Chapter 7 Sisters are easy to marry
Back then, when she and her sisters were about to get married, Song Huai nodded in agreement without saying a word.
There is no nostalgia for her at all.
But...
Looking at the magnificence, splendor and wealth of the Anyang Marquis Mansion, and thinking about the desolate Cao family, the resentment in Xia Zihan's heart grew like a seedling.
The Anyang Marquis Mansion was a good marriage arranged for her by her grandmother when she was still alive.
As a result, her stepmother tricked her into eating mung beans on her wedding day.
She has been allergic to mung beans since she was a child. Whenever she eats them, she gets red rash all over her body and becomes unconscious.
In that case, how could she get into the sedan chair?
But the sedan chair has already arrived at the gate. If the bride cannot be picked up, neither the Xia family nor the Anyang Marquis Mansion can afford to lose face.
In the end, Mrs. Xia made the decision and let her stepsister marry on her behalf.
Song Huai nodded in agreement. His father couldn't refuse even if he wanted to.
At that time, my father was only a fifth-rank counselor of the General Affairs Department. How could he refuse the crown prince of the Anyang Marquis Mansion, which was becoming more and more prosperous year by year?
What's more, my father, the counselor of the General Affairs Department, still followed the path of the Anyang Marquis Mansion.
Song Huai nodded, and his father couldn't stop him. Just like that, the happiness that originally belonged to her was taken away from Xia Ziying.
Xia Zihan's eyes moistened when he thought of the past.
In a haze, she looked at the luxurious decorations and furnishings of the house one by one.
Originally, all this glory and wealth should belong to her, but now, the person enjoying all this is her stepsister, and she... has to beg her stepsister for a mere few hundred taels of life-saving money, and also... You must be humble and grovel to your step-sister.
Thinking about all this, Xia Zihan felt terrible pain in her heart.
Before her grandmother passed away, she planned the rest of her life, and she actually made wedding dresses for her stepsister and Song Huai. How could she have the nerve to see her grandmother after she died?
She had a good marriage, a good husband, and even the dowry left to her by her grandmother and mother had been appropriated by her stepsister and Song Huai.
Thinking about it, she was really resentful.
But things have come to this, she resents, she hates, so what can she do?
If there was no more money, she and Sister Ying would be burdened with debt and sleep on the street.
Just when Xia Zihan was stunned, Xia Ziying seemed to have just seen her. She sat up straight, reached out and took the handkerchief from Dan Ju, wiped her lips and said with a smile, "Second sister, you are here. .”
Then, he glared at the little maid guarding the door and said, "Mrs. Cao is here, why didn't you let me know and kept you waiting?"
Does this "Jiu Wait" refer to herself or her?
Xia Zihan's face was stiff and she said with a sneer, "Fourth sister, don't blame them. It's because I saw how invested you were in reading that I kept them from not reporting it."
"Since Mrs. Cao has asked for mercy for you, I will spare you this time for Mrs. Cao's sake."
Then he looked at Xia Zihan, "Hey, second sister, why are you wet? It's raining so heavily outside, why didn't you bring an umbrella?"
Without waiting for a reply, Xia Zihan glared at the little maid, "Hurry up and prepare a set of clothes for Mrs. Cao to change into. If Mrs. Cao gets sick, see how I punish you."
The little maid trembled with fright and hurriedly left and went down to prepare clothes.
Xia Ziying smiled and said, "Second sister, we two sisters haven't seen each other for a long time. Come and sit down and chat."
Xia Zihan was wet and embarrassed to sit down.
Xia Ziying seemed not to notice her embarrassment and said to herself, "Well, I've been busy taking care of such a big mansion all day, and I have to serve the prince and the old lady. I'm busy all day long. My hands don't stop, so I have only a little time in the afternoon. ”
It sounds like complaining, but it's not showing off.
(End of chapter)