New widow

The concubine was crying hard. When she heard Mrs. Huang's words, she raised her head and looked at Mrs. Huang: "Madam, can she afford it? She just entered the door yesterday. Who knows if she has consummated her marriage with the master, and she dares to do it here?" Our Lord.”

"Auntie, please be careful what you say." Madam Huang could only stop her. She smoothed her hair that was messed up from crying, stood up and patted her belly: "I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm pregnant. Originally, I was worried about telling you early. Someone will be plotting against me, and now that the master is gone, I should plan for myself."

As soon as these three words were spoken, everyone in the mourning hall was stunned. The concubine sneered: "Every son in my belly is the master of the Duke's mansion. Why don't you hurry up and bring me a chair?" , let me sit on it."

At this time, Su Qiao also understood that it was a lie that this concubine came to cry for Song An, but it was true that she wanted to use this to fight for power. After all, Su Qiao's footing was not stable. If this concubine fights like this, when the child is born in the future, whether it is a boy or a boy, Female, she can compete with Suqiao.

"Madam Huang." Song Zhen called out. Seeing the chaos in the mourning hall, Madam Huang already felt a headache. At this time, hearing Song Zhen's call, Madam Huang stepped forward and said, "Miss, what are your orders?"

"I don't know what the rules are in this house, so I want you to explain them to me." As soon as Song Zhen finished speaking, the concubine who was still making trouble stood there in a daze.

Madam Huang had already responded softly and told Song Zhen: "There are strict rules in the house. Although when the Duke of Guo was alive, whoever he liked would have more face, but no matter how great the face is, it can't compete with the status."

Mrs. Huang bit the word "name" very hard. Song Zhen nodded and continued to ask: "Then according to the rules of the house?"

Ju, how should I raise this child of a concubine? "

"You, where did you come from, how dare you say that!" The concubine said and was about to come over and grab Song Zhen's face. Aunt Wu stood behind her and gently held her hand: "Aunt Su, please be careful. , it would be serious if it hurts the child in the belly."

Hearing what Aunt Wu said, Aunt Su reached out and covered her belly. The most important thing now was the child in her belly. As for Song Zhen, she had plenty of opportunities to take care of it.

Seeing that the concubine sat down angrily, Mrs. Huang continued: "Young lady has been living outside for a long time. I don't know that in a family like ours, no matter who gave birth to her, she must first recognize her aunt, her biological mother, and only I can call you aunt."

"So, if this aunt gives birth to a son, he will also be the wife's child?" Song Zhen nodded deliberately and asked with a smile.

"Of course." As soon as Mrs. Huang finished saying these words, Aunt Su wanted to jump up again: "What kind of madam? I just came in yesterday. I'm afraid the room is not even round. How can I be called a madam, okay? , still have to be..."

"Who is talking nonsense here?" A loud shout came from outside the mourning hall, and then a middle-aged woman walked in surrounded by people. Seeing this woman, Suqiao stepped forward and saluted her: "Mother is here, I am Should……"

This woman is Mr. Kuang’s wife, Mrs. Kuang Li. No matter how much Li dislikes Suqiao, she still has to fight for Suqiao’s status in front of everyone. After all, Suqiao belongs to the Kuang family. daughter.

Accompanying Mrs. Li, in addition to Mrs. Song, there was also Song An's biological sister-in-law, Mrs. Song Wu. The descendants of the British Duke's family were very few, and Song An only had one biological brother.

Unfortunately, Mr. Song Wu died before he was thirty, leaving behind an eight-year-old daughter. After Ms. Song got married, Mrs. Song Wu lived in the nunnery all year round and never returned to her British residence except during the New Year. Mansion.