A concubine enters the mansion? Reborn, three matchmakers and six engagements to marry the Prime Min

Cheng Rujin was stunned by his question. She knew that Shen Zhao still had Su Qingyu in his heart. She was in Shen Zhao's study a few days ago and saw the portrait he drew for her.

As for whether Su Qingyu still had him in her heart, Cheng Rujin couldn't help but find it funny.

After marrying the third master, he still misses Shen Zhao. How blind is this person.

But what Su Qingyu thinks is not important. What is important is what Shen Zhao wants to hear.

"Brother Shen Zhao, have you ever heard of this sentence? Love breeds hatred."

"If my cousin doesn't have you in mind, why would she be so harsh with you?"

"If she didn't have you in her heart, she would never have dealt with you so harshly. Even if we suddenly developed feelings for each other, with my status, I would be treated as a concubine at most. But look at my cousin's reaction, it's clear that You can’t accept having someone else around you.”

"If you put this in a family like ours, you might say it's because of jealousy. But I don't think so. You can only be jealous if you have that person in your heart, right?"

The more Cheng Rujin talked, the more he felt that was the case. Otherwise, it makes no sense how to explain Su Qingyu's hatred for Shen Zhao.

"Brother Shen Zhao, do you think she had such a big reaction today because she saw your wedding?"

Shen Zhao's eyes moved slightly, is that so?

The pain in his arm prevented him from concentrating on thinking. One moment it was the sound he heard in the west courtyard yesterday, and the next moment it was Su Qingyu's determination today.

He didn't believe Cheng Rujin's words.

"Rujin, do you think that if my third uncle saw with his own eyes that she still had feelings for me, would he still dote on her like this?"

According to Third Uncle's temperament, Su Qingyu might not be able to survive or die.

When he thought that Su Qingyu would be beaten, scolded, disgusted, and even insulted by Shen Zhixiu, Shen Zhao's deep eyes unconsciously flashed with a dark light.

Cheng Rujin was stunned again when he asked.

"If the third master knew about it, would he divorce his wife? Even if he didn't divorce his wife, she would definitely not be as prosperous at home as she is today."

As the carriage passed by the entrance of Guangfu Tower, Shen Zhao suddenly said in a quiet voice: "The Minister of War, Yang Wenshi, will entertain my third uncle here in the future."

Cheng Rujin didn't know how he knew Shen Zhixiu's whereabouts, but he was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, he followed Shen Zhao's wishes and said, "My cousin probably won't come out."

At least she couldn't call out Su Qingyu, who was very wary of her now.

Shen Zhao put his uninjured arm around Cheng Rujin's shoulder, "It all depends on people. Don't worry, Rujin, I won't give a second glance to someone that Third Uncle doesn't want."

"I'm just not willing to accept it. How come she and my third uncle are harmonious as a couple and have ruined our reputations?"

"From now on, the two of us will depend on each other, and I will only deal with Li Chaoyun at home. The two of us are the ones who really want to stay together."

Cheng Rujin pressed her face against Shen Zhao's chest, "Don't worry, I will help you. The two of us will watch her fall into the dust together."

Shen Zhao hugged Cheng Rujin, his eyes dark and sinister beneath his brows furrowed in severe pain.

Su Qingyu didn't know yet that she was being "thought about" by these two people.

After leaving Hanshui Courtyard, she went straight to the sewing room. It was obvious that Shen Zhao had done this on purpose.

Mrs. Qian, who worked on the needlework before, was Yang's confidant. After being punished by the old lady last time, Yang promoted another person.

This woman's husband's family name is Ma, and everyone in the house calls her Mrs. Ma.

Boss Ma is in the outer courtyard, in charge of the old lady's two dowry farms. Therefore, Mr. Ma's family can be regarded as being backed by Qingyuanju.

Yang promoted her to be in charge of oily needlework because she was afraid that the old lady would find any faults again.

But Yang was a little careless. Although the Ma family was backed by Qingyuanju, they had never been promoted to the chief steward because they were a little confused about everything.

So Yang put her in this position to ease the old lady's heart, but it also harmed her.

Su Qingyu entered the sewing room and sat down at the top of the hall. After getting the news, Mr. Ma trotted in.

"Why are the Third Madam here in person? If you have any orders, please send someone to tell me. I will go to you personally."

An honest face was filled with a flattering smile.

Su Qingyu was holding a white porcelain tea cup in her hand. When she saw Mr. Ma's family coming in, she dropped the tea cup heavily on the table. The tea cup and lid made a crisp collision sound, which scared everyone in Mr. Ma's mind and shuddered subconsciously.

"How come the bed curtains for the eldest young master's wedding room can be embroidered in the wrong way? How did you do it?"

Su Qingyu looked at Mr. Ma's house with cold eyes. Seeing that she looked flustered and confused, she made a guess in her mind.

"To answer Third Madam's question, that was a mistake made when Mrs. Qian was here. I have already ordered my servants to embroider it again."

Su Qingyu turned to Zhenzhu, "Go and call all the embroiderers on the needlework. I want to ask questions."

Mr. Ma was startled, "Third Madam, if you have anything to say, just ask me."

Su Qingyu didn't say anything, and Feicui scolded her, "You old pious woman, don't rely on your old age. If the third lady wants to ask questions, she has her own reasons. You have no right to interrupt."

"This old slave talks too much. Please calm down, Madam Three." Mr. Ma stood aside, his body swaying unconsciously.

Not long after, more than a dozen embroiderers filed into the sewing room.

Su Qingyu looked at them intently, "I'm just going to ask this once, is it true that the bed curtains in the eldest young master's wedding room are embroidered in the wrong way?"

"The first person to tell the truth will be the steward of this sewing room."

As soon as Su Qingyu finished speaking, a woman in her thirties standing next to her stepped forward.

"As far as the Third Madam is concerned, she was right the way she was before. She was hidden by our steward."

Su Qingyu nodded with satisfaction, "What's your name? Where is the embroidered bed curtain?"

"Slave Chun Niang, the embroidered bed curtain is in the warehouse where the materials are stored."

Su Qingyu told Pearl, "Go and lead someone to find it."

Then he said: "From now on, Chun Niang will be in charge of this sewing room."

The others looked at each other, regretting why they didn't speak earlier and let Chun Niang take the lead.

Mr. Ma fell to his knees on the ground, "Third Madam, don't listen to this little bitch's nonsense, I may have remembered it wrong."

"The old slave has just taken over this sewing room, so it is possible that he was negligent."

Su Qingyu looked at her coldly and said nothing. When Pearl brought the embroidered Hundred Sons and Thousands of Suns Dahong bed curtain, Su Qingyu opened her mouth to ask.

"Aren't you telling the truth? What's going on?"

"If I hear another lie, I will kill you with a stick immediately."

"Since I got married and became a housekeeper, I have never been soft-hearted. If you don't believe me, just give it a try."