Quick wear: She has turned over the big guys from all walks of life

Chapter 1437 Famine and Natural Disaster 595
This is a moment.

When the King of Zhou was in power, the princess's rights were limited; when the Crown Prince was in power, what was wrong with the princess being more unbridled?

Mingyi listened to their stories and realized once again the importance of raising a promising son in ancient times. It was not that daughters were bad, but in ancient times only males could inherit the family business. And males had to be outstanding enough, otherwise, there were many examples of illegitimate sons stepping on the heads of legitimate sons.

She couldn't help but think of the marriage law of the first life, which stipulated that the children of mistresses enjoyed equal inheritance rights.

That's nonsense.

If children within marriage enjoy the same rights as children outside marriage, then what is the point of getting married? If a man commits a crime, the children within marriage will bear the corresponding joint consequences, but the children outside marriage will not be implicated.

The funniest thing was that she learned about a case at that time; a man died, but he actually gave all his marital property with his wife to his daughter born to his mistress. Later, there was a quarrel, and the daughter only got 20%.

That's pretty bullshit.

No matter how you look at it, it is unfair to children in marriage. No wonder more and more people have no hope for marriage and would rather live a carefree life alone than to find an unknown. Marriage is a gamble, and in this gamble, a time bomb-like replica is added.

Hell level kind.

If a marriage is happy, it's fine; but if it's just a superficial marriage but a spiritual divorce, it's a suffering not only for yourself but also for your children.

Why bring trouble upon yourself?

You can control your own future, why do you have to tie it up with an unknown number? Are you looking for trouble and sending blood to others?

While they were chatting, the front yard gradually became quiet, the guests left one after another, and the palace returned to its former tranquility.

The servants were busy cleaning up the mess, and Zhou Ting was helped back to the bridal chamber by Buwei and Ansan.

"The prince is back."

Buwei and Ansan helped Zhou Ting into the bridal chamber. Chunmei was slightly surprised and hurriedly greeted them, "This servant greets the prince."

"The servants greet the prince."

Madam Zhao and Madam Rong smiled and stepped out of the screen. An San stood outside the screen and did not step over again. Bu Wei half-supported and half-carried the person into the inner room behind the screen, lowered his head, not daring to look around, put Zhou Ting on the bed, and hurriedly stepped out of the screen before respectfully reporting.

"My Lady, the Crown Prince is drunk and needs your help. If you need anything, tell me and I'll bring it to you."

After all, it is a new house, and the prince is not alone anymore. With the prince consort, they, as servants and subordinates, must be sensible and keep a distance.

The Crown Prince's wife was in the room, so they had to consciously avoid her.

"Do you have any hangover soup?"

"Yes, I will bring you some sobering soup and some hot water for you to wash up."

Buwei and Ansan looked at each other, and they left the bridal chamber together.

Chunmei, Madam Zhao and Madam Rong walked into the inner room, only to see their drunken master suddenly sitting up; except for his flushed face, his eyes were clear.

"Master Shizi"

The three of them were startled.

"Go down." Zhou Ting waved his hand calmly.

Chunmei and the other two smiled awkwardly, bowed and left.

Mingyi stared at the man beside her with curiosity, his majestic figure still lingering. The man was twenty years old and had been in a high position for a long time. He was extremely powerful even without saying a word or moving. However, such an upright man was pretending to be drunk on his wedding day.

"Awake?" she teased.

Zhou Ting pretended not to understand. The next second, he moved closer to the bride. He held her slender and flexible waist with both hands, buried his handsome face in her shoulders, and murmured, "My wife, I am sorry for you."

Mingyi chuckled, seeing through everything but not saying it out loud.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down. If you don't bring them some hangover soup, I'll call you again."

"No!" He didn't want to suffer this injustice. Why drink sobering soup on the wedding night? "My dear, can I not drink it? I want to sleep with you." "No!"

Zhou Ting groaned in grievance.

Ming Yi laughed silently and rubbed his little head like he was rubbing a dog's head. "Drink before going to sleep, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow."

The man who was being silently comforted knew when to stop, clasped his hands into a ring, and clung tightly to his wife.

"Knock knock knock."

"Princess, I have brought you some sobering soup. May you come in?" Buwei's voice came.

Mingyi raised her eyebrows. Chunmei and the others were outside the house, so why didn't they come to deliver the message?

Her thoughts raced, and the image of Zhou Ting suddenly sitting up appeared in her mind, and Chunmei and the other two had seen it; they had deliberately avoided him, fearing that they would displease Zhou Ting.

Buwei and Ansan didn't know that their master was pretending, so it was most appropriate for them to deliver the sobering soup.

After she figured it out, she raised her voice and said, "Bring it in and put it on the table. Has the hot water been delivered?"

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"Princess, the hot water has been sent to the bathroom next door." Buwei stepped into the new room and placed a tray of hangover soup on the table in the hall. "Princess, the hangover soup is warm. It's perfect for drinking now."

"Got it. You and An San have been busy these days. Go down and rest early."

"Here."

Buwei bowed calmly towards the screen, and then quietly left the flower hall. After leaving, he took An San with him, leaving only maids and nannies to serve in the Summer Palace.

Mingyi rubbed his soft hair again, and then, while he wasn't paying attention, she pushed the person away and stood up resolutely. "Okay, I'll get you some hangover soup. Drink it and go to the bathroom to wash yourself. You reek of alcohol, and you stink!"

Zhou Ting felt as if struck by lightning. He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed her out of the inner room.

Mingyi naturally heard his heavy footsteps. It seemed that although this man was not completely drunk, he was still a little tipsy.

People who practice martial arts would not have heavy steps unless they are drunk.

"Since you're here, just drink it in one gulp." She handed him the bowl of hangover soup and stared at him with a smile in her starry eyes.

Zhou Ting frowned slightly, as if he was reluctant and a little disgusted.

"Drink quickly, drinking cold drinks is bad for your health." A drunk person's body will become hot, and you cannot indulge him if he likes to drink cold drinks.

"My lady, the hangover soup doesn't taste good."

Seeing him speak in a soft tone and act like a child, her heart softened involuntarily; but, the sobering soup had to be drunk.

"Drink it quickly. After you finish, I'll give you some candied dates, okay?"

"mother"

“No room for negotiation.”

"Okay, okay."

He looked at his new bride hesitantly, and slowly took the small bowl that her delicate hands held. His new bride was so beautiful, with such pretty fingers that the white porcelain bowl looked rough in her hands.

He picked up the bowl in slow motion, closed his eyes, tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp; after drinking it, he immediately made a bitter face, put down the bowl and hugged the bride to make a scene.

"My dear, this is too hard to drink. Can you please not drink it next time?"

"Next time you don't want to drink, you'll naturally not drink." She gently pushed the person away and patted his hot cheek. "Go take a shower, you stink."

Zhou Ting pursed his thin lips, his usually deep eyes became a little dull, and his handsome face was full of grievance, as if saying: My wife, you are disliking me again.

Mingyi was too lazy to pay attention to him and just let him take a bath. Then, she turned around and went back to the inner room.