Chapter 162

Meng Chuyang's pupils shrank slightly, and when he got up, he saw Jing Anhou walking in with a maid, and said, "Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow, and there is no time to prepare for the emergency, this is just for you Wedding dress and jewelry, try to see if they fit."

Meng Chuyang glanced at the box in the maid's hand.

The box is very shabby, just like the casually customized ones on the street outside.As far as she knew, Xie Wanyi's wedding dress had been embroidered a long time ago, using Shu brocade and jewelry from the palace, all carefully selected by Qian.

When they came to her, they bought a set from any tailor shop and asked her to marry.

Ironically, she is still the concubine.

Obviously embarrassing her?

Meng Chuyang smiled coldly in his heart, and said, "Let's put it here."

Looking up at Marquis Jing'an, he said, "If Chu Yang's mother was still alive, she would not be so hasty, and would be like ordinary parents. Even if she doesn't know how to work as a female worker, she will at least find a better tailor." Come in and measure yourself, and do it after you know the size.”

The subject changed, "Father, I want to know who my mother is, how she died, and where is she buried now?"

His gaze was fixed on his face, not for a moment.

What Jing Anhou originally wanted to say got stuck in his throat, and his eyes became deep, "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

His eyes flickered suddenly.

"Can't I ask?"

Meng Chuyang looked at him, "My daughter is about to get married. I want to know who my mother is. Isn't it too much?"

Marquis Jingan frowned and looked at her with an ugly face. He seemed to have remembered something and clenched his fists unconsciously. Finally, he said hastily, "When the wedding is over, I will take you to visit your mother's grave."

He said again, "She's just a prostitute, she has no background... You should prepare for the wedding first."

Meng Chuyang looked at him, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

She didn't know if her mother was a prostitute, but Marquis Jing'an and Qian Shi kept this matter secret, so it would definitely not be a happy death.

"Progressive woman, should she have a name?" She pressed again, "My daughter is married, and there is no mother to marry her, so I should know her name."

Hou Jing'an's face became even more ugly.

Finally, he could only utter a few words and said, "Her name is Shuliu."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Meng Chuyang to say anything else, he said directly, "By the way, this maid is called Xihua. When the time comes, she will marry you as a dowry, and there will be someone to take care of her. As for the few around you, they are too vulgar. Don't go to the Third Prince's Mansion."

Meng Chuyang thought about the name "Shuliu" in her heart. She had never heard of it in her previous life, and she always thought that she was born by Qian Shi... Now that she thinks about it, there is no clue at all.

Na Xihua stepped forward, bowed her head and blessed her body, and said, "This servant has seen the eldest lady."

Meng Chuyang glanced at her, "Okay, keep it."

Hearing this, the Marquis of Jing'an nodded in satisfaction and said, "By the way, when you get married, don't get entangled with Xiao Ziling. He is the uncle of the Nine Emperors, even if he did something wrong, the emperor will not punish him. But If you dare to go even half a step beyond the thunder pool, it will be a matter of losing your head, so you should take care of it yourself!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left Wutong Garden.

"Good for yourself?"

Meng Chuyang chewed these four words, and sneered for a moment, "It's a good one to do it for yourself!"

Said, looking at Xihua, "When did you enter the mansion?"

She had never seen this maid in her previous life.

(End of this chapter)

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