Don't disturb me, I won't be a concubine

Every household was bustling with activity, but the scene in Marquis Zhongjing's mansion was quite different.

With the passing of the old marquis, there is no festive atmosphere in the mansion.

Lu Wenchen followed Zhou into exile in Lingnan, and He received the divorce decree and had no relationship with the Marquis Zhongjing's Mansion anymore.

After Lu Siheng inherited the title of Marquis, he cleaned out the people in the mansion, and now the number of servants left is only a fraction of the original number.

The huge Mansion of Marquis Zhongjing was deserted.

Ruyi was brought here, and she felt sad when she saw the light in the study was still on.

"It's really heartbreaking that the young master doesn't even have someone around him who can talk to him about his inner thoughts."

Lin Zhong, who was standing outside the study, said, "The Marquis has me and you, my aunt, by his side. When he marries a lady and has a son, the Marquis's mansion will be bustling."

"I hope I can see that day." Ruyi knocked on the study door and went in.

Lu Siheng was writing something at his desk, and Ruyi stepped forward and said, "Sir, it's time to go and pay respect to the old Marquis and his wife."

Only then did Lu Siheng raise his head, put down his pen and stood up.

"There is no one in charge in the mansion right now, so I'll have to trouble you, aunt, to take care of it."

"Sir, what are you talking about? I am still in good health and can help you..."

Ruyi wanted to persuade him to get married as soon as possible and find a wife to take care of the affairs of the mansion, but thinking about what had happened not long ago, she swallowed her words.

Lu Siheng came to the ancestral hall and knelt down looking at the tablets of his father and mother.

No one in the Marquis' Mansion could stop him from doing what he wanted, and his biological mother's tablet could finally be placed in the ancestral hall.

He knelt on the ground in silence for a long time before he kowtowed three times.

After coming out of the ancestral hall, he went to the room where Qingyan had lived before her death.

He didn't let anyone touch the things here, sat on the table, and poured two glasses of wine.

"Tian'er, today is New Year's Day, let's have a drink."

Lu Siheng picked up the wine glass and lightly touched the glass on the table, then drank it all in one gulp.

His stomach was empty, and after suddenly downing a glass of cold wine, he couldn't help coughing.

After the coughing stopped, Lu Siheng's eyes became moist. When he raised his eyes, he seemed to see Qingyan sitting next to him, smiling at him like she did when they were in Baihua Tower.

"Don't you blame me?" Lu Siheng asked, "If you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have been involved. You might have redeemed yourself by now, and be with someone you like, living the ordinary life you want."

The light smoke he saw was just smiling, and disappeared when his hand reached out.

Lu Siheng's hands fell weakly on the table, and he lowered his head and suddenly laughed.

The other glass of wine on the table created ripples due to his body shaking.

After laughing, he stood up and left. Only the water droplets on the table knew what he was thinking at that moment.

On the first day after the New Year, Cui Qi Yan came to the Dong family to pay New Year's greetings with some gifts.

He bowed respectfully to Dong Jingtang and Xu Yiwan, "Happy New Year to my uncle and aunt."

"Please stand up and sit down." Dong Jingtang said.

Dong Jialin went to the Jintian Marquis Mansion to pay New Year's greetings, so only Dong Jiafu sat opposite Cui Qiyan.

The parents were standing by, and the two of them looked at each other and then immediately looked away.

Now when Xu Yiwan looked at Cui Qiyan again, she felt that he was pretty good in every way and spoke to him in a gentle voice.

After chatting for a while, Cui Qi Yan had other things to do today and couldn't stay long, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Dong Jingtang and Xu Yiwan did not try to persuade him to stay and let Dong Jiafu see him out.

It snowed last night and the sun shone on the snow, creating tiny stars.

Cui Qiyan stopped and took out a jade hairpin from his arms, "Afu, Happy New Year."

"Is this for me?" Dong Jiafu was surprised.

"Like it?"

The jade hairpin is simple in style, but the jade used is of high quality.

Dong Jiafu nodded, "I like it."

Cui Qiyan raised his hand and put it on her. "You don't usually wear much jewelry. This jade hairpin doesn't look that fancy. It suits you just fine."

"Thank you and Happy New Year." Dong Jiafu looked up at him.

Cui Qi Yan lowered his eyes and saw her watery eyes, her tender and tempting lips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.

But this was in her home, and not far behind her was Xia Zhi, who was looking down at the ground. Cui Qiyan sighed silently and whispered in her ear: "I really want to marry you home soon."

Dong Jiafu's ears felt itchy and her face turned red. She quickly took a step back.

"Let's go. We have to go back and urge my mother to set a date for the wedding." Cui Qi Yan walked forward with resentment.

After seeing Cui Qiyan off, Xia Zhi walked over to Dong Jiafu and whispered, "The prince is so kind to the young lady."

Dong Jiafu smiled and turned around, "If he treats me badly, I can't agree to marry him."

A few days later, Mingxin Teahouse opened for business.

Dong Jialin came back from outside and went to the west wing to find Dong Jiafu. As soon as he entered the door, he said, "Afu, the person behind Mingxiang Teahouse has shown up."

Dong Jiafu put down the medical book in her hand, stood up and went to greet him, "Did Second Brother see that person?"

"No, but he's looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Dong Jiafu was stunned.

"To be more precise, he is looking for you as the 'future guest'," Dong Jialin was angry and amused when he thought of what he heard today, "He said that as long as you are willing to write a storybook for his bookstore, he will give you three times more money than Haolin Bookstore."

Dong Jiafu was happy, "Okay, we are worried that we can't find him. Since he wants to see me so much, I will meet him."

"You want to go in person? How about I find someone to pretend to be you? No one has ever seen the 'future visitor' anyway."

"I want to meet that person in person. Don't worry, brother. I have another idea. Brother, you can quietly ask someone to pass on the message and tell him that the 'future guest' is very interested in this offer. You can write a story for him, but you have to meet him in person to discuss it in detail."

"Will this work?" Dong Jialin hesitated.

"Brother, don't you believe me?"

"No, no, we don't know who the other party is yet. I'm just worried that you might be in danger."

"No, I won't meet him in my true colors."

Dong Jialin was relieved after hearing this, "Okay, I'll do it right away."

Two days later, there was news that Dong Jiafu was invited to meet at Mingxiang Teahouse at 9:00 p.m. the next day.

That day, Dong Jiafu changed into men's clothes, asked Xia Zhi to comb her hair, put on makeup, and even stuck on a mustache.

This took a long time. Dong Jiafu looked at herself in the mirror until she was satisfied before leaving the room.

Dong Jialin had been waiting for her since early in the morning. He was obviously stunned for a moment when he saw her, then he clapped his hands and laughed, "Afu looks like a frustrated scholar dressed like this."

"Since my second brother said so, then my outfit is a success, thanks to our Xia Zhi's skillful hands." Dong Jiafu smiled and her temperament changed again.

Xia Zhi couldn't help but remind him, "Girl, be careful, so as not to be recognized. Try not to laugh, and lower your voice when you speak."

Dong Jiafu listened to the advice, immediately put away her smile, and lowered her voice, "Is that so?"

"The girl has learned it really well."

"Now that everything is ready, let's go." If it weren't for the restrictions of his identity, Dong Jialin would also like to meet that person in person.