer. I’m sorry.”


  An Lingyun’s facial color instantly worsened. “Get up, don’t kneel.”


  “It was my mistake. I was the one that made everyone wait, I apologize. Can you forgive me?” Mingzhu looked towards An Lingyun as if she was waiting for An Lingyun’s forgiveness and would not get up before getting it.

  An Lingyun: …


  “Lingyun, you’re so kindhearted, so please forgive me,” said Mingzhu.

  An Lingyun was about to die from fury. Mingzhu was clearly the one that came late, but now if she didn’t forgive her, she was the one that was being mean?

  Ning Shu inwardly laughed without any restraint. Some things, a person would only understand when it happened to them. Mingzhu had been like this in the original storyline as well. She treated her knees like they were made of iron and dropped to her knees for every little thing. After she squeezed out a couple drops of cat pee, everyone ended up on her side and blamed the original host for everything.

  Now that this scenario was happening to An Lingyun, how would An Lingyun feel?

  Probably not too happy.

  Although Mingzhu was simple, she could sense when people disliked her. In this room, An Lingyun was the first to speak. Mingzhu sensed that An Lingyun disliked her, so she did this out of instinct.

  She instinctively tried to use the power of the surrounding people to help herself get out of this tricky situation.

  So now, An Lingyun was the one being targeted.

  Ning Shu just stood at the side without speaking and watched.

  “Lingyun, please forgive me,” said Mingzhu again towards An Lingyun.

  An You pulled Mingzhu up from the ground and said to An Lingyun, “This was my idea, so don’t blame Mingzhu. Mingzhu is also your mother, so be more respectful towards her.”


  Mother? My mother’s Wei Lingxian. When the fudge did a mistress also become my mother? An Lingyun was suffocating from anger. When she saw that her father was so protective of Mingzhu, she felt even more envious and angry.

  “Lingyun and I are friends, so there’s no need to call me mother.” Mingzhu hastily waved her hand dismissively.

  An Lingyun became even more furious. The frick? A good friend stole my father? In any case, currently An Lingyun felt like there was something disgusting stuck in her mouth but she couldn’t spit it out. It was such an unpleasant feeling.

  “Lingyun, it’s quite late, so have the food be brought up. Everyone’s hungry,” said Ning Shu to An Lingyun.

  An Lingyun pouted very unhappily as she had the servants bring up the food.

  This was Mingzhu’s first meal in the general’s residence as a mistress, so based on customs, she should’ve attended to the entire table as they ate. Mistresses, in plain terms, were just servants.

  However, Mingzhu sat down next to An You and sweetly helped him get food.