After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

In the luxurious dormitory, a few crystal clear bead curtains hung down to isolate the hot and dry outside. The brass engraved ice mirror placed in the corner exuded a bit of air-conditioning, and even the maidservant in the room wore an extra coat.

Wei Feifan sat on the embroidery pier and embroidered.

After finishing the last stitch, she showed Xue Ziyu the embroidery: "Mom, do you think my embroidery has improved?"

Xue Ziyu was flipping through the flowers, hearing the words and looking.

Embroidered is a picture of a tiger descending a mountain.

She gently touched Wei Feishan's head, and praised: "It's as vivid as life, it's better than embroidery before."

"It's just..." Wei Feifan glanced at the double-sided embroidered handkerchief in the sewing basket, his eyes gradually dimmed, "Compared to my sister's craftsmanship, it is still much worse. Mother, I once spent a lot of money to ask the most famous embroiderer in the capital for advice. I studied it for a few days, but I still couldn't embroider well. That embroiderer, like my grandmother, said that I have no talent for embroidery..."

"Nonsense!" Xue Ziyu was displeased. "They have the final say on whether they have talent or not? What's more, even if they don't have it, so what, Fan'er will not rely on embroidery for a living in the future. It's enough to do this kind of work a little bit. Like your cousin, the second room's vines, who can't even embroider butterflies, but still have the mind to eat and drink all day, she should be anxious!"

Wei Feishan didn't feel comforted.

Her eyes kept falling on Wei Zi's handkerchief.

The more I look at it, the more I can't help but want to cut off my own embroidery.

She wronged and said: "Mother, I'm an adopted child. Others like to make irresponsible remarks about my background. If I am worse than my sister in everything, those people will laugh at me... I don't want to embarrass my mother."

Xue Ziyu felt distressed, and quickly put her in his arms.

"Mother's baby..." Xue Ziyu's eyes were red, "Mother promises, I won't let you lose to Wei Zi."

"But my sister now holds the housekeeping power. From now on, she will have the final say in the family. Even what we want to buy must be approved by her. Mother, how can we win against her?"

"The housekeeper right?" Xue Ziyu sneered, "She has to be able to hold it. Fan'er, do you really think that mother will obediently hand over the housekeeper right?"

Wei Feifan was startled: "Mother, could it be that you..."

"The two women in charge of the Sun family and the Chen family don't often fight in the mansion? I have been on the sidelines for more than ten years, but I haven't been able to handle such a difficult matter. Since she wants to take care of the house, let her take care of it. I want to see what she can do!"

Wei Feishan's round almond eyes gradually lit up.

The grandma was the grandmother's dowry back then, and she used her status to run amok in the mansion these years. She wanted to snatch the most lucrative kitchen purchases for her grandson, and she didn't allow others to pick the bamboo shoots and fruits in the garden, so she had to pick them herself and sell them for money.

Mrs. Chen is the son of the family in the mansion. The whole family has worked for the Zhenguo Mansion for generations, and they have always had a lot of face in front of their master. When Mrs. Sun didn't come, those benefits belonged to her. Now they are divided into half, so naturally they can't swallow it, so they often fight against Mrs. Sun.

One side is the power of the old lady, and the other is the power of the family's child. The mother is in a dilemma, and in the end she just doesn't care about it.

Now that my mother is stirring the flames, and the two parties are fighting, I'm afraid Wei Zi can't handle it well.

If there is a mess in the mansion, then the housekeeper right...

Wei Feishan smiled sweetly, and leaned obediently in Xue Ziyu's arms: "Mother, is it too much for us to treat my sister like this?"

"You, you are just too kind!" Xue Ziyu poked her brow dotingly, "When there is chaos in the house, I will propose to my mother that we let Fan take care of the house."

"Mom, I'm afraid I can't manage well..."

"What are you afraid of? Both Chen Feng's family and Sun Shun's family have been bought by me. As long as you take office, the backyard will be calm." Xue Ziyu took a piece of caramel from the magpie Dengzhi pink porcelain plate with a loving face, and gently stuffed it into Wei Feifan's mouth. "With my mother here, Fan doesn't have to worry about anything."

"Mom, you are so kind to me!"

The caramel in his mouth melted into a sweet taste, and Wei Feifan sneaked into Xue Ziyu's arms coquettishly, rubbing gently like a baby.

Yes, what is Wei Zi?
With her mother around, she doesn't have to worry about anything.

The sound of cicadas faded away.

Crane Hall.

Sunlight shone in through the bamboo-leaf-pattern smoked gauze on the rhombus window, casting a few soft shadows on the girl's white and tender cheeks. She had long eyelashes hanging down, and her soft and upturned peach eyes were filled with pale golden tears.

Wei Zi's fingertips pressed on the word "Caramel" in the account book, and unconsciously curled up slightly.

Soon, the full of crystal clear teardrops dripped silently on the account book like a string of disconnected pearls.

"Girl?" Qingju was startled, following Wei Zi's line of sight to see the huge sum of money spent in Peony Garden, she immediately felt distressed and sad, "Or, why don't we just stop looking at the account? The servant girl will report back to the old lady and say that you are not feeling well. We don't care about the house anymore, and we won't care about it in the future!"

"do not……"

Wei Zi grabbed her wrist.

"girl!"

A gentle voice came, and Jin Mei opened the beaded curtain and hurried in: "Girl, the servants and wives who are in charge are fighting in the backyard, and now they are fighting in the front hall, clamoring to see you! You—"

Noticing Wei Zi's red and moist eyes, she quickly stopped talking.

She used to serve the old lady, and she was the most stable and mature among all the maidservants in He'an Hall, with the best hair combing skills. Since the young lady came home after recognizing her relatives, she was called to serve the young lady.

The eldest lady has always been emotionally stable, what happened today...

"It's okay," Wei Zi wiped away his tears, and sat down in front of the makeup mirror to touch up his makeup, "I'll go right away."

Jinmei looked at Qingju, who pouted at the account book spread out on the desk.

Jin Mei glanced at it, and suddenly had an idea.

Miss, this is a grievance!

Anyone who has been homeless for 12 years and finds out that a girl of the same age has taken his place after returning home will feel wronged.

It's a pity that the eldest lady is not clear, and she doesn't love her good daughter-in-law, so she has to prefer the one she picked up.

Jin Mei sighed softly, looking at Wei Zi who was seriously dressing up, secretly feeling sorry for her.

"You said they were fighting, why?" Wei Zi calmed down and asked.

Jin Mei regained her senses and quickly replied: "One group of people are the children of the mansion, who have worked in the mansion for generations. The other group of people is headed by the old lady's dowry maid. The two groups of people often quarrel and quarrel for small profits, such as the purchase of kitchens and courtyards, bamboo shoots in the garden, flowers and fruits, etc. It is an old story, but it has not been properly resolved. Today, somehow, they fought!"

Wei Zi thought for a moment, then asked, "Does Grandma know these things?"