Chapter 641: Cuscuta Cousin 4
"I..." Song Yuwan froze for a moment.
Mrs. Fu felt that her niece was in a bad mood. She glanced at her and saw that her niece's eyelashes seemed to be trembling violently.
She thought to herself, she and Song Yuwan had a good relationship before, could something have happened that she didn't know about? No matter what happened, as long as she thought about what Song Yuwan had just said, she didn't know what would happen if she didn't come.
Madam Fu Er understood the principle of "three people make a tiger" better than anyone else, so she became even angrier. She patted Sheng Huan's hand soothingly and her face turned cold:
"The Duke's Mansion has many servants and strict rules. Most of the people attending the banquet are scholars. Miss Song should be more careful with her words in the future, otherwise it will be unfair to your father's official position."
Song Yuwan's face turned pale.
Her father was the Minister of Rites. Madam Fu's words were a roundabout way of saying that she was ignorant of etiquette. Moreover, she was implying that she looked down on scholars and said that they were vulgar.
Song Yuwan was anxious. If this word got out, what would happen to her father? She felt aggrieved, but seeing that everyone in the comments was discussing her ideas, she endured it, thinking that there was still a long way to go. She finally bowed her head and apologized:
"Mrs. Fu, Sister Shen, I said the wrong thing. I'm sorry."
Mrs. Fu's expression looked a little better, but Sheng Huan didn't say much.
The banquet continued. Song Yuwan wanted to come to Sheng Huan many times, but Sheng Huan pretended not to see and ignored her, and stayed next to Fu Shirui the whole time.
Song Yuwan was even more confused. She looked at Sheng Huan, who seemed really angry with her. She didn't care about all this. What she cared about was whether Sheng Huan went to see Master Fu today.
She glanced at the barrage of comments inconspicuously, and there was no useful information on it.
On Sheng Huan's side, Fu Shirui looked at her cousin who followed her closely and said with a smile: "This is your own home, are you afraid that Song Yuwan will eat you?"
Sheng Huan lowered her eyes, her watery eyes dimmed: "Cousin, I'm a little sad."
She thought about it, and seemed unable to hold it back, so she moved closer to Fu Shirui and whispered, "I don't think Sister Song is a good person."
Fu Shirui looked at her soft cousin and laughed: "So, stay away from her in the future, okay?"
Fu Shirui also felt that her cousin's friend had ulterior motives. After all, Song Yuwan had been mentioning her cousin throughout today, as if for some purpose. Facts had proved that she was indeed a bad person.
"Yeah." Sheng Huan blinked, as if to force back the tears in his eyes.
Fu Shirui discovered that her cousin didn't seem to be in a good mood at all, and was even too depressed.
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The banquet is over and snow falls in Xuan.
Sheng Huan washed up and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, Furong, the personal maid, heard a muffled groan in the room and hurriedly got up to check. She saw tear marks on her master's face. Not only that, she reached out and touched it, and it was a little hot.
She was startled: "Miss, you are sick! I will go and get a doctor right away!"
Sheng Huan heard the voice and struggled to open his eyes. Then, she held her hand and said, "...No need. Third cousin is very happy. Don't let me disturb his mood. Just go and make me some cold medicine."
"Girl..." Furong hesitated.
"Go ahead, I'm fine."
Furong knew that her master was always careful in the mansion, afraid of annoying other people and never willing to trouble others. Even if the Second Madam loved the girl, the girl would never dare to be too presumptuous or cause trouble for the Second Madam. She gritted her teeth and could only go to boil the medicine herself.
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The next day, after Sheng Huan got up, she applied some rouge on her face, and went to pay her respects to the lady-in-waiting with Madam Fu Er and Fu Shirui.
The most senior boss in the Duke's Mansion now is the Dowager Lady.
The Dowager and the late Duke Fu had only two sons and one daughter, no illegitimate sons or daughters, and the harem was clean.
The eldest son inherited the title and is now Duke Fu. Duke Fu has two legitimate sons, one legitimate daughter and one illegitimate daughter. The legitimate sons are the eldest son Fu Jinmo and the youngest son Fu Ruqing. As for the two daughters, both are married.
Although the second son, Master Fu Er, now holds the third-rank official position, because their mother is still alive, the two brothers have not separated and both live in the Duke's Mansion.
As for Master Fu Er, the original owner's uncle, he had two sons and one daughter. The two sons were the legitimate Fu Jingzhou and the illegitimate Fu Zhinan, and the legitimate daughter was Fu Shirui, who was still unmarried.
"The daughter-in-law pays respects to her mother."
"Shi Rui/Ying Er pays respects to her grandmother."
Although Mrs. Fu is old, her face is very rosy. Perhaps it is because her grandson has won the top spot in the imperial examination. She looks in good spirits.
"Come on, sit down."
"The second son's wife..."
Mrs. Fu was obviously completely focused on her grandson, so Sheng Huan and Fu Shirui sat down to keep him company. Later, perhaps because she saw that they were bored, or perhaps because what the elders said was not suitable for the younger generation to listen to, Mrs. Fu asked them to go back first.
The two of them went out and saw Fu Jinmo's figure from afar.
The man was dressed in black brocade and looked majestic and inviolable.
"Brother." Fu Shirui greeted him, not noticing that her cousin beside her paused for a moment.
When Sheng Huan saw the man, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly and she bit her lip subconsciously. In the end, she followed him reluctantly, but she didn't dare to get too close. Therefore, she stopped after a certain distance.
She was obviously keeping that distance, and seemed a little uneasy. Her white and tender fingers were clenched tightly, and when she lowered her head slightly, her round earlobes were white and delicate.
"Meet my cousin, the prince."
"Yeah." The man turned his eyes slightly and nodded.