Wei Changying had left Xianshuang Court after practicing boxing. Zhu Lan came up to her when she was walking the short dozens of steps from the courtyard gate to the front of the house, and articulated Wei Gaochan's reason of visiting her.The maidservants were at first surprised to see Wei Changying, but then they were overjoyed!Everyone was wondering that since Wei Changying and Wei Gaochan had no enmity in the past, how come Wei Changying was so glad to hear about the unforeseen upheaval in her cousin's marriage? Even Wei Changying herself had realized this, and she tried to hide her happiness. After entering the gate, Wei Gaochan had only spoken a few words to Mrs. Duan, and Wei Changying already promised to help them.And then after sending her grateful cousin away, Wei Changying hurriedly took a bath and got dressed. She then rushed to see Old Madam Song and asked rightfully to go to Wei Huan's study with Wei Changfeng so as to observe t

Although Old Madam Song decided to win over Mo Binwei for his beloved lineal grandson, things were not as smooth as she thought. Due to the carefulness of Lv Zifang, no one knew whether Mo Binwei was dead or alive, let alone where he was. Besides, there were some changes in dealing with Song Han and Song Duan."Although Xinping is only my cousin, they are just two collateral branches. I will write a letter to him. I don't think he is too old and confused to protect them. They cheated the lineal daughter of the clan of our Wei Family for marriage. If Xinping wants to speak for them, what situation would he put Zaishui in?" Old Madam Song asked with surprise, "Why can't they get punished?"Wei Huan's complexion was awful. He said two words slightly, "Zhiben Hall!"Old Madam Song's expression became cautious immediately, "What else did they do?""Weiqi reported the news of victory to His Majesty." Wei Huan said disappointedly, "In rec

Song Zaishui was a prudent person. Although she was pinching Wei Changying's ear and was scolding her, she knew how far to go. She was not pinching too tight, so she wouldn't hurt Wei Changying. However, she had underestimated Wei Changying's shamelessness. How could Miss Wei let go of such an opportunity? As Song Zaishui was pulling her ear, Wei Changying deliberately fell into her arms!Song Zaishui was frightened. She immediately stood up and screamed after a short freeze. She let go of Wei Changying's ear and held Wei Changying as she asked, "You? You? What's the matter?""Miss Wei!" said the maidservants as they helped the beloved Wei Changying sit on the couch. They massaged her back, served her a cup of water and served her to lie down. Just as they were hesitating whether they should ask Song Zaishui to call a doctor, Wei Changying, who was pretending faint, opened her eyes. Song Zaishui was worried about her and asked softly, "My good Changying, wh

Wei Changying was silent for a long time before she said, "I just don't like it.""But it's not up to you." If it were normal times, Madam Song would never say such cruel words. But now she must say it. If she didn't break the usual way of thinking of her daughter and just let her meet Shen Zhou, Wei Changying might be able to be perfunctory. But if she let her marry into the Shen Family with such an idea, it would be harmful to her. Madam Song endured her heartache and said indifferently, "You only see the majesty and insistency in her decision that even your grandfather has to yield to her today. But you did not see your grandmother's forbearance and filial piety in front of your great-grandmother. And the times your grandmother wept privately holding the swaddling clothes left by your uncles. Moreover, you did not see the frustration and the sadness of your grandmother when your cousin Changyun and Changsui were born but the eldest branch still had no children. Addit

Wei Boyu, who had devoted his whole life to cursive script, could stand the coldness and solitude of living on Little Bamboo Hill for decades, so he didn't have a gorgeous inner room. These three yellow mud huts were simple and crude. He was not one of those arty-crafty people who showed people the shabby outlook of their huts but decorated their inner rooms beautifully.After Wei Boyu died, the Wei Family took back Little Bamboo Hill and the hut. They didn't add much decoration to it. Every small thing was the same as it was when Wei Boyu lived here and remained unchanged for a hundred years.After coming in, they saw the mud floor and the cob walls. In the main hall, although there were several couches and a desk made from rock wood, a good material, the style was very simple. Obviously, the craftsman hired at that time was average, so it was plain and without decoration.In several places, the paint color fell off and there were obvious trac