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

Yansi Zhai was already full of people at this time.

Princess Fuhua is still on the way, and now everyone in the mansion still respects Anyuan Marquis's wife Zhou Zhaoru.

She sat in the main seat.

Sitting at the top left and right below were Ye Xi from the second house, and Yao Qianyun from the third house.

Princess Fuhua gave birth to two sons. The eldest son, Marquis of Anyuan, was named Mingyuandu, and now he is a third-rank vice minister of the Ministry of War. The third son, Mingyuanan, was only a juren, uneducated and unskilled, and now he is still a leisurely person. Every day he spends time drinking tea, playing with birds and fishing with a group of people. He lives a very happy life.

Among them, the second son was born out of wedlock.

He was born to a lady-in-waiting of Princess Fuhua, so he could be called the son of a noble concubine.

In her early years, this concubine passed away after giving birth to the Second Master Ming Yuandao. Therefore, although the Second Master Ming was born out of wedlock, he was raised by Princess Fuhua since childhood.

He now serves as the Left Censor-in-Chief, a fourth-rank official in the Censorate.

Although he was a concubine's son, he was more filial to Princess Fuhua than the two legitimate sons, Marquis Anyuan and Master Ming San.

In recent years, Princess Fuhua has been living in Laojun Mountain and doesn't like to come back during the holidays. Every year during the ten-day holiday, Master Ming would take his wife and children to Laojun Mountain to spend the New Year with Princess Fuhua.

After Ye Xi and Yao Qianyun came a group of younger generations of the Ming family, arranged according to their status and legitimate status.

Sitting next to Ye Xi were the two illegitimate daughters and the young master of the eldest house.

The fifth young lady, Ming Sheng, is the daughter of Aunt Chen. She is seventeen years old this year. She is introverted and taciturn.

The eighth young master, Ming Jinghuai, is the son of Concubine Xu. He is twelve years old this year. He is smart and clever. At this moment, he is also sitting quietly.

On Yao Qianyun's side, there is the fourth daughter Mingrong, the daughter of the third concubine Yu. She is seventeen years old this year and has inherited the bright and beautiful looks of concubine Yu.

There is also the ninth young master, Ming Jingxiao, who is only eight years old this year.

The other concubines sat at the back, with servants and maids waiting on both sides.

The room was full, and if we counted them, there were at least twenty people, not counting those serving outside.

Mingyao is not here today.

She was resting in the house while sick. As for whether the illness was real or fake, no one knew.

Even if you are not sick.

It is not appropriate for her to appear in such an occasion.

As for the Crown Prince Ming Jingheng, the Second Young Master Ming Jingting, and the Seventh Young Master Ming Jingrang, they all had things to do and were not at home.

Ming Jingheng has now joined the Yulin Guard and is on duty today, so he cannot leave the palace; the other two are studying in the Imperial Academy and it is not time for them to take a vacation yet.

Ming Jingheng is Ming Jin's elder brother and the prince of Anyuan Marquis's Mansion.

Ming Jingting was born to the second son Ye Xi.

As for Ming Jingrang, he and Ming Jin are twins, a boy and a girl. Because Ming Jingrang was born later than Ming Jin, he is younger than Ming Jin in rank.

Compared to the quietness of the eldest house, the brother and sister in the third house seemed a little noisy.

But Mingrong is older after all, and even though she is unhappy about having to wait so long, she knows she has to endure it. It’s just that her expression doesn’t look very good.

As for the eight-year-old Ming Jingxiao, he obviously couldn't care less.

The third house had no legitimate son, and all the children were born to Concubine Yu. As a result, although Ming Jingxiao was a bastard's son, he was not as well-behaved as Ming Jinghuai from the eldest house.

He was arrogant and overbearing by nature. He relied on his young age to bully others and act recklessly every day.

Children of his age were the most mischievous. He never kept quiet even during class, even under the teacher's nose.

Even though Aunt Yu had reminded him today, how could he care?

After sitting for a while, the butt starts to move around, as if trying to get down.

Fortunately, the wet nurse behind him was quick-witted and quick-handed, and whenever Ming Jingxiao was about to go down, she would immediately reach out and hold him down.

At the beginning, Ming Jingxiao thought it was fun and made such a noise on purpose to get his nanny to play with him.

But after so many times, he became impatient. When he was stopped again, he shouted angrily: "I want to go down, I want to go down!"

As he said this, he turned around and bit the wet nurse behind him.

The child had sharp teeth and no sense of restraint, and the bite made the mother scream.

Aunt Yu was originally sitting in the back, and she was a little worried that her little devil would cause trouble. She was not afraid of her mistress because she knew that Yao Qianyun was not favored, but if she offended the marquis' wife above...

Aunt Yu's expression changed slightly.

"What's the ghost's name?"

Aunt Yu scolded the mother in a low voice, then reached out and held Ming Jingxiao in her arms, and told him to be good and she would go back and give him some milk cake.

Yao Qianyun never said anything about what happened here from beginning to end. She was holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand and fiddling with them with her eyes closed.

It was as if she heard nothing.

However, Zhou Zhaoru, who had been in a trance just now, was finally awakened by the noise here.

She frowned.

Looking down, Aunt Yu was coaxing Ming Jingxiao, but Ming Jingxiao still looked unwilling to listen and was struggling to get down.

Zhou Zhaoru, who was already uneasy, became even more upset when he saw this scene: "Has the trouble been enough?"

She shouted angrily.

Children also know how to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Know who you can offend and who you cannot offend.

Now, even Ming Jingxiao didn't dare to make a fuss anymore. He pursed his lips in grievance and buried his face in Aunt Yu's arms.

Zhou Zhaoru became even more displeased when he saw this scene.

Boys and girls are not allowed to sit at the same table after the age of seven. The illegitimate son of the third room is eight years old this year, but he still wants to be held all day long and buries his face in the arms of a concubine.

If this happened on an ordinary day, Zhou Zhaoru would see it.

Zhou Zhaoru was sure to say something, but today, she herself was in a mess, and seeing that things had calmed down over there, she no longer cared about the mother and son.

He just looked at Yao Qianyun unhappily.

Her sister-in-law is the same. As the original wife, she can't even control a concubine and a concubine's son. All she does every day is eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures, just like a nun.

But Yao Qianyun kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, looking like an old monk in meditation.

Zhou Zhaoru's glance was in vain.

"Why hasn't he come yet?" Zhou Zhaoru looked outside again, her face full of anxiety and her hands clasped together nervously.

Ye Xi had not spoken before, but now he said in a soft voice, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. I just came to tell you. Judging from the pace, they should be here soon."

But Zhou Zhaoru still looked anxious.

This anxiety was not only due to her anxiety to see the child, but also because of another reason... She actually didn't know how to face the child.

Her condition has improved a lot now, and she is not as confused as before.

She also knew that Yaoyao was no longer her child.

But the ten years of companionship were not fake. If that child had not appeared, she would treat Yaoyao as her own child for the rest of her life and love her well.

But now the child is back, her child is coming back soon!

She should be happy.

How could she not be happy that the child she had carried for ten months and gave birth to was able to return safely? But she didn't know how to explain to her what happened in the mansion, and didn't know how to tell her about Yaoyao's existence.

Will she blame her? Will she hate her?

Zhou Zhaoru didn't know anything about these things and couldn't think of a solution, so she was worried and anxious, not knowing what to do.

Everyone present knew what Zhou Zhaoru was thinking because of the ugly expression on his face, but no one spoke up.

It was Zhou Zhaoru's personal maid Jingyue who gently advised her, "Madam, don't worry. Didn't you tell Madam Zhou and the others when you left? And the girl has been kind since she was young. She will definitely understand you."

"You are talking about Yao..."

Subconsciously, I wanted to say Yaoyao, but for some reason, I suddenly frowned and stopped talking.

When the word Yaoyao came out of his mouth, he didn't know who he was calling for a moment. In the end, Zhou Zhaoru still called that nickname: "Yanyan has been kind since she was a child. She will definitely forgive me and forgive us."

She kept repeating these words over and over again, as if to encourage herself.

But in fact, she couldn't remember Yanyan's appearance very clearly. In her memory, the little girl who always wore a red dress, had double spiral buns, and loved to run and laugh, her face had long become unclear.

Instead, it was replaced by Mingyao's beautiful face.

It was her mother who called her over and over again, and the way she spoke softly and gently.

The Yaoyao in her heart had already become Mingyao, the person who had been with her for ten years...

When Zhou Zhaoru thought of this, he felt a little uneasy and guilty.

She knew this was wrong, so she quickly shook her head, trying to kick the memory and appearance of Mingyao out of her mind.

She tried her best to recall the child she was when she was little, the child who always called her "Mom" with sweetness and laughter.

"Madam, here she comes, the girl is back!"

Suddenly someone ran in from outside, shouting breathlessly.

Zhou Zhaoru stood up almost immediately, let go of her hand, and strode out.

When the others saw her like this, they looked at each other and followed her. Even Yao Qianyun, who had kept his eyes closed and remained silent, finally opened his eyes.

Look at this crowd of people.

Looking at Zhou Zhaoru's anxious look as he strode forward, a hint of sarcasm flashed in Yao Qianyun's eyes.

What kind of mother is she who can mistake her own daughter?

The funny thing is, he could use madness to cover it up before, but what about now? He knew that his biological daughter was coming back, but he still treated the substitute as a treasure. He knew to send someone to tell his biological daughter about the things in the mansion, but he didn't know to sort out the things in the backyard first.

In the end, everyone had to comfort her.

"You didn't mean it. You just missed me too much. I'm so kind, I'm sure I'll understand."

What a joke, she is already so old and is the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion, but she actually asks a sixteen-year-old who has been missing and suffered for ten years to sympathize and comfort her.

What kind of mother is this?

What kind of family?

"lady."

Biluo's voice came from beside me.

Knowing that she was worried that others would see her current expression and feel unhappy, Yao Qianyun looked cold and replied indifferently: "I know."

Although she hated Zhou Zhaoru as a person.

But she wouldn't be the first to say anything.

What happened to the Marquis' Mansion had nothing to do with her. All she had to do was to be a good wife of the Third Marquis and not cause trouble for her natal family.