What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Lianyi Villa.

The new wind blows a string of golden bells standing on the eaves of the corridor, and the sound of the bells startles a few gray sparrows staying in the corners of the eaves, and then circles over the red-tiled and white-walled Zai Rongxuan.

At the same time, the old wheelchair under the corridor also rolled its wheels and completed a slow turn.

Its owner is not a gray bird, and it will not be disturbed by a breeze. What can make her move must be an extremely important person or thing-such as the mother's gentle call.

"To You."

The beautiful woman with the crimson gauze cloak on her arm walks slowly towards her frail daughter. Her eyes are full of affection and love, and there is room for tolerance and understanding even when interrogating.

"Where have you been these days?"

"Mother." He Zhiyou looked up at her face, which was mostly covered by a golden mask, "Any woman who is about to marry would want to see the world outside the boudoir before she gets married. I can't go against your decision with the owner. I had no choice but to express my dissatisfaction in this way.”

Ye Yao cast a pitiful gaze: "You have always been very sensible, I know Cheng Ze's words made you sad, but you have to believe that he will choose the best man in the world for you to match you."

He Zhiyou smiled and said, "Of course, he will choose his successor carefully."

He Cheng had no children, and He Xiwei, who was most likely to be the next owner of the villa, died of illness two years ago. He had to start thinking about the future of Lianyi Villa.He needs a young talent who will always be loyal to the He family to accept his teaching and control as the second lady's husband-in-law, and then successfully inherit the power of Lianyi Villa and even the Wulin League.

Is this his only option?

There are many outstanding juniors in the side branches of the He family. It is more convenient to choose one at random to cultivate than to find a foreign surname to marry, but——

"So what?" Ye Yao slowly leaned down, putting his hands on He Zhiyou's shoulders, "Son, no matter who the next owner is, he must be your husband first."

"I think that's what you said to yourself back then."

Ye Yao's beautiful and gentle face suddenly showed a look that was completely contrary to her temperament, like arrogance, like coldness, and like surging pride subdued under the ice.

She was right.

Before meeting He Chengyi, she fell in love with He Chengze, but in the end she still married He Chengyi. This was not only the Ye family's choice, but also her own decision.

The person next to her pillow must be the Patriarch of the He family.

The accident five years ago caused her to lose her husband, but she did not allow herself to lose her status as the owner's wife.

People outside thought that it was He Cheng who had longings for his elder sister-in-law and took this opportunity to take it for himself, but Ye Yao knew that the one who facilitated this marriage was herself.

The past between her and He Chengze caused the disciples in the village to talk about them a lot. She married him directly, but it could stop the rumors.After they got married, the two have been sleeping in separate rooms, in name only, and the people in the village gradually understood that the owner of the village married her back to take care of his elder brother and widow.

Ye Yao also spared no effort to help him secure the position of leader, and gave everything she had ever given to He Chengyi.

Except kids.

"I don't want our children to kill each other for power."

She was straightforward about her concerns.

If they had another son, he would definitely become He Xiwei's fear.

"Well, we don't need a second child."

He loves this woman deeply, and also respects his elder brother, so he regards He Xi as his own, and tries his best to turn the rough into jade.

But He Xiwei died.

But this didn't make Ye Yao change his mind.

How secluded is she.

Although she has lost the most important thing for a woman—at least Ye Yao's most important bargaining chip, she is still her own daughter.

Her flesh and blood must stand no lower than her, and marry in the most valuable way.

Ye Yao gently stroked the top of He Zhiyou's hair, and said softly: "Maybe you now think that freedom and love are more important than dirty power, but sooner or later you will understand what is the best."

"Does mother think that to conquer a man is to conquer everything he has?" He Zhiyou's face was completely hidden under the brilliance of pure gold, only a pair of eyes were as bright as poisonous flames, "You trust men too much .But I can understand your confidence, after all, you have walked in the clouds all your life, and you have never tasted the feeling of being abandoned."

Ye Yao narrowed her eyes: "You have always been dissatisfied with what I have done?"

He Zhiyou said seriously: "No, my mother will always be my most trusted and attached relative, and it is precisely because of this that I pity your innocence."

She straightened herself up, no longer put on the gentle gesture of a loving mother, but rested her five fingers on the shiny elm backrest, and pushed the wheelchair back and forth loosely.

"Well, let's talk about it."

"You brothers from the He family prostrate themselves under your pomegranate skirt and are complacent, but you don't know that in the eyes of others, you are just an abandoned woman who has been played around with."

Ye Yao's movements froze, but she quickly broke the silence that implied panic and anger with her laughter.

"You'er, you really have to be thankful that your appearance was disfigured in that fire, otherwise you would be disfigured by my slap now."

He Zhiyou turned to look at her: "Do you really believe that brother's death has nothing to do with the owner?"

"Of course I doubted it, but he didn't ask me to bear a child for him. Xiwei's death actually disrupted his pace, and it didn't do him any good."

"Really? Mother, jealousy doesn't just happen between women." She continued, "Brother gradually grows up. He is very talented. With a radiance similar to that of my father."

"..."

"If one day, the owner of the village has nothing to teach him, or if his elder brother has the ability to become the owner of the village, but fails to obtain the status of the owner of the village, he will gladly let him go, or—"

Ye Yao interrupted in a cold voice: "You look down on him too much."

He Zhiyou also nodded in agreement: "Yes, the owner of Qingfeng Junjie is beyond reproach, this is just a guess. Brother may be sick, or just encountered an accident, just like the fire in childhood Same."

"You said this just to separate me from Cheng Ze?"

"I want my mother to be my reliance. I don't want to entrust my fate to my father, the owner, and that unknown future husband." She took Ye Yao's hand and gently pressed it against her cold golden face , "You'll always be by my side, won't you?"

Ye Yao didn't speak.

She has no doubts about this child's ambition and wisdom, but the fire destroyed too many things, making He Zhiyou's obedient obedience the only thing worthy of praise, and everyone including herself sympathized with her far more than others. Even the servants in the village seldom really respect and fear the second young lady.

A woman with both legs crippled and her face completely disfigured, her future can almost be easily predicted.

However, Ye Yao is also vaguely looking forward to an unexpected accident and an unforeseen future.

……

Xiao Fangdao walked forward slowly with heavy paper bags containing different types of soil, while Xu Chuilu followed behind with a small white glazed lotus-patterned flower pot.

The two didn't intend to buy these things at first, but after shopping around the street a few times, their hands were full of things before they knew it.

It's hard to explain, asking is their first move.

"Let's go back." Xu Chuilu said.

"Is this enough?"

She suddenly realized that it was good to go shopping with Xiao Fangdao. Not only did the other party not feel tired at all, but he didn't think there were too many things at all. Xu Chuilu even felt that asking her to take less was an insult to the other party's martial arts.

I feel very at ease.

"Enough." Xu Chuilu said in time, taking advantage of his conscience, "Go back to the inn early to rest, don't you have to hurry tomorrow?"

"If you feel tired, don't worry."

Is it so casual?

She just wanted to jokingly say "then stay for two more days", but suddenly felt that the atmosphere seemed too familiar and casual, almost making her forget that it was the Suzerain Sect Master in her painting who was talking to her.

It is a terrible thing to lose guard in this world, and she reflected on herself in time because of that moment of erratic.

Xiao Fangdao was only a little out of step, but suddenly felt it, and said with a smile: "It seems that your performance is not always perfect, you were just thinking about something that you have never thought about before, right?"

"……Have it?"

"You have been observing me for so long, I am not a tree or stone, how can you not notice it?" She stared at Xu Chuilu, "How, if I pay more attention to you, you will feel uncomfortable?"

Xu Chuilu didn't know what she was referring to.

Maybe it was the first glance, maybe it was the secret spying during the retreat, maybe it was intentional or unintentional various trials and discussions...

In short, she knows everything, remembers everything, and is very good at turning over old scores.

"I'm thinking about a painting." She complained, "I paid a huge price to complete it."

Xiao Fangdao thought: "I don't know anything about the way of Danqing, but if this matter really makes you suffer, you might as well put it aside or give up."

Xu Chuilu frowned: "Give up? Will you give up easily when you encounter difficulties or bottlenecks in martial arts?"

"will not."

"Then, so do I."

"I'm because there's no turning back, so are you?"

Xu Chuilu pondered for a moment: "I am because..."

"what?"

"Reluctant."

She held up the flower pot that was warmed by her palm, and walked forward——walking like flying.