The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 928 We can do our best

"Why is Grandmother so angry?" Meng Shisan asked calmly, not at all feeling that what Fang Jiang said meant to Old Madam Meng, nor did she feel that there was anything wrong with her speaking the truth.

"Where did you hear all that you just said about Wan'er marrying His Majesty?" Old Madam Meng insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Meng Shisan replied truthfully as usual: "At first, I was not quite sure, after all, what I was about to say was just my own speculation, I did not hear it from anyone, let alone hear it from somewhere. Now that I hear you ask me this, I can tell that I guessed right."

Even if it's not 90%, the fact that her grandmother was so furious shows that at least half of the guesses were correct.

In her fury just now, Old Madam Meng displayed all the imposing manner of the matriarch of the Meng family. However, she found that despite this, she could only frighten away Steward Chu, an old servant of the Meng family, but she failed to make her eldest granddaughter panic in the slightest.

She underestimated her eldest granddaughter.

Meng Tianguan's words to her echoed in her mind: "Although Yaoyao is young, she is quite shrewd. Erlang is useless, and Zeng Shi was short-lived. I originally thought that my eldest granddaughter would also be useless and short-lived, but after she came of age, she has made me look at her with new eyes. You shouldn't always think that just because Yaoyao is a young girl, you can really control her with your methods of managing the household."

At the time, she didn't think much of it. She felt that she had done enough for her eldest granddaughter, and the granddaughter's behavior showed that she respected her as her grandmother very much.

Looking back now, it is indeed as her husband said: she thought she had her eldest granddaughter under control, but in reality, it was the eldest granddaughter who had been coaxing this old lady all along.

"Is it really just your own conjecture?" she asked.

"What is Grandmother afraid of?" Meng Shisan asked instead of answering.

Old Mrs. Meng, with a stern face, said: "Answer me!"

"It is indeed true." She answered without hesitation. It was just Meng Shisan's own guess, and she wasn't lying about this.

Grandma Meng sat back down in the armchair, her emotions back to a level of self-control. Her expression remained serious, but her tone lacked its usual kindness and concern, replaced by a cold question: "Grandmother asks you again, have you said these words to His Highness today?"

Meng Shisan replied, "No."

"Did His Highness mention that to you?"

"Never."

Grandma Meng closed her eyes briefly, suppressing the intense unease in her heart, which then slowly dissipated. She opened her eyes and said, "Whatever was said today, whether it was you or your grandmother, you must remember it. You must be able to distinguish between what should and should not be said."

“Alright, then Grandmother, could you answer one more question for your granddaughter?” Meng Shisan agreed and then took the opportunity to ask another question that had been on her mind for a long time.

Grandma Meng lifted her eyelids, her gaze gradually falling on Meng Shisan, a hint of wariness creeping into her eyes: "What do you want to ask?"

Instead of asking whether she could or not, Meng Shisan asked her what she wanted to ask. She smiled and said, "Grandmother, there's nothing to be afraid of. After all, your granddaughter still bears the surname Meng."

"Go on," said Old Mrs. Meng, glancing away from her increasingly sharp eyes. Meng Shisan said, "My mother's death was due to delusion. As far as I know, although delusion is a kind of madness, it is not a terminal illness. Moreover, my mother's delusion was sometimes better and sometimes worse. If we had tried our best to treat my mother, she would not have passed away in less than a year."

She stared intently at Old Mrs. Meng: "Granddaughter wants to ask, did Grandmother and Grandfather do their best back then?"

She didn't ask about Meng Zhinian because, for the past ten years, Meng Zhinian's biological father had been practically nonexistent to Meng Liangchen. She knew without asking that back then, Meng Zhinian's husband had also been practically nonexistent to Zeng Shi.

Old Mrs. Meng's lips parted slightly. She didn't hear Meng Shisan ask about Meng Zhinian from back then. How could she not know that this was because her eldest granddaughter had long been disappointed in her second son? Even when asking about Zeng's death, she instinctively ruled out the role of her second son.

Indeed, the second son played no role in the incident when his first wife suddenly fell ill with dementia.

"Back then, for the sake of the Meng family's reputation, your grandfather and I completely suppressed the news after confirming that your mother was indeed suffering from delusions." Old Mrs. Meng recalled Zeng's death back then, still feeling somewhat guilty. "At the beginning of that year, your maternal grandparents were also unaware of it. Even after your grandfather and I secretly searched for famous doctors all over the country for your mother, we still couldn't cure her."

She sighed and said, "Seeing your mother's madness getting worse and worse, to the point that your mother's singing could be heard everywhere in the Shanfang Courtyard, your grandfather and I realized that we could no longer hide it. At least your maternal grandparents had the right to know about your mother's condition at that time."

"Was that already the worst-case scenario?" Meng Shisan asked.

"Hmm," said Old Madam Meng. "Yaoyao, your mother's surname is Zeng. She is my second son's legal wife. Moreover, she has a powerful family. Even if your grandfather and I are focused on gaining power and profit for the Meng family, we cannot ignore your mother's illness."

“But in the beginning, in order to protect the reputation of the Meng family, you kept the news that my mother had suddenly developed hypochondria, and because of this, you only searched for doctors and medicines among the common people instead of inviting the imperial physicians to treat my mother!” Meng Shisan pointed out the selfishness of Meng Tianguan and Old Madam Meng.

Grandma Meng pursed her lips: "Even after your maternal grandparents found out, they never invited a royal physician for your mother."

She didn't deny it, but she also directly exposed the same selfishness in the Zeng family.

But Meng Shisan had a different opinion: "That's because it was too late. When my maternal grandparents found out, according to what you said, my mother's symptoms were already beyond medical help. At this dead end, I'm afraid even a great god could not save my mother."

She looked directly into Grandma Meng's old eyes: "Grandmother, is it yes or no?"

Grandma Meng's lips were pressed into a thin line. She did not answer, and even her gaze slowly lowered under Meng Shisan's intense gaze.

Meng Shisan was amused and stood up, saying, "Grandmother, you might want to think again about what else you haven't told your granddaughter about my mother's sudden onset of dementia and subsequent death."

She stopped pressuring Old Madam Meng to speak at this moment. She turned and left Qingming Hall, giving Old Madam Meng time to think carefully about how to get along with her eldest granddaughter.

Grandma Meng sat upright at the head of the table, watching Meng Shisan walk steadily out of Qingming Hall step by step until his figure disappeared outside the door. She was still in a daze.

She was in a daze.

It was as if she saw her Wan Jie'er from back then, and as if she saw herself before she married into the Meng family.