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No matter how capable she is, isn't she still a concubine?

Aunt Zhang saw Madam Li's actions, and then looked at Madam Ling standing aside, with a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes. It was this weak appearance that made the Prime Minister feel pity for her all these years, and finally let her give birth to a son.

When she was the only son of her, Ling Wei obviously had high hopes for her son, and she also benefited from it. Since Yang Ruo's son was born, she clearly felt that Ling Wei wanted to train him.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. If Yang Ruo's child is promising, then her child will always be a bastard, a bastard that others look down on!

However, Ling Yu married into the royal family, and now she is not favored. There are many people who laugh at her. Old Lady Ling is so disgusted that she nags her a lot.

She is obviously more capable than Yang Ruo and can take care of the family. Just because she is a concubine, these ladies think she is inferior!

The more she thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt. She walked towards Madam Ling with a smile on her face, pretending to be casual, "Hey, the banquet is about to start. Will Xiaoyu come back?"

"The old lady is really thinking about her."

Hearing this, Madam Ling, who was chatting with Madam Li, calmed down a lot. She looked at the intersection where Ling Yu might appear, worried, "Yu'er said she would come back with the prince."

"That's the best." Aunt Zhang continued to laugh, and sneered in her heart.

Everyone in the city knew that Prince Xian intended to marry Concubine Mo. After Ling Yu married, Prince Xian ignored her at all, didn't return the door or offer tea, and now he actually said that Prince Xian would accompany her back.

This is not the way to save face, be careful not to embarrass yourself.

Before Madam Ling spoke, Aunt Zhang continued to raise her voice, "Sister, since Xiaoyu and the prince are coming back together, let's wait here."

When they heard that Prince Xian was coming back, many people looked at the other end of the intersection.

Prime Minister Ling also holds a lot of power. The second, fifth and eighth princes will come to celebrate the birthday. If they can't come, they will send gifts. But Ji Yang is different.

He is the emperor's brother, and the queen mother and the late king also indulge him. He can't be seen whenever he wants.

Many people are waiting to get close to Ji Yang.

"I don't know if the prince will come." Mrs. Ling waited for a while, and her brows gradually frowned.

She also heard about Ling Yu's affairs and felt sorry for her daughter. Now that the prince is willing to accompany her back, the relationship between the two should be much better, right?

From the news sent back by Aunt Xu, the two seem to get along very well.

In the expectation of everyone, a carriage slowly appeared in their field of vision.

The expensive rosewood body was carved with exquisite patterns, and the Ferghana horse was in front. In front of the carriage sat Xia He Qiuyu and the horseman of the palace, coming here.

"Yu'er." Mrs. Ling moved her lips, her eyes were filled with joy, and she took two steps forward.

"Madam, the young lady and the son-in-law will be here soon, don't get excited." The maid next to her reminded softly.

"Yes, yes, they will be here soon." Madam Ling smiled and retracted her steps.

Aunt Zhang looked at the luxuriously decorated carriage, and her expression of watching a play faded. Could it be that Ling Yu really took down the King Xian? Wouldn't her son have even less status?

She smiled on her face, but her eyes were heavy.

How could Yang Ruo be so lucky?

"Oh." The coachman pulled the rope, and the carriage slowly stopped. Two maids jumped down and stretched out their hands to hold up the curtain.

Madam Ling smiled. Ling Yu had just married not long ago, and she was very worried. It was not easy to see her once, and she had been looking forward to it since a few days ago.

In her sight, Ling Yu bent down and came out, wearing a light yellow waist-hugging Luo skirt with a hint of milky white on the embroidered skirt, and a pearl hairpin on her head. The makeup and dress of a married woman still made people feel amazing.

"Mother." Even though Ling Yu was excited, she walked in small steps towards Madam Ling.

Xia He lowered the curtain and followed behind him with her head down.

"Yu'er." Madam Ling's eyes were filled with love, and she reached out to hold her hand.

"Xiao Yu, where is the prince? Didn't he say that the prince would come back with you?" Aunt Zhang looked at the carriage going to the back door, her eyes were clear, and she looked at Ling Yu with pretended doubt.

"Yes, where is the prince?" Madam Ling also came back to her senses.

The person sent back by Madam Xu that day said that Prince Xian said he would come back with Ling Yu, and she didn't think too much about it. At this time, she looked at the people around her and her daughter, and was also stunned.

Combined with the previous things, she pulled Ling Yu and walked in, "Mother hasn't talked to you properly for a long time, let's go back to the room first."

Husband is a woman's heaven, if Ling Yu continues like this, what should I do?

Ling Yu was dragged into the room by her. As soon as she entered the room, before she could say anything, Madam Ling began to wipe her tears and sobbed softly, "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" Ling Yu frowned.

"If this continues, what will you do?" Madam Ling looked at her softly, "Your father still has some feelings for me, but because he was infertile for many years after giving birth to you, your grandmother forced him to take a concubine, but I still have you and your father, but Yu'er, what will you do?"

Thinking about it, she knew what people were talking about outside now.

Just like the day when she returned to her parents' home, she lost all her face and had to endure the sarcasm.

"Mother wants to help you bear it, but I can't, and I can't." Madam Ling touched her face with tears in her eyes, "My daughter..."

"Mother, the prince said... he will come over in a while, and now he has entered the palace." Ling Yu looked at her like this and couldn't help but speak out.

"Really?" Madam Ling's eyes brightened and were stained with hope.

"...Yeah." Ling Yu forced a smile.

In fact, she didn't know if it was true, but she instinctively believed Ji Yang.

Mrs. Ling regained her composure and took her hand to chat about family matters. Ling Yu looked at her. She was always so gentle and kind, and never argued.

She had the title of the prime minister's wife, but she didn't have any real power in her hands, even though she was a concubine.