Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 77 Wang Fu
  Zhao Wangshu returned to the mansion and went to the upper room to see Mrs. Zhao. Mrs. Zhao was holding an invitation in her hand. When she saw her coming in, she said, "I will be a guest at Uncle Hejian's Mansion in a few days. Please prepare."

Zhao Wangshu was not surprised at all when Mrs. Zhao wanted to take her out for a banquet. Zhao Yuzhen and Zhao Yujia were both settled, and it was her and Zhao Yufang's turn.

"Yes, I will prepare well." Zhao Wangshu responded obediently.

"Uncle Hejian's Mansion has invited a lot of people this time. You are not young anymore. You should also prepare something for the wedding." Mrs. Zhao asked with seeming concern.

Zhao Wangshu understood what Mrs. Zhao meant. It was a great honor for Mrs. Zhao to let her choose the person herself.

It's a pity that Zhao Wangshu doesn't need this face, but there is no need to say it out loud. He lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your concern, old lady. I will pay attention to it."

Mrs. Zhao was quite satisfied with how well she was being taught. She gave a few more instructions before sending her back to the yard.

Not long after she returned to the courtyard, Zhao Yufang came over, "Sister Shu, did the old lady tell you about visiting Uncle Hejian's Mansion in a few days?"

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"What do we need to prepare?" Zhao Yufang asked nervously.

"Sister Fang wants to marry into Uncle Hejian's house?" Zhao Wangshu asked directly without making any detours.

Zhao Yufang was startled, then lowered her eyebrows and said, "It's not up to me to make the decision."

"Who does the old lady want you to marry?" Zhao Wangshu asked with a frown.

"Wang Fu, the eldest son of Uncle Hejian."

He is the eldest son, but not the heir apparent. This shows that Wang Fu is a concubine.

The concubine is older than the legitimate son, which can be seen from the chaos in the inner house of the uncle's house in Hejian.

Of course Zhao Wangshu knew that Zhao Yufang was not willing to marry Wang Fu, but the decision was not in Zhao Yufang's hands.

Zhao Wangshu asked again: "How old is Wang Fu now?"

"Twenty-three."

So old.

"Has he been married before?"

"We were not married, we were engaged, but when we were about to get married, an elder on the woman's side passed away. After observing mourning for three years, the woman died of a sudden illness."

"Hey." Zhao Wangshu chuckled. This Wang Fu's fate seemed not to be good.

"How many concubines does he have?" Zhao Wangshu didn't believe that Wang Fu was so clean and self-sufficient that he had no women around him.

"There are three. One concubine gave birth to a daughter for him two months ago."

"What kind of rubbish man is this?" Zhao Wangshu really didn't expect Mrs. Zhao to choose such a person for Zhao Yufang.

Although Qian Suan was a dandy, he was still his legitimate son.

Although Zeng Kai was a concubine, he had no concubine children.

This Wang Fu was a concubine and could not inherit the title. He also had three concubines and a daughter, so he was definitely not a good match.

Mrs. Zhao is getting more and more mean in selecting people.

"The old lady said that he is motivated and will definitely accomplish something in the future." Zhao Yufang said.

Motivated? Zhao Wangshu sneered, there were so many motivated people, "What rank is he?"

In this era, the most direct way to reflect a person's ambition is his official position.

"Seventh grade official." Zhao Yufang replied.

In the capital, where nobles and high-ranking officials abound, seventh-grade officials are really nothing, they can be caught in large numbers. In particular, Wang Fu was still relying on the Hejian Prefecture, and he only became a seventh-rank official at the age of twenty-three. This man had some real ability.

Zhao Wangshu sneered and said: "With his appearance, how can he be called ambitious?"

"I am a country girl, and I am worthy of a seventh-grade official. It is indeed a high ranking." Zhao Yufang smiled bitterly, "But I don't want to reach a high level."

Zhao Yuzhen and Zhao Yujia accepted the marriage arrangement arranged by Mrs. Zhao, but Zhao Yufang wanted to resist, and Zhao Wangshu was willing to help her.

Helping others is also helping yourself. Zhao Wangshu pondered for a moment, "You pretend to be sick and don't go to the Hejian uncle's house for the banquet. This is just a temporary measure. The first time is not enough. The old lady will definitely arrange the second time, but we can take advantage of it." Take this opportunity to find something to do with Wang Fu. If he doesn't like you, this marriage won't happen."

Zhao Yufang grabbed Zhao Wangshu's hand and said gratefully: "Sister Shu, thank you. Without your help, I would have been forced to marry someone I hate."

"We are sisters, and we should help each other. Sister Fang, the maids serving you are arranged by the eldest lady. Don't let them find out that you are pretending to be sick."

"Don't worry, sister Shu, I will guard against them."

In order not to marry Wang Fu, Zhao Yufang was cruel to herself. The night before going to the banquet, she wore a thin middle coat and faced the cold wind for most of the night.

In the early morning, before the maid came in, she closed the window, lay back on the bed and pretended to sleep.

When Mrs. Zhao was about to leave for the uncle's house in Hejian, she found that Zhao Yufang had not come yet, "What's going on? Go and remind Miss Fang."

As soon as the words fell, the maid serving Zhao Yufang came in and reported: "Madam, Miss Fang is sick."

"Sick? What sickness? You were fine yesterday. Why did you become sick after one night?" Mrs. Zhao asked angrily.

"Miss Fang had a stuffy nose yesterday and asked the kitchen to make ginger soup." The maid replied.

Zhao Wangshu raised the corners of his lips, thinking that Zhao Yufang was smart and did not pretend to be sick out of the blue, and even laid the groundwork.

"Since she is sick, please ask the doctor to take a look at her. You can go to the banquet first. Don't be rude." Mrs. Zhao said.

"Yes." Mrs. Zhao walked out, and Zhao Wangshu followed with her head lowered.

"Wang Shu stays." Mrs. Zhao said.

Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Wangshu were both stunned. Mrs. Zhao was puzzled, "You're not taking Wangshu with you?"

Zhao Wangshu was secretly happy. It was great not to have to socialize with the people in the Hejian uncle's house.

When Mrs. Zhao arrived at the uncle's house in Hejian, Mrs. Zhao saw that she was attending the banquet alone and did not bring the girl who had not left the palace. The smile on her face became a little more sincere and said, "Mrs. Zhao, please sit down quickly."

Mrs. Bo knew that today's banquet was obviously to celebrate her birthday, but in fact it was to choose a wife for the eldest son of the concubine.

Of course she didn't like the eldest son of a concubine, and she was even less willing to let him marry a girl from a wealthy family.

The girl of the Zhao family is not of high family status, but there is a queen in the palace. If the eldest son of a concubine is allowed to get involved, it is very likely that her son's position as heir apparent will be unstable.

"I wish you happiness like the East China Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains." Mrs. Zhao presented a birthday gift.

"Mrs. Zhao is so polite." Madam Bo smiled so hard that the absence of a girl from the Zhao family meant that the Zhao family did not intend to marry the girl to Wang Fu?

When Mrs. Zhao came back from a visit to the uncle's house in Hejian, Mrs. Zhao explained her doubts, "Wang Fu is just a concubine, and he has three concubines and one daughter. Yufang has a delicate appearance, which is more than enough for him. Wangshu has an outstanding appearance, and so do his father and brother." It would be a waste to match someone with fame and honor."

"I didn't let Wangshu follow you because I was worried that the Hejian Palace would think that we were going to betroth Wangshu to Wang Fu."

Mrs. Zhao suddenly realized, "The old lady is still thoughtful."

Then he asked: "Is Yufang really sick?"

"I'm really sick. The doctor checked my pulse and found that I was infected with wind and cold." Mrs. Zhao had also suspected it before. After all, Zhao Yufang's illness was too coincidental.

"Unlucky girl." Mrs. Zhao curled her lips.

(End of this chapter)