The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 159 Who Is Her Mother?
Time flies in the blink of an eye, and the crabapple trees in Xiyu Pavilion began to turn yellow, and with the bleak autumn wind, pieces fell down.

When autumn came, Earl Xianchang's mansion would invite the embroiderers of Jinxiu Xuan to come to their door as usual, and send some beautiful fabrics and styles for the ladies and ladies in the mansion to choose from for custom-made autumn clothes.

Sun Wanrong sent Qiantang, a personal maid, to Xiyu Pavilion to invite Tang Xi, and asked her to come to the front yard to choose some beautiful fabrics.

Tang Xi was leaning on the soft couch to read a book, his eyes were still on the book, and his voice was light: "Just let my mother watch and pick a few. I still have a lot of clothes, so I don't need to do too much."

Qiantang lowered her head, didn't dare to say more after hearing the words, said "yes", bowed her body and left.

Baozhen watched her figure disappear at the gate of Xiyu Pavilion, then turned her head, pouted her lips, and snorted coldly, "In the past, I thought we were easy to bully, and mother and daughter would pick the rest and leave it to the young lady. Came here to ask Miss what she meant, I really didn’t give them any color and just kicked my nose in the face.”

Tang Xi hooked her lips helplessly, ignored her and continued reading.

Fuxi Pavilion.

Qiantang told Sun Wanrong exactly what Tang Xi had said.

Now Sun Wanrong is four months pregnant, and her belly has obviously grown. She supports her waist with one hand, and wanders on the table in front of her with various colors and types of fabrics with the other hand.

After hearing Qiantang's reply, her hand holding the fabric suddenly clenched into a fist.

"Mother?" She said coldly, repeating the two words from Tang Xi's mouth, the hatred in her eyes was about to overflow, "Oh, mother?! Who is her mother!!"

Her daughters are only Shu'er and Min'er.

The two proud daughters of the heavens, she put in countless efforts to become a rich and noble lady, but now, none of them end up well.

She hates it so much.

Especially when she thought of the word "mother" from Tang Xi's mouth, her heart couldn't stop trembling.

Qiantang quietly glanced at her scarlet eyes, shrank her neck, lowered her head deeply, not daring to make a sound.

Today's wife has completely lost the gentleness and magnanimity of the past, and she is furious at every turn. These servants can only be cautious and act carefully, looking at their eyes carefully, so as not to accidentally bear her unhappy, and at least hit the board Half-Life, or even death directly.

Sun Wanrong held the smooth and soft brocade silk for a long time, her fists were white and trembling. After a long time, she finally calmed down and realized that anger is not good for the fetus in her womb. She let go of the silk and sat on a chair beside her. Going up, looking at the brightly colored table, I lost interest in choosing.

Seeing her stabilized, Qiantang's heart hanging in mid-air finally fell to the ground, and seeing her dry lips, she hurried to the table, poured a glass of water, and offered it with both hands.

"Ma'am, drink some water to moisten your throat."

Sun Wanrong glanced at it, and felt that her throat was a little dry, so she took it and took a sip.

"Where's Uncle? Why hasn't he come down yet?" She asked casually.

Qiantang's body trembled, and Fang's restless heart was suspended again.

"What's wrong?" Sensing her abnormality, Sun Wanrong glared at her, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Qiantang bit her lips, lowered her head even lower, "Uncle...Uncle has already gone down, he went...to the house on West Street."

The house on West Street?
There are many houses in the Earl of Xianchang's Mansion on West Street, but there is only one, which is haunted by Tang Xianchang's soul, and he can't wait to rush to it after the court.

(End of this chapter)