The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a few days.

Although Princess Fuhua no longer likes her daughter-in-law Zhou Zhaoru, she is still the wife of the Marquis of Anyuan, the original wife of Ming Yuandu, and is in charge of the household affairs.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was still organized by her.

Princess Fuhua didn't say anything either.

She is old, but she still hopes that her family can live in peace and happiness. She doesn't want to be the annoying and troublesome mother-in-law.

As long as Zhou Zhaoru doesn't cause any more trouble, she will naturally not do anything.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion, so a family dinner is held.

This was also the first reunion dinner in the Anyuan Marquis Mansion in the past ten years. Zhou Zhaoru, Ye Xi and Yao Qianyun started getting busy early in the morning.

The whole house needs to be cleaned.

Families that are close to each other should give gifts.

The family dinner in the evening still needs to be arranged.

This morning, each room began to get busy. Even Ming Yuanan, the third master of the Ming Dynasty who had been fooling around outside, rushed back yesterday and brought back the painting that he had specially gone to the neighboring town to buy for Princess Fuhua.

As to whether he was outside recently to buy paintings or for some other purpose, it is unknown.

No matter how much Princess Fuhua loved painting, she couldn't stand his dissolute way of living.

When he saw Ming Yuanan, he couldn't help but say to him: "I never compare you with your elder brother and second brother, but you should at least be honest and do your duty! Your elder brother and second brother have their own things to do. I don't expect you to revive the family and bring glory to your ancestors, but you have to take care of the things outside the mansion."

"Look at you. I let you manage a few shops and farms, but you asked your second brother to help you so much!"

Princess Fuhua became angrier and angrier as she spoke.

Ming Yuanan is thirty-six years old this year.

The Ming family all have good looks. Ming Yuanan, like his two brothers, is born with handsome features, thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Because Ming Yuanan had nothing serious to do all day, he didn't have to suffer the hardship of getting up early and going to bed late every day. He was also a few years younger, so he seemed to be more pampered than his two brothers.

But his figure is not as good as his two brothers.

Although he was tall, he also looked a little fat. He had a half-finger-sized leather belt tied around his waist over his royal blue clothes with a round blessing pattern, which made his slightly plump figure appear prominent.

He seldom listens to anyone.

If it were Ming Yuandu, Ming Yuanan would definitely yell at him.

But the one who said this now was his mother.

Although Ming Yuanan was a bastard, he was still somewhat filial. He buried his head and listened, occasionally saying "I know", "I will change", "Mom, please don't ruin your health for me. If you get angry and ruin your health, it will be my fault"...

The attitude should be as correct as possible.

But if it doesn’t go in one ear and out the other, I don’t know.

Ming Yuanan's eyes lit up as he caught a glimpse of a purple-robed girl coming in from behind him. He immediately shouted, "My dear niece, you are finally back. Come and have a good talk with your grandmother. I'm going to get busy now."

"Mom, I'm going to go outside to see if my second brother needs any help. I'll come with him later!"

Ming Yuanan said this and hurriedly said goodbye to Princess Fuhua without waiting for Ming Jin to greet him.

It was obvious that he couldn't bear the scolding and ran away.

"What a bastard!"

Princess Fuhua looked at his fast-running figure and slammed the table in anger.

Ming Jin walked forward and comforted the old man softly: "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, a great day, please don't be angry with your uncle."

"This bastard has been a bad boy since he was young. He runs away when I say a few words to him and never listens to me. I really..."

Princess Fuhua sighed and said nothing more.

Mingjin handed the teacup to the person.

Princess Fuhua reached out to take it, but didn't drink it.

She held the bowl of tea and sighed, "Sometimes I feel like a real failure."

Ming Jin was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Princess Fuhua looked at the evergreen tree in the yard, which she and her husband had planted the year she married into the Anyuan Marquis's Mansion.

Time flies by.

In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed.

Princess Fuhua was silent for a long time before she looked at the tree and said, "I only have your father and your third uncle. When your father was very young, I sent him to my mother's home."

Mingjin knew about this.

Her father grew up in a Zhuang family in the northwest.

The Zhuang family made their fortune by raising horses, and later they organized an army of Zhuang family soldiers, making great contributions to the founding of Daqian. Unfortunately, the Zhuang family had few descendants, and her great-grandfather only had one child, her grandmother.

"After your great-grandfather passed away, the Zhuang family was no longer as prosperous as before. There was no proper Zhuang family bloodline, and it was managed by people from other families. They wanted me to adopt your father to the Zhuang family so that he could take over the Zhuang family and the military camp in the northwest."

"Your father is the first child of your grandfather and I. Your grandfather and I naturally did not want your father to be adopted like this, but the Zhuang family was also in a mess at that time."

"You haven't been there, so you don't know that people there value bloodline and inheritance."

"If they had the blood of the Zhuang family, they wouldn't make trouble. But if they didn't have the blood of the Zhuang family, then naturally no one would submit to anyone else."

"I don't want the business your grandfather built to be lost, and I can't bear to see your great-grandfather's uncles quarreling and hurting each other. In the end, I nodded and agreed. There is only one thing: your father still has to have the surname Ming, and he has to come back to take over the Anyuan Marquisate when he grows up."

“Although they were dissatisfied, they didn’t say anything.”

"That's how it was settled. Your father was only five years old when he was sent to the northwest by me and your grandfather. For more than ten years after that, we could only see your father during the New Year holidays."

As Princess Fuhua was talking, she felt a dull pain in her chest.

My eye sockets also felt a little sore.

"Your father is a filial and obedient person. For so many years, he did whatever your grandfather and I told him to do, just like your eldest brother. But I know that he has always hated me in his heart. He hated me when he was five years old, and when he was eighteen years old..."

Ming Jin had been holding the old man's hand in a comforting manner, but when he heard this, he looked puzzled: "Eighteen years old?"

He was sent to the Zhuang family when he was five, so what happened when he was eighteen? According to his age, he should have just married Zhou Zhaoru, right?

Princess Fuhua was originally talking about the past in a daze.

After hearing Ming Jin's question, she reacted and stopped talking: "Look at me, why am I telling you all this? It's been so many years, such a good time, I won't talk about it anymore, I won't talk about it anymore."

Princess Fuhua held a handkerchief, lowered her head, and wiped away the tears that had just oozed from the corners of her eyes.

Mingjin didn't ask any further questions.

Only after the old woman wiped the tears from her eyes did she say to the old man beside her seriously: "Don't be afraid, grandma. No matter what happens, I will always be with you."

Princess Fuhua paused as she wiped away her tears.

She looked over and saw the beautiful face of a young girl. The girl in purple was looking at her without blinking.

Princess Fuhua felt warm in her heart. Just as she was about to speak, Mingjin said, "Not only me, but also my second uncle, second aunt, and second brother. They will also accompany you and take care of you."

"So you don't have to be afraid. It's okay even if you get old. You took care of me when I was a child, and now it's my turn to take care of you. Now that I'm grown up, I can take care of you."

When Princess Fuhua heard this, her eyes suddenly became sore again.

This time she couldn't hold it back, and tears rolled down from her eyes again.

But this time the tears were tears of joy.

Princess Fuhua looked at Mingjin and nodded with tears in her eyes, saying, "Grandma, don't be afraid. I still have you and your second uncle."

It's funny to say.

She has two sons, one is respectful and distant, and the other just plays all day long. But the child who is not related to her by blood is more obedient and filial than anyone else.

It can be seen that in this world, feelings are not entirely based on blood ties.

Princess Fuhua looked at Mingjin, and her desire to match her eldest son and Yanyan gradually faded.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so let them have their own blessings.

"Grandma, Xiaoyan, look what delicious food I brought you!" Outside, Ming Jingting walked in with a smile, carrying a brocade box.

When he came in and saw that the two people looked a little strange, he couldn't help but stop.

"What's going on?" he asked in surprise.

Mingjin called out "Second Brother" and said nothing else.

Princess Fuhua would not say these words to her grandson. Upon hearing this, she just smiled and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing, why are you crying?" Ming Jingting frowned, with worry on his face.

"Why else? You and your eldest brother are already grown up, and as a grandmother, I am naturally very worried."

"Your aunt is already planning your eldest brother's marriage, what about you?"

"Your mother told me that every time she talked to you about getting married, you would just change the subject."

Princess Fuhua was originally looking for a topic, but as she spoke, she became serious.

He glared at Ming Jingting and said, "When are you going to get married? When your father was your age, he already had you!"

Ming Jingting never expected that his concern would make him get into trouble.

He complained bitterly.

Especially when he saw Ming Jin still laughing, Ming Jingting was both angry and amused: "Xiao Yan'er, are you kidding me to make fun of your second brother? Why don't you help me!"

Ming Jin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I won't help you. I am also waiting to see my second sister-in-law. Second brother, please find me a second sister-in-law as soon as possible and bring her home."

"You little Yan'er, now you have learned to laugh at your second brother. Wait and see how I will deal with you!"

After he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was going to give her a good beating.

Ming Jin also smiled and hid behind Princess Fuhua: "Grandma, save me!"

The cousins ​​here were laughing and joking.

Cuiwei came over with some fresh fruits and saw Ming Jingheng standing outside, staring blankly inside.

"Prince?"

Cuiwei walked over and bowed, then asked curiously, "Why don't you go in?"

Ming Jingheng came back to his senses when he heard her voice. He uttered a soft "ah" and then said with a pale face, "No, I remembered that there are some things I haven't finished. I'll come back later."

He was about to turn around after he finished speaking.

Before leaving, he thought of something and told Cuiwei, "Don't tell grandma that I was here."

After he said that, he left quickly.

Cuiwei frowned slightly as she watched him leave in a panic.