With words full of hope and excitement, she knew that her master would not forget their past. As soon as she returned, she would have to cry profusely before him, letting him properly teach that slut Wen a lesson!
The old woman, hearing this, did not know what else to say, looking somewhat troubled.
Linglang waited for a long time but did not hear her speak. Her heart sank by half, and she asked anxiously, "What is it? Speak up!"
"Concubine, I came secretly this time. I thought you didn't bring much when you came last time, so I brought your previous jewelry, in case of any urgent need. Master..."
The old woman did not know how to speak, but Linglang shook her, "What happened to Master?"
"When Master learned of concubine's situation, he only said that the affairs of the inner court were to be decided by the Grand Madam, and then... then he stopped caring about your master's affairs."
The old woman's words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, extinguishing Linglang's last shred of hope.
Her husband, whom she had treated with all her heart, would actually abandon her so cruelly. Where had things gone wrong? Hadn't everything been fine before?
Wen Shi, suppressed by her, had no presence of a mistress. Master's affection for Yunli far exceeded that for his legitimate son. Which of the maids and servants in the inner court did not obey her orders? How had Wen Shi managed to turn the tables, while she had fallen into such a predicament?
She remembered clearly that after the New Year, Wen Shi would send her to Ying Tian Fu. At that time, would she not have no chance to turn things around?
No, no!
She had not lost, and she would not lose!
That's right, there was also Yunli! Her son. Master had let her off last time because of Yunli, and he could do so again this time!
"Where is Yunli? Where is Yunli! With him here, Master will not ignore me! Right!"
The old woman saw that Concubine Linglang seemed somewhat deranged. Her own son had fallen into the water, and instead of prioritizing his treatment, she was thinking of how to use him to slander and bring down the Grand Madam and the eldest young master. Now that she had arrived, the first thing she asked was not about her son's health, but whether Master would let her return?
Was this truly a mother who doted on her son?
The old woman was somewhat confused.
"Second Young Master was seriously ill, and it was the Grand Madam who took care of him until he recovered. Master said that during the ancestral worship ceremony at the New Year, Second Young Master would be formally registered under the Grand Madam's name. I went to see him twice, and Second Young Master is now inseparable from the Grand Madam. He calls her mother every day."
"How could this be? How could this be! You're lying to me, aren't you?"
Linglang frantically shook the old woman's body, wanting to get an answer she expected, but the reality was so hurtful!
Her husband no longer cared for her, and her son had become someone else's. Wen Shi, she truly had good methods.
Confining her here for just over half a month, and she had already won over the hearts of both father and son. Shameless!
"Wen Shi, I will not let you off! I will not!"
Her eyes seemed to spew fire as she stared into the distance, muttering incessantly, filled with immense hatred. If Wen Shi were in front of her now, she would give up her life to kill her!
The old woman was frightened. After swallowing a few times, she said in a low voice, "Concubine had been kind to this old servant before, and now this old servant has repaid you. Take care of yourself in the future."
After speaking, she immediately prepared to leave. Who knew that Concubine Linglang behind her said sinisterly, "Is your little grandson at home doing well?"
"You!" When the old woman turned to look at her, she felt a chill run down her spine.
About fifteen minutes later, the old woman finally left the room. Her face was ashen, but it carried an expression of facing death without fear. She hurried onto the carriage and headed towards the city.
The few farmers guarding outside the door had received tea money and were too lazy to investigate anything. As long as the concubine was not lost, they were not afraid of who had come.
"In this snowy weather, that old woman isn't afraid of the cold, running all this way."
"Cough, who knows? Anyway, they gave us money. Let's go to Wang Dali's house at the east end of the village later and get two jars of wine. I'll have my wife stir-fry some dishes to go with it. It'll be good to warm ourselves up."
She jingled the string of copper coins in her hand, smiling happily.
In the room, Linglang had completely lost her previous agitation. She slowly sorted through the jewelry the old woman had brought.
These were all gifts from Master before. Some had not even been worn much, but now they were all over her head, and she smiled heartily at the window.
Wen Shi, our account is not yet settled. Did you think you had won?
Hahaha, just wait. I'll have a good time for you.
Overwhelming joy crushed the fear in her heart. Concubine Linglang was now full of excitement.
A greedy light flashed in her eyes, as if in the next moment, she would no longer be a concubine looked down upon.
The Feng family, the main courtyard was peaceful. Feng Er's courtyard was also quiet.
If he were home in the past, he would be messing around here and there, with nowhere for his boundless energy to go. But now, with his elder brother guarding in the next courtyard, and Yin Canwen diligently studying, waking up before dawn in the courtyard to read aloud, how could he still sleep in?
Consciously following the early rising and late sleeping study, after a few days, his academic performance had greatly improved.
Feng Hai learned that his son had such awareness because of Yin Canwen's presence, and his good impression of him deepened.
Although the Feng family was a prominent clan in Liangzhou, they did not have the airs of a high-ranking family. In his opinion, a good man, regardless of his background, could make a name for himself in the imperial court as long as he had enough ambition and drive.
If he were also filial to his parents and doted on his wife and children, he would be even more perfect.
Yin Canwen was not lacking in any of these aspects, and even exceeded them. The more he looked at him, the more pleased he was, and he even developed some different feelings.
Before going to bed, he quietly mentioned this to Madam Feng.
"Madam, what do you think of young Master Yin?"
Madam Feng had only met him once when Feng Er brought him to the mansion. Although his family background was a bit thin, his talent and temperament were excellent. He did not have the stubbornness of a prodigal son, nor the timidity of a poor scholar.
"That child is good, a promising talent. Ah Xu said that Fourth Brother had evaluated him as having a chance to be among the top three this year. It seems he is capable of succeeding."
Feng Hai's smile deepened upon hearing his wife's words.
However, he currently had no official position and was temporarily residing in the mansion. If he rashly brought up this matter, Madam might misunderstand, so he suppressed his thoughts.
"I think he's good too. Look at how Little Er has been influenced by him, he's much more disciplined now."
Speaking of Feng Er, Madam Feng had a wry smile. It was truly Yin Canwen's credit that the child could now stay at home quietly to study.
Thinking of this, she said, "Master is right. I will send some things over tomorrow. Young Master Yin only brought one box when he came. I imagine he doesn't have enough winter clothes and needs a few more."
"Madam is thoughtful."
Feng Hai looked at his wife in the candlelight, and she seemed to have returned to her maiden appearance, but with more of a matron's charm. His affection overflowed, and he embraced her, comforting her and saying.