I'm already a concubine, who wants to fight with you?

Chapter 118 Who do you think you are?

Back at Songyueju, Fu Yu was making tea while frantically saying, "One is buried with the dead on the left and the other is buried with the dead on the right. Is the master crazy? Doesn't he know that the system of burying people alive with the dead has been abolished long ago?"

Xie Fei felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face, his whole face was full of energy.

"I have always wanted to stay out of this matter, and now even the master has spoken, isn't that wonderful?"

Fu Yu handed over a cup of hot tea and said, "You are a concubine after all, and the master is too disrespectful to you."

Xie Fei blew the tea leaves away and said with a smile: "No matter how noble a concubine is, isn't she still a concubine? Even if there is one more word, it won't make much difference."

Outside the window, Yuan San said, "Young lady, don't underestimate yourself. There is still a big difference."

Xie Fei was still thinking about returning to the farm, so he said, "Go and harness the carriages and horses. When the snow stops in the afternoon, we'll go back."

Just as Fu Yu was about to leave, he heard Yuan San sigh.

"Girl, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back today."

Xie Fei was completely stunned, "Why?"

Yuan San said: "Tomorrow is the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month."

Xie Fei was puzzled. "What's so special about the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Yuan San said deeply: "Sweeping the grave."

Tomb sweeping? Whose tomb should we sweep?
Before Xie Fei could ask everything clearly, he was called to see the old lady.

In Huiming Hall, the old lady finished beating the wooden fish and then turned back to look at Xie Fei.

"The master wants to accompany Miao and sweep the tomb. You will take charge of it."

Xie Fei began to doubt her life, "Madam, I seem to be just a concubine?"

The old lady said calmly: "You are a noble concubine."

Isn’t that still a concubine?

Xie Fei has a headache.

Yuan San had already told her about the so-called tomb sweeping.

On New Year’s Eve, the second and fifteenth day of the first lunar month, or Qingming Festival, wealthy families would worship their ancestors and sweep their graves.

This is not a very rare thing. When Xie Fei was in the Xie family, he also went to visit the graves with his brothers and sisters. However, he had never heard that tombs must be visited on the 27th.

Yuan San explained that because the 27th was the anniversary of General Pei's death, it was not ancestor worship in the traditional sense.

Although the old lady married into the Pei family, she had no sense of belonging to the Pei family, and Xiao Shirong had always done it for her in previous years.

This year, Madam Xiao was under house arrest, Pei Yuan was only concerned with Miao, and the old lady was even more unwilling to go.

Isn't the purpose of marrying a concubine to be "used"?
Xie Fei understood, but was unwilling to give in.

She tried hard to persuade the old lady to change her mind, but she remained unmoved.

Xie Fei changed his mind and began to look at the decoration of the Buddhist hall.

When Mother Deng saw this, she immediately moved the candle away.

Xie Fei lamented.

The old lady allowed her to enter the temple recently. Was it because the snow was so heavy and wet that the fire couldn't start?
Helplessly, Xie Fei left Huiming Hall.

Fu Yu came forward holding an umbrella and whispered, "Did you really come true?"

Xie Fei stepped slowly on the snow. "How did he know about the tomb sweeping in advance?"

"Didn't you work in the mansion? You've been running around these days, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Fu Yu was terrified and wanted to lock Yuan San in Songyueju and stop him from wandering around outside.

"I don't know what method he used, but now he is a legitimate temporary worker in the mansion. He can get away with it even if he is discovered." Xie Fei was about to say something else when he saw Su Lu coming over.

Obviously, the girl came to explain to her about tomb sweeping.

It's really hard to get out of the cesspool.

It had snowed for several days in a row, and even the bare branches were covered with strange icicles. The servants were sweeping the snow and removing the icicles to prevent them from falling and injuring their masters.

In the warm room of Huiming Hall, Pei Yuan knelt on the ground and pleaded with the old lady again and again.

"Mother, Xiao Shirong is a vicious woman. I tolerated her refusal to consummate my marriage with me, and I tolerated her feeding me women safflower soup! But she should never, ever hurt my Feng'er!"

Pei Yuan became angrier and angrier as he spoke. Thinking of Miao's crying last night and how Xiao Shirong had humiliated and abused her, he felt both distressed and angry.

"Since Feng'er is pregnant with my child, no matter what, please allow me to divorce Xiao Shirong and make Feng'er my legal wife!"

Pei Yuan's voice was quite loud and the servants who were sweeping the snow outside could hear it. They pricked up their ears more than the other, fearing that they would miss any sound of the wind.

Yuan San took a broom and swept away a patch of snow. The rustling sound annoyed the people around him.

"Keep your voice down! No one can hear you!" The servant stretched his neck and tilted his head to listen to the noise in the warm room.

Yuan San said innocently: "Aren't you here to sweep the snow?"

The servant glared at him, angrily saying, "What do you know? We are just concerned about our masters!"

Just as Yuan San was about to speak, Mother Deng and her people came through the corridor.

Everyone quickly stopped gossiping and swept the snow.

Mother Deng stood in the corridor for a while, glanced at everyone with a stern and majestic gaze, and then went into the warm room.

The noise inside became much quieter, and the complaints of the crowd could no longer be heard.

General Yuan San was still sweeping the snow at a leisurely pace. Although he was far away from the warm room, he heard every word that happened inside.

The incense burner was filled with smoke, and the calm and peaceful sandalwood scent was wafting out.

The old lady twisted her Buddhist beads and said, "I don't care how much you favor Miao, but you can't divorce Shi Rong."

"Why?" Pei Yuan said angrily, "She has repeatedly harmed my concubine and even my son, why can't I divorce her? Just because she is a noble lady from an aristocratic family, I can't even divorce her?"

Xiao Shirong had violated most of the seven grounds for divorce. If a big fight really broke out, not even the Xiao family would be able to handle it.

Pei Yuan was determined to divorce his wife. Even if he had to fall out with the old lady today, he would never let Miao suffer any injustice.

She is the mother of his son, the one who continues his bloodline. Isn't she more qualified to be the principal wife than an arrogant and proud woman?

Pei Yuan glared at him, looking like he had made up his mind and no one could persuade him.

Mother Deng looked at the old lady who was resting with her eyes closed, then looked at Pei Yuan and said, "Master, are you sure you want to divorce the mistress?"

Pei Yuan was determined to win. "I have been wronged for so long, letting her bully me. Isn't that enough? If I don't divorce her, I won't be able to give birth to a son!"

"Heh." The old lady suddenly sneered.

Pei Yuan's heart skipped a beat. "Mother, mother, what are you laughing at?"

The old lady slowly opened her eyes and cast a sharp gaze on Pei Yuan, as if she could see through the truth of everything in this world, making Pei Yuan nervous and guilty.

"Are you feeling wronged?"

In the brazier, the charcoal crackled and then fell silent.

The old lady's voice was ethereal and haunted, and sounded like a mockery or a sneer.

She leaned forward and asked, "What are you aggrieved about?"

Pei Yuan swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to look the old lady in the eye.

The old lady said coldly: "Don't think that you can stir up trouble just because you are the master of the Pei family. Even if you die, Xiao Shirong is still your legal wife."

Want to divorce your wife?
I don't know where these smelly maggots came from, but they really think they are something important!

Soon, Pei Yuan was kicked out.

He kicked the door hard as if to vent his anger, and glared at the snow-sweeping boys, "What are you looking at!"

Everyone dared not express their anger.

(End of this chapter)