But at this time, Ding Jinxiu became pregnant. However, due to the quarrel between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law during the pregnancy, and the jealousy of her husband's two wives, she felt depressed and her health became worse and worse. In the end, she had difficulty giving birth, and she risked her own life to save her son.

It has been five years since Xie Yong's first wife passed away. People around him have tried their best to persuade him to renew his relationship. It is inconvenient for a grown man to not have a decent wife to take charge of his house. Not to mention daily life, even the exchange of favors and courtesy is inconvenient. He can't let his concubine show up in public, right?Why don't you offend all the wives?Tsurugi is so impressive.

As a talented man who won three yuan in a row, an upstart in the capital, and a popular person in the eyes of the emperor, Xie Yong was still very popular even though he was remarrying. There was almost an endless stream of matchmakers who came to propose marriage. However, no one expected that the extremely picky Xie Yong finally chose the most famous 'broom star' in the capital - Yuan Yizhi.

It is true that Yuan Yizhi came from a wealthy family, and there are many people who want to be related to the Yuan family. This is true, but Yuan Yizhi's fate is so unlucky. He tried to marry his fiancé three times in a row, but his fiancé was killed. Who dares to joke about his own life?

So as soon as Xie Yong said that he wanted to go to Yuan Mansion to propose marriage, a lot of people immediately opposed it. Not only his widowed mother strongly resisted, but even relatives and friends advised him not to mess around, as it would not be fun if he was killed.

Xie Yong said: "Everyone says that she is destined to defeat her husband, and the fortune teller also says that my destiny is to defeat my wife. So, are we not meant to be a match?"

Mrs. Zheng, the mistress of the original palace, personally took the horoscopes of Xie Yong and Yuan Yizhi and asked Jian Zheng of the Royal Qintian Prison to combine their horoscopes. As Xie Yong said, the two people's horoscopes were very similar, and they were indeed a match made in heaven.

At this point, Xie Yong and Yuan Yizhi's marriage was finally settled, and the marriage was finally achieved.

The four maids took care of Yuan Yizhi's bathing and combing, and changed into the casual clothes worn in the inner room. Since it was a wedding, they were naturally in bright red.

After everything was put away, Zhiwei ordered the little maid to bring hot food. Yuan Yizhi ate a little and then said she was full, but in fact she had no appetite.

Yuan Yizhizhen never thought that he would be able to get married one day, and his husband was said to be the best among men, and many people envied him.

After three consecutive marriage proposals failed, Yuan Yizhi thought that she was destined to be a nun. She once seriously persuaded her parents not to worry about her marriage anymore. She accepted that her fate was bad. She would be filial to her parents when they were alive. A hundred years after her parents, she shaved her head and became a nun. She would be innocent for the rest of her life. Isn't that not bad?

Who would have thought that a talented scholar would propose marriage to her?

Until now, Yuan Yizhi felt a bit like she was in a dream. She found it unbelievable. She also secretly speculated whether Xie Yong proposed marriage in order to cling to the Yuan Mansion. However, after carefully understanding Xie Yong's situation, she realized that Xie Yong actually had the Sacred Heart and did not need to cling to any powerful people.

After Xie Yong won three yuan in a row, he entered the Hanlin Academy to do compilation. He was promoted from the sixth rank to a high-ranking official. Three years later, he directly entered the Ministry of Household Affairs and became a doctor in the Ministry of Household Affairs.

Moreover, Xie Yong was very favored by the current emperor Xuan Yu, who often summoned him to see him alone. This was a rare divine grace. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Xie Yong's future was limitless. Therefore, although he was only an affiliated official of the Ministry of Hubu, his immediate superior, the Minister of Hubu, was also extremely polite to him.

Based on all the news, Yuan Yizhi couldn't figure out why Xie Yong chose her as his stepmother?

Isn't he afraid of her reputation as a "kefu"?Aren't you afraid that she will bring bad luck to him?

Therefore, Yuan Yizhi's mentality when getting married is extremely complicated. Half of it is the joy of the newlyweds and the beautiful longing for the future married life; the other half is uneasiness and various worries; worried that she will bring bad luck to her husband, worried that she will not be able to please her mother-in-law, worried that she will not be a good stepmother, etc.

The sky gradually darkened, and the noise in the front yard became much weaker. Yuan Yizhi guessed that Xie Yong would be coming back soon, and couldn't help but feel his heart pounding and become more and more nervous.

He Yan could see the strangeness in the young lady, so he approached her considerately, kneaded her stiff shoulders and arms, and whispered in her ear: "Miss, please relax. I feel that although my uncle looks serious and old-fashioned, his eyes are gentle and considerate.Miss Tie, didn’t you just kick out those idle people watching the fun?I think it won’t be difficult to get along with you, and I heard that men will be considerate to women when they get older, and the miss will definitely have a happy life in the future."

Yuan Yizhi smiled, she also hoped so. She saw the deep love between her eldest brother and her eldest sister-in-law at her parents' home, and saw the second brother's love for his wife Su Mohui. How could she not hope to meet her beloved, and the couple would love each other for hundreds of years?

But this Xie family is said to have an extremely powerful mother-in-law at the top, a frail legitimate son at the bottom, and two charming concubines in the middle. Can they really live a happy life?

Yuan Yizhi wanted to sigh, but on the big day, sighing was unlucky, so she had to suppress it and keep the gentle smile on her face.

Chapter 1(2)

Just as Yuan Yizhi was nervously waiting for her husband to come back, someone outside the curtain of the wedding room shouted: "Madam Qi, the old lady is not well, please go and take care of her."

Yuan Yizhi was taken aback, stood up hurriedly, and asked, "What's wrong with mother-in-law? Is it important?"

The little maid who sent the message outside said: "The old lady has been busy with the wedding recently. Although she is not in good health, she is holding on. Today, the lady came in. The old lady was so happy that she drank two more drinks. Who knew she had the old problem of dizziness, and it is getting worse than before."

While listening to the little maid's reply, He Yan had already prepared clothes for Yuan Yizhi to go out, and He Xia brought a bright red feather satin cloak and put it on for Yuan Yizhi.

Yuan Yizhi followed the little maid out of the room and asked, "Can we invite the doctor?"

The little maid said: "Brother Zhizhang took the master's seal and went to ask the imperial doctor."

Yuan Yizhi nodded. Xie Yong was very favored by the emperor. It was understandable that the Xie family could hire an imperial doctor.

However, He Yan and He Xia looked at each other and winked from behind. Both maids felt that this matter was strange, and the old lady was obviously acting inappropriately. Even if she was slightly unwell, was it really serious enough to call the bride from the bridal chamber to serve her?

Isn’t this too disrespectful to the bride?What do you think of the bride's once-in-a-lifetime beautiful wedding night?Intentional destruction?

Judging from the eloquent appearance of the little maid, there is no sign of anxiety at all. It is obvious that the old lady is not seriously ill, but she is simply uneasy and well-intentioned, right?

He Xia couldn't help but ask: "I wonder what I call this sister?"

The little maid said: "I don't dare to take it as my slave. Licorice is just the little maid who runs errands for the old lady."

He Xia smiled and said, "Sister Licorice, the old lady fell ill. Did you call my uncle? Oh no, did you ask me to come over and take care of you?"

Licorice was startled for a moment, then looked back at He Xia, with scrutiny in her eyes, but she replied with a smile: "The master is entertaining distinguished guests in the front yard, and the old lady has told him not to disturb him. It would be bad if he offends the distinguished guests."

He Xia blinked at He Yan, flattened his mouth, but said no more.

It was obvious that the old lady was deliberately torturing their young lady!

On the wedding night, he actually called the bride out of the bridal chamber to serve her mother-in-law. It was too much!

He Xia clenched her fists, feeling resentful.

Yuan Yizhi's expression was indifferent. She expected that Xie's mother would be extremely disgusted with her being her daughter-in-law, and would probably make things difficult for her after entering the house. However, she didn't expect that Xie's mother would be so impatient that she couldn't wait to give her a showdown on the night of the wedding.

Xie's mother's courtyard, Songhe Garden, is the largest in Xie's mansion. It is graceful, quiet and dignified.

The three sons who read "Zhuangyuan Mansion" on the plaque on the door of Xie Mansion in Jinling are personally written by the current emperor Xuan Yu, and the mansion was also given to Xie Yong by the emperor. It has been transferred to the Xie family and has become the private property of the Xie family, instead of being an ordinary residence given to ministers by the government.

Some powerful ministers would also get mansions favored by the emperor, but the ownership of such houses still belonged to the government. Once a good official died, was demoted, resigned, etc., the mansion would be taken back by the government, and the officials' family members would often be forced to return to their hometowns, otherwise they would not even have a place to stay in the capital.