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Chapter Thirteen Under the Cicada

To say or not to say? Should you say it according to your original plan, or should you change your tone temporarily? Seize this opportunity firmly, or think of something next time.

My aunt and I were crying and thinking.

Just when I was about to give up, I suddenly remembered the last time I went back to Zhuangzi to see Chen Chunyao.

The originally plump body became so thin that it could be blown down by the wind like a wicker branch. She had to lie in bed sickly all day long. Although the maid did not dare to speak sarcastically, she was very considerate in her service, but that look in her eyes, and

The discussion behind the scenes makes everyone feel uncomfortable.

That's the meat that fell from my own body! I had always been raised as my legitimate daughter, and even when I came back to Suinan, I was always held in the palm of my hand, and no one dared to look down upon her.

She is smart and good-looking. If it hadn't been for the dead old woman in the eldest house and the bitch the third wife who were causing trouble in the middle, she would have been blessed with the life of being the mistress of the house.

Everything is over now...

Finally, Eight Aunt's grandmother helped find a family that she could send as a concubine. Although the man was a bit older, he had no intention of marrying again after his wife died. What's rare is that he doesn't have a son yet. As long as the man is older.

Marry

After giving birth to a son, you can get ahead. But the third wife, a bitch, pretends to be crazy and cries when she talks about the marriage. She also loses her temper and says that Chen Chunzhen died less than a month ago, and it is heartless for her sister to think about getting married.

Wolf.

Bah, if we don't decide to get married now, it will take two years according to the law. How can others wait for two years without choosing another person?

He clearly wants to drag Chunyao to death...

But the master couldn't count on it. He disliked Chun Yao's previous marriage to the Zhou family and refused to help her. He pretended to be deaf and dumb and allowed that bitch to toss her around.

The hatred piled up, and I finally couldn't help it, kowtowed on the ground a few more times, and cried: "Thirteenth aunt, you must make the decision for Aunt Mao. I finally came out in the name of announcing the good news.

I want to tell you news. If you don't go to the Chen family, I'm afraid my aunt will be killed by the third wife!" He said in a hoarse voice, which made his voice hoarse.

What a deep sisterly bond.

Chun Ge looked at Aunt Mao, and suddenly remembered how he bossed Aunt Mao around like a servant when he was favored by his aunt.

At that time, Aunt Ma would like to let Aunt Ma prepare ginger soup even if she had a minor cold. But she did not use any serious servants.

The clothes for the Four Seasons were obviously sewed by a needlewoman, but they were all made by Aunt Mao, and then she was told that she was not feeling well.

Whenever Aunt Mao hesitates, she will go to the third master to fight for her life or death. She also says that they are all concubines and sisters, but Aunt Mao doesn't care about her at all.

Now Ganqing has adopted a new way to talk about sisterly love.

The thick sarcasm appeared unabashedly on Chun Ge's face, "Aunt He, you are my father's concubine, don't kneel to me, get up and talk."

The voice was gentle, neither angry nor panicked.

Aunt He originally thought that she would be a little anxious even if she didn't believe the last line of pure song, but she didn't know that things didn't go as she expected. She was at a loss for a moment and froze instead.

Feicui impatiently went up and pulled He Auntie up, and said: "He and Auntie, just worry about it. You said you took advantage of the opportunity to announce the good news, so Auntie He will be fine and have a baby safely."

, but you said that my wife wanted to kill Aunt Mao, I really don’t know what’s going on in your mind.”

My aunt and I were scolded by a maid named Jade, and our faces turned purple, and we didn’t know what to say.

"Jade, what nonsense are you talking about! After all, you and your aunt are half masters. No matter how bad things are, it's not your turn to say anything!" Tong's mother scolded her sternly.

They were obviously meant to teach Jade a lesson, but they sounded completely sarcastic and aunty-like.

He and his aunt are not fools, no matter how thick-faced they are, they don’t know what to say.

Chun Ge saw that it was almost done, and then calmly interjected from the side: "What on earth is going on."

My aunt and I have long regretted it, feeling that our previous thinking was too rough and we did not plan carefully.

If I had known earlier, I should have administered the medicine more harshly, making the third wife mad even more completely, so that she could forcefully force the medicine into Aunt Mao's belly.

As long as the aunt is killed and two lives are risked, the master and the fourth young master must conceal the truth. When the time comes, he will take advantage of Chen Chunge to come home from the funeral and tell the truth, and then in exchange, force Chen Chunge to go first

Help Chunyao settle her marriage, and wait until Chunyao gets married before she comes to testify, and everything will be safe.

Who knew that one step was missing and Aunt Mao would be fine!

A person who is usually so timid actually dared to throw the medicine bowl that the third wife brought over, and the master and the others rushed over in such a timely manner. As a result, he had to find a way to spend the last bit of his body, bribe the servant, and take his place.

She came to report her interest in meeting Chen Chunge.

I have no choice but to assume that my aunt is still alive and has given birth to a son safely. If I wait any longer and wait for the master to come to his senses, he might figure out that he is involved in this matter and take the opportunity to appease Risk.

Aunt.

What else is there to say then!

There was no way to take the risk. This Chen Chunge was still so calm, as if Aunt Mao was not her biological mother.

He and his aunt were already panicking and had to force themselves to calm down.

"Grandma Thirteenth Aunt, you don't know. Aunt Mao is really lucky to be able to give birth to the child this time. In fact, it's so hanging in the middle that several women who delivered the baby said no. It was Grandma Wu Si who took an old ginseng stick.

I came out to take a breath and let Aunt Mao give birth to the child safely, but the eighth young master is still very weak."

Old ginseng should be used to relieve Qi, as the newly born Eighth Young Master is weak.

Chun Ge felt worried in her heart when she heard this, but her face remained calm. When she met the visiting eyes of her aunt, she just said softly.

Not giving up, Aunt Ma cried and said, "It's all because of the cruelty of my wife, who wants to force Aunt Mao to take medicine. If not for this, Aunt Mao wouldn't have had a difficult delivery. The thirteenth aunt, the only person Aunt Mao can count on now is

It's only you, you can't ignore her."

Chun Ge looked sharply at the crying Aunt He.

Maybe it was because of the foundation from earlier. Even though my aunt was old and haggard and dressed like a servant girl, she still looked a bit weak and pitiful when she cried.

It's really touching...

But if I had known about He Auntie's true identity, I wouldn't have taken it seriously.

Seeing that Chunge didn't speak for a long time, he and his aunt became more and more panicked. Finally, they couldn't hold back their anger and said hurriedly: "Why doesn't Grandma Thirteenth speak?"

Chun Ge raised the corners of her lips and looked at the child's mother funny, "What do you want me to say?"
Chapter completed!
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