In the main hall of Wanggaozhai, except for Yang Qin who was confined, the second house and his family were all there.

"Dad, mom, seeing that this big house is becoming more and more popular, we have to think of a way." Yang Xiuming was a little anxious. If the position of the marquis could not fall into Yang Yuan's position in the end, he would naturally be unable to inherit the title, so the one who was most anxious was him.

"Let's find a way, do you have any good solutions?" Yang Yuan was not angry.

Yang Xiuming silenced. He had always been afraid of his father. Looking at Yang Xiuming's appearance, Yang Yuan couldn't help but feel angry.

The three sons of the Dafang family are all outstanding, but they are the son who is carefully trained and are incompetent. They are not attentive in poetry and books, and are afraid of hardship and fatigue when practicing martial arts. They only know how to hang out in the railings and tiles to drink and have fun.

But he only had such a son under his knees. Although he had many concubines, only one of them gave birth to a daughter.

If Yang Xiuming had not become a weapon, wouldn't his lineage be ruined? But Wu Tong's age is no longer suitable for giving birth.

"Since the little girl in the big house came back, we have suffered a lot."

Wu Tong could see that although the big houses are capable, they value feelings. Yang Zheng was thinking about the brotherly feelings and suppressing those three, so he could endure them for so many years.

However, Yang Xuqiu didn't care, and was ruthless and ruthless. However, Yang Zheng supported her actions very much.

Yang Han said: "Yes, Qin'er has done it to this point."

They had already asked Yang Qin about the matter that day. If it weren't for Yang Xuqiu and the others, they wouldn't believe it, but Yang Xuqiu was cautious in doing things, so he didn't leave any handle for them.

Yang Yuan said seriously: "Han'er, you are my eldest daughter, so don't participate in these things in the future."

Yang Qin is useless, and he doesn't want to let Yang Han fall into it anymore.

"But my father, Yang Xuqiu is the biggest obstacle for me to rise to the top."

It would be fine if she was an ugly girl who was as beautiful as salt, but she was still so beautiful and had a steady behavior. When she appeared at the reception banquet, many families with sons had the intention to get married.

Yang Yuan looked a little unhappy, and the daughter was a little too hurrying: "Now you dress up carefully and maintain your good reputation is the most important thing."

After being choked by Yang Yuan, Yang Han realized that she had lost her composure. She immediately returned to her previous gentle and generous attitude: "Did my father have a solution?"

Yang Yuan nodded. In recent months, he had close contacts with Song Jingyu. Although Song Jingyu's mother was just a maid next to the queen, she was only named a nobleman after giving birth to the sixth prince Song Jingyu.

But no matter how you say that Song Jingyu is the prince's man. He can clearly think about the interests of this.

He is actually more optimistic about Song Jingyu for those who can ascend the throne in the end. So he doesn't want Yang Han to rush to marry the crown prince as his concubine, and then make a decision after seeing the situation clearly.

"But my father wants me to hold back this breath? My hand-copied Buddhist scriptures still hurts now." Yang Han's aggrieved tears rolled in his eyes, feeling pitiful.

Wu Tong gently touched Yang Han's hair and said, "Is there still a mother."

Not to mention the old lady's blatant bias, it is said that Wu Tong took advantage of Lin Yi's illness and stayed in the Yang Mansion for many years, trying to find Yang Xuqiu's unhappiness, so why is it difficult to exhale?

"What should I do if Qin'er is just?" Yang Han was a little worried. Her incident had been rumored to be full of storms in the city, and she was afraid that it would affect her reputation.

Yang Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't let her appear in front of everyone in the near future. When this matter continues to be silent, I will give my face and go to her to tell her about her dear and let her marry the Sixth Prince as her concubine."

He always felt that Song Jingyu would have a bigger chance of winning, and marrying a daughter first was also a choice.

Thinking of the handsome face when Song Jingyu saved her from ashore that day, Yang Han couldn't help but turn red. She still wanted to marry Song Jingyu.

Yang Yuan is just an old man, how could he not see Yang Han’s thoughts?

Yang Qin is just a stepping stone. If Song Jingyu can ascend the throne, he will find a way to marry Yang Qin to become the official concubine.

If you can't, you will be able to give up Yang Qin. In the face of wealth, what is a mere daughter?

It is definitely not that simple to get the title of Marquis of Wei Zheng: "Okay, I'll leave in advance." Yang Yuan stood up and prepared to leave.

Wu Tong stepped forward and asked, "Then will you come to the main house to rest tonight?" Her eyes fluttered, and although she had given birth to three children, she did not lose her charm.

But Yang Yuan was already tired of seeing it, and he said, "No, I'll go see He Niang tonight."

Xia He was a concubine that Yang Yuan had just taken two years ago. She was born as a dancer and was light in shape, but she could dance on lotus leaves. Yang Yuan was so fond of her. When she first entered the door, she stayed in her house almost every day. She was so pampered but was not pregnant. Wu Tong did a lot of tricks in this.

Thinking of this, Yang Yuan became more and more impatient and left with a slight look on his sleeve.

At night, He Niang stood in the yard, leaving only the close maid Qingling to serve her. She was covered with a light gauze, and her moon-white bellyband was faintly visible, which was very seductive. Her eyes were almond and peach cheeks, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of affection.

When Yang Yuan saw her in such a charming manner, he stepped forward and picked her up, and strode into the room.

The gauze fell to the ground in the room, and the woman's graceful dancing posture reflected on the window through the candlelight. The temperature inside the room suddenly rose, and the maid was guarding the door, as if she could not hear or see anything.

After some warmth, Yang Yuan stroked the woman's smooth skin. He Niang smiled angrily and said, "Erlang, stop beating my concubine, I will be unable to bear it."

Yang Yuan likes that women obey and lower their composure in front of him. His strength is even stronger. He Niang's eyes are slightly red and beg for mercy, so he stopped.

He looked at the jasmine potted plants in the corner of the room: "This is a flower but it smells good."

"This was chosen and given to me by my wife when I entered the mansion, but I didn't dare to take care of her for a while."

He Niang's smile became deeper. Wu Tong didn't have such a good idea. There were clearly medicines in the flower pots here that could prevent women from getting pregnant.

She knew, and Yang Yuan knew, but she couldn't say anything. After all, she had known that only Wu Tong could have children in the second room after two years of entering the mansion.

However, if you use the medicine, it will damage the texture and you will never give birth to a child in the future. Without a child, you will have no support in the future.

So she had already secretly found the things and threw them away, but she had been drinking the medicine and was not pregnant. She was waiting for an opportunity to give birth to a good baby.

Yang Yuan said: "Since you like jasmine, I will have someone give you a few more pots tomorrow, and it will be nice to put them in the yard together."

Wu Tong didn't want her to have a baby, but she was afraid that she would have a mean reputation, so she didn't give much medicine. If she was placed in the hospital, it would have almost no effect on people.

Did Yang Yuan do it on purpose?

He Niang was overjoyed and said in a sweet voice: "I know Erlang loves me the most."

The next morning, Yang Yuan was refreshed and went to court early in the morning. He Niang's body was covered with red marks left by her loved ones.

Qingning took a bowl of dark soup in her hand and walked to the bed: "Xiao Madam, I've cooked the soup." Every time Yang Yuan stayed overnight, she would drink a bowl of nominal fetal medicine to ensure that she would not get pregnant.

He Niang bowed and said, "I don't have to give this medicine in the future."

The opportunity she had been waiting for had arrived.
Chapter completed!