After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 72 Substitute
"Dad" raised his lips in a somewhat ruffian way, his eyes seemed to be looking at him appraisingly.

"It seems that Sister Perrin doesn't recognize me."

Rong Peilan gradually regained consciousness. This was not his father. His father did not look like this.

I would never call her sister Perrin.

In a flash, a young face flashed through Rong Peilan's mind.

He, he——

My cousin from Fengyang! Rong Linggao!
Rong Linggao looked at her shocked expression and knew that she had remembered.

He proudly tied his long hair in front of his chest and said, "When my second uncle was an official, my father begged him so much, but he refused to take us to the capital."

"Every year I only sent thirty taels of silver home, but later on I didn't even have three taels of silver left, and yet all they did was tell me to study hard."

"Now that I have won the favor of the noble, we no longer need the help of Second Uncle!"

Then he suddenly realized, "My second uncle is dead, otherwise how could I win the favor of the nobleman for him?"

Rong Peilan looked at him, who was dressed very much like his father, and couldn't help feeling nauseous.

She covered her mouth and took a big step back, frowning and asked, "Do you know where this is?"

Rong Linggao snorted, his eyes filled with unstoppable enthusiasm, "Of course I know this is the princess's residence. I have hooked up with the most noble woman in the world! Our Rong family can only rely on me to rise in the future!"

Rong Peilan's expression turned ugly. "You are courting disaster. There will be no good results!"

Rong Linggao's face changed. "Sister Peilan is worthy of being the daughter of Second Uncle. She said the same thing as Second Uncle."

He wanted to say something, but Jin Wenyao's voice came from the locker room.

"Sister Lan, I'm fine."

Rong Linggao took one last look at Rong Peilan, snorted coldly, and left very quickly.

Rong Peilan couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited loudly while holding onto the rockery next to her.

Jin Wenyao came out, but was horrified to see that she looked like she was about to vomit her liver.

"Sister Lan, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Chun took out the small water bag from his waist and handed it to the young lady, but said nothing.

Jin Wenyao knew that the maid beside her was a tight-lipped person and she could not get anything out of her.

She stomped her feet and went to look for someone.

The moment she turned around, she suddenly remembered that her sister-in-law looked like this when she was diagnosed with pregnancy. She immediately opened her mouth and came close to her with a look of surprise.

I wanted to ask but then I remembered the rule that you can’t tell anyone before the baby is three months old.

She jumped for joy, and when she saw Rong Peilan recovered, she pointed at her belly and looked at her expectantly.

Rong Peilan took a small sip of water and managed to suppress the feeling of nausea.

She looked at the little girl in front of her and nodded helplessly.

Jin Wen Yao was so surprised that she almost screamed. She immediately covered her mouth with both hands. Her eyebrows were curved, showing her happiness.

Rong Peilan thought the girl was cute, but Ji Yunzhang was probably not that excited at the time.

But she wasn't awake at that time, and she didn't know what the child's father looked like.

After Jin Wen Yao calmed down, she realized that it was because of the smell in the bathroom that Sister Lan vomited like this.

She patted her chest guiltily, then carefully supported her, "Sister Lan, let's go back quickly."

Rong Peilan nodded.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but look in the direction where Rong Linggao left.

The eldest princess actually raised Rong Linggao in her mansion and dressed him up to look like her father.

Could it be that my father’s death is really related to the eldest princess?

Rong Peilan lowered her eyelids, and her emotions could not be seen clearly. Only the clenched fists under her sleeves revealed her anger.

After Rong Peilan sat down, Ji Yunzhang clearly felt something strange about the people around him.

He turned his head and saw that her face was pale, which could not be covered by makeup. He reached out and took her hand on her knee, but it was cold. "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

Rong Peilan looked at his concerned face and smiled, "Nothing happened, I just vomited. I feel better now."

Ji Yunzhang took out a small sachet from his sleeve pocket. The workmanship of the sachet was not very good, but you could tell who made it at a glance.

"This is what mom made for you. She said it didn't look good and she was embarrassed to give it to you personally."

Rong Peilan rubbed her fingers over the crooked orchid embroidered on the ornament, and a warm current flowed through her heart.

When I put it close to my nose, the fresh scent of orange peel slowly came over through the sachet.

The nausea in my heart that was eager to try was completely suppressed.

Seeing that her expression had eased a little, Ji Yunzhang peeled a slice of orange and handed it to her.

"Mother said that since you like eating oranges recently, she dried some orange peels and made an orange peel sachet for you."

Rong Peilan took the orange petals somewhat absentmindedly.

Rong Linggao was five years older than her, and she had only met him twice.

One time was when she was four years old, she went back with her parents when they passed through Fengyang during their travels. At that time, her father was giving lectures all the way and took her and her around the world.

Her father's reputation spread far and wide, so she never had to worry about food and clothing, and she could live a good life even when she was away from home.

At that time, Rong Linggao was a young boy, shaking his head as he read a book.

The second time was when she was eight years old. Her father wanted to take her and her mother back to Beijing, and they specially went back to their hometown to visit.

My father had spent all his family fortune on his kindness along the way, and now he had not a single ounce of silver left.

The thirteen-year-old Rong Linggao passed the children's examination early on, but he could no longer concentrate on his studies.

She did not go into the house, but just leaned against the window of the carriage and saw her tall and handsome cousin asking her father to take him to the capital.

My father said, "Gao'er, Yanjing is not Fengyang. You have no achievements or talents, and you only want to make friends with the powerful and take shortcuts. It's just like trying to get the skin of a tiger. How can you have a good ending?"

Dad never agreed.

It’s better not to come to Yanjing, a place where people are eaten.

But she didn't expect that she would see him again at the Princess's Mansion.

Blinded by power, he even began to imitate his father.

Thinking of my father's proud character, he never wavered even when many people advised him to become an official. But now he is being trampled on by the younger generation he once loved...

Rong Peilan couldn't help but vomit again.

She quickly put the sachet to her nose, and the refreshing smell of orange peel made her feel a little calmer.

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As soon as Rong Linggao walked into the small courtyard, his way was blocked by a figure.

"Where have you gone?"

His eyes were evasive. "I didn't go anywhere..."

"But did you see anyone you know?"

His neck shrank, "No, no..."

"You are so naughty. I told you not to go anywhere."

“I, I did…”

The eldest princess tilted her chin slightly, and slowly stroked his face with her slender fingers. When her long scarlet nails slowly fell to his jaw, she suddenly clamped his chin tightly.

The charming and narrow phoenix eyes burst out with cruelty, and the bright red lips slightly opened.

What he said made Rong Linggao break out in a cold sweat.

"If you still can't learn, I don't mind peeling off your skin!"

"The dead are always more obedient than the living."

(End of this chapter)