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Chapter 846: The Prostitute and Concubine in the Brothel 2



Chapter 846: The Prostitute and Concubine in the Brothel 2

Qin Zhanhan's face darkened.

All men are like this. Qin Zhanhan has no place for Zhao Yueming in his heart, but Zhao Yueming doesn't have him as her husband at all in her heart, which also makes him very unhappy.

This is equivalent to saying that I may not love you, but you have to love me. This is a typical scumbag’s character.

Zhao Yueming's face also looked very bad, but at this moment, she had no better way to deal with it except to shed tears of grievance: "Aunt Jiang, I really don't know why you speculate about me like this. As a wife, when you are not feeling well, isn't it normal for you to let the maidservants around you serve your husband?"

"But it's such a normal thing, but Aunt Jiang misunderstood me like this. I really don't know what to say."

"Maybe I really misunderstood the eldest young lady!" Jiang Chunxi looked at Qin Zhanhan affectionately as she spoke, "I really don't understand the thoughts of ladies like you, the eldest young lady. Anyway, I would never push my beloved man to another woman in my own room."

"I don't care how many women will be around my husband in the future. Anyway, as long as my husband comes to my room, I will never allow other women to get close to him."

"Of course, I also believe in my husband's feelings for me. He would never have thoughts of that kind towards other women in front of me. If a maid in my yard dared to climb into bed behind my back, I believe that I wouldn't have to do anything, my husband would help me deal with her."

"Husband," Jiang Chunxi looked at Qin Zhanhan trustfully, "Tell me, am I right?"

"Of course," Qin Zhanhan gave Jiang Chunxi a very affirmative answer, and then took Jiang Chunxi's hand, "Let's go! I'll take you back. It's all my fault. If I hadn't favored that maid last night, you wouldn't have to come here so early in the morning."

Zhao Yueming watched Qin Zhanhan dotingly protecting Jiang Chunxi as she left, and then she started to get mad: "Ah! I'm really going crazy. Aunt Jiang is such a great bitch. She's really capable!"

"You useless piece of trash," Zhao Yueming looked at Yanhong who was still kneeling on the ground with a sinister look, "Weren't you very good at seducing the eldest master last night? How come you didn't even have the energy to fight with Aunt Jiang? If I had known you were so useless, I shouldn't have pushed you out last night."

"I am incompetent, please punish me, Madam Young Master." Yanhong said, knocking her head heavily, not daring to defend herself!

"Get out of here, you useless bastard." Zhao Yueming roared:

Yanhong quickly stood up and walked out, while Ye Yun and Ye Hong looked at their master who was so angry, and they did not dare to say anything to persuade her, because they knew very well that no matter how they tried to comfort the eldest young lady, it would be useless at this moment.

Time quickly passed and two years passed. During these two years, Zhao Yueming only suffered losses at the hands of Jiang Chunxi and never defeated Jiang Chunxi once.

And her three maids were also pushed out one after another to share Jiang Chunxi's favor, but it was a pity that no matter how her three maids served Qin Zhanhan in bed, they could not share Jiang Chunxi's favor.

At the same time, Qin's mother became more and more dissatisfied with Zhao Yueming. Not only was she dissatisfied that Zhao Yueming could not beat Jiang Chunxi, she was also dissatisfied that there was no movement in Zhao Yueming's belly.

oh! correct.

Qin Zhanhan has passed the imperial examination and become the top scholar, and has become an official in the court.

When Zhao Yueming came to pay her respects to Mother Qin this morning, Mother Qin stared at her belly with an unhappy expression and said, "Zhan Han has been to your room quite often in the past two years, but why is there no movement in your belly?"

"And the three maids you brought from your mother's home, none of them are useful. It's been two years, and your three maids are not even qualified to carry shoes for Aunt Jiang, let alone fight with her. If I had known that the maids you brought from your mother's home were so useless, I shouldn't have let you do it in the first place."

Those three maids are currently just maids in the same room and have not been promoted to concubines by Qin Zhanhan. From this, it can be seen that Qin Zhanhan regards those three maids as just toys and does not care about them at all.

"It's my daughter-in-law's incompetent." Zhao Yueming said aggrievedly. After two years, Zhao Yueming has completely lost her initial confidence. Now she is just a stray dog ​​who is suppressed by Jiang Chunxi and has no power to fight back.

"If I had known that you were good-looking but useless, I shouldn't have decided to marry you on behalf of Zhan Han," Mother Qin gave Zhao Yueming a fierce look, "Zhan Han is not young anymore. I'll give you another six months. If you still can't get pregnant within six months, then I'll decide to marry Zhan Han a concubine."

Mother Qin now realized that her son liked Aunt Jiang not only because of her appearance, but also because of her talent and learning.

Therefore, if you want another woman to share the favor of that bitch Aunt Jiang, you really can't choose from the maids. You have to choose a concubine from outside who is both talented and knowledgeable.

Given the status of the Princess's Mansion, it would be easy for Qin's mother to find a concubine from a wealthy and powerful family for her son. As for the legitimate daughter of a minor official, Qin's mother had never considered it at all.

Any aspect of the upbringing that the concubine's daughter from a wealthy and powerful family received is not something that the legitimate daughter of a minor official could ever get. Otherwise, why would they rather marry a maid from a wealthy and powerful family than a daughter of an official from a minor family?

Zhao Yueming wrung the handkerchief in her hand. No matter how angry she was in her heart, she could only say obediently, "It's all up to mother. If my daughter-in-law can't get pregnant within half a year, then I'll bring another concubine into the house for my husband!"

"It's good that you can figure it out," Mother Qin was quite satisfied with Zhao Yueming's answer. "Don't blame me, your mother-in-law, for deliberately treating you harshly. But isn't it because your pregnancy is really disappointing? If your pregnancy was better, I wouldn't have thought of asking Zhan Han to bring back a concubine."

"Of course, it is best for Zhan Han's eldest son to be born from your belly. I will go to the palace tomorrow and ask an imperial physician to come back and take a good look at your body so that he can prescribe a pregnancy-maintaining medicine suitable for your body."

"Thank you, mother, for worrying about me." Zhao Yueming said this with all her heart to thank Qin's mother.

The imperial physician in the palace is not comparable to the doctors outside or the doctors in the princess's mansion. If Zhao Yueming could invite an imperial physician to treat her health, she would naturally be more than happy to do so.

You know, she is also anxious about her pregnancy?

"You know I'm worried about you, so you better keep your belly healthy," Mother Qin looked at Zhao Yueming's belly with a look of disappointment, "Otherwise, you can just wait for me to let Zhan Han bring in another concubine, and let another woman give birth to a son for Zhan Han first."

Zhao Yueming lowered her head and said nothing more. At the same time, she used a lot of willpower to prevent herself from crying.

To be honest, Zhao Yueming is truly regretting her decision now. She overestimated herself and underestimated that bitch Aunt Jiang. If she had known this would happen, she should have given up on Qin Zhanhan instead of marrying into the Princess's Mansion and suffering such a punishment.


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