Raising a wife? The mistress of the Hou family divorced and remarried her younger uncle

Chapter 29 Flowering Period
As the two were talking, Luzhu came back with a bunch of pink and white peonies, looking very unhappy. Su Qingwan's eyes fell on the bunch of peonies and paused.

She liked peonies very much. Peonies made her dream back to her childhood, when the Huainan Palace was still bustling and the clansmen were all alive and happy. She was carefree at that time.

Her mother was strict with her, and she was naughty and often climbed over the wall to go out to play. The most painful thing at that time was that she was forced by her mother to go to school and do needlework, but she had no interest in it at all. Instead, she liked her father's gun and her brother's sword more, and clamored to learn martial arts. Her mother always said that she was a naughty monkey, and she didn't know whose son she would harm when she grew up.

The Yaohuang peony on the windowsill had withered. She remembered that Luzhu had said that there was a courtyard in the mansion full of peonies. Her heart was beating fast, and she asked, "Luzhu, where did you pick your peonies?"

Luzhu looked as if she didn't want to talk, and Su Qingwan saw a row of maids coming in with blooming peonies. The colorful peonies were particularly beautiful, and they were specially placed in pots so that they could grow longer.

Su Qingwan stood up slowly. She recognized that it was the maid from the West Garden. Zhang and her personal maid had already stepped through the moon gate and were walking towards her with a smile. The maid was holding a peach wood box in her hand.

Lu Jing followed her silently. His tall and straight figure was hard to ignore.

Zhang smiled and said, "Luzhu secretly went to Ziyu's courtyard to pick flowers, and was caught by Li An. They almost got into a fight. When I asked, I found out that Zhaolan liked them, so I brought them to you now."

Su Qingwan clenched her hands slightly in her sleeves, and her smile seemed a bit forced. The maids placed more than a dozen pots of peonies on the other side of the courtyard wall and filed out. Zhang said that she would pick all the peonies in Lu Jing's courtyard for her to appreciate.

Su Qingwan only felt that the midday sun was too scorching, and it burned and hurt when it fell on her body.

Sure enough, the peonies were in his yard.

Lu Jing had been looking at her unscrupulously since he entered the Moon Gate. His eyes were so oppressive that it was hard for Su Qingwan to ignore them. Today, he changed into a moon-white long-sleeved robe with silver thread on the cuffs and a dark blue brocade belt with auspicious patterns tied around his waist. He didn't look like the rumored King of Hell Shura at all, but more like a gentle and elegant playboy.

Lu Jing bowed and called out, "Sister-in-law."

Su Qingwan had a cold face, turned aside, and said lightly, "I can't bear it."

There was inevitably a hint of resentment in her tone. No matter who it was who was almost killed by the knife, they would be angry in their hearts.

Zhang was also embarrassed. She took the peach wood box from the maid and said with a smile, "Zhao Lan, I specially found two hundred-year-old ginsengs to nourish your body. Zi Yu was reckless and hurt you, and I scolded him. It's not good to disturb you during these days of recuperation. Lu Zhu said that your injury has healed, and I will bring him here immediately to apologize to you. You can beat him or punish him as you like."

Don't hit a smiling person. Su Qingwan glanced at the nurse, who stepped forward to take the ginseng. Su Qingwan said, "Second Aunt, you are too serious. It doesn't matter that I was almost killed. Anyway, I have a strong life and I have died once. I just hope I didn't delay my third brother's investigation."

Lu Jing, "..."

Lu Jing is the most powerful man in the Lu family. Even Lu Shaoqing doesn't dare to talk to him like this. Lu Jing has his own agenda, so he just humbles himself. "Sister-in-law, Ziyu knows he was wrong. I hope you can forgive me. If you have any problems in the future, Ziyu will go through fire and water to get them done for you."

Su Qingwan also knew her limits and didn't want to provoke the Jinyiwei. Lu Jing owed her a favor, which was better than her owing Lu Jing a favor. She also didn't want Lu Jing to become suspicious of her. She had been so arrogant, so when Lu Jing gave her a way out, she took the opportunity to back down.

"I'll remember what Third Brother said."

She didn't want to deal with the Jinyiwei at all, but Lu Jing owed her a favor, so it was okay. Favors could do a lot of things, and she hoped that she wouldn't have to use them. Zhang held Su Qingwan's hand affectionately and said with a smile, "Zhaolan suffered a great crime this time. Fortunately, you are magnanimous and don't care about him, otherwise Second Aunt would be too ashamed to see you. If you have any troubles in the future, leave them to him. He is close to you, and you may even hear him if you shout through the wall."

Su Qingwan frowned slightly. Across the wall was the martial arts training ground. She had not seen anyone else during the time she had been at the Lu family. She had long guessed that Lu Jing was the only martial artist in the Lu family. The martial arts training ground was connected to Lu Jing's main courtyard, not far from her.

Zhang and Xie Zhaolan have always had a very good relationship. Xie Zhaolan is gentle, good at socializing, and warm to people. Su Qingwan can't imitate her enthusiasm. Zhang can't help but blame Lu Jing. It must be his fault that Zhaolan and she are estranged.

Seeing his mother glaring at him, Lu Jing seemed to hope that he would say something softer. Lu Jing admitted his mistake for some purpose, and he really couldn't do such a humble thing, so he pretended not to understand Zhang's eyes.

Zhang couldn't help getting angry, so she said, "Zhaolan, your courtyard is so deserted. You used to love planting flowers and plants, but now it's bare. Oh, you like peonies, I'll move all the peonies in Ziyu's courtyard here later."

"Mother!" Lu Jing's face darkened. He had spent a lot of effort to find those peonies, many of which were rare varieties. He didn't want to give them away.

"...I don't like peonies that much either." Su Qingwan felt uncomfortable all over, and her nails pricked her palms.

Zhang said dissatisfiedly, "I really don't know why you suddenly fell in love with peonies and planted a whole garden. You are not at home all year round, and no one will appreciate the flowers. It would be better to give them to Zhaolan to help her. Zhaolan has always liked to plant flowers and plants."

"My sister-in-law said she doesn't like peonies." Lu Jing was willing to send some common varieties, which was already a sacrifice for her. But Lu Jing was unwilling to transplant them all.

"That's right. Zhaolan didn't plant peonies in previous years."

Su Qingwan looked at Lu Jing's reluctant expression and suppressed her frantic heartbeat, "I accidentally saw Yao Huang this year, and I think the peony is rich and attractive. If Second Aunt is willing to send some more, the courtyard will definitely be more colorful."

"Okay, okay. If you like it, I'll have someone send it to you later."

Lu Jing, "..."

He couldn't help but look at Su Qingwan, but she didn't even glance at him. It was a complete provocation, clearly intentional. His eldest sister-in-law was not only deep-minded, but also vengeful and vindictive.

But after all, he had hurt someone and had ulterior motives, so he could only endure it.

Zhang kept her word and ordered people to deliver many peonies after noon. The bare courtyard instantly became lively and colorful, and the maids all gathered around to admire them.

Lu Jing's courtyard was a restricted area in the mansion. He was not at home during the peony season, and the maids did not dare to go there to pick flowers privately. Only Lu Zhu, who had just arrived and did not know the area well, went to pick a few Yao Huang flowers, a variety that Lu Jing had spent a lot of money to find.

Lu Zhu looked at the peonies in the garden and said dissatisfiedly, "They are all ordinary varieties. None of the good varieties in the courtyard have been sent here."

Su Qingwan stood against the wall, her eyes drifting far away. No one knew what she was thinking. She just said faintly, "It doesn't matter. The flowering season is about to pass."

(End of this chapter)