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Chapter 10 Taking a Concubine (2)

Ruyi walked out the door, not even glancing at the two people kneeling on the ground, and went to find the guards with her head held high.

After informing the guards about this, Ruyi was about to enter the house when someone suddenly grabbed her clothes.

One of them asked with a charming laugh, "Young lady, does Madam have time to see us?"

Ruyi glanced at her with disgust and pulled her skirt back.

"My mistress said that you may kneel if you wish, but do not make a sound and disturb the young lady, or you will be punished!"

The two exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

Ruyi returned to her room, her face full of anger.

"I thought they were being forced, but I never imagined they would be so impatient. No one would willingly become a concubine; they must not be girls from good families!"

Afraid of being overheard, she kept her voice very low, even quieter than a whisper, but occasionally she couldn't help but raise it, which was enough to show her resentment.

Wen Jiayue said calmly, "With more people wanting to become the Marquis's concubines, the Marquis will surely rise to prominence in the future, and the people in his harem will naturally follow suit."

Even just for his face, many people would want a one-night stand with him, and even the extremely picky princess had long admired him.

But that's all for the future, there's no need to tell Ruyi.

"Madam is truly composed," Ruyi exclaimed. "This servant admires her greatly."

Wen Jiayue gave a self-deprecating laugh. If she were truly calm, she wouldn't have gotten angry so many times these past few days.

Fifteen minutes later, Shen Fuhan returned.

Before the servants could announce their arrival, the voices of beautiful women calling out "Lord Marquis" in sweet, coquettish voices rang out.

Wen Jiayue frowned and glanced at her daughter. Just as she was about to tell Ruyi to keep them away, Shen Fuhan walked in with a cold face.

"What's going on with the people outside?" Shen Fuhan frowned. "Could it be the wet nurse you hired?"

Wen Jiayue almost burst out laughing, but quickly pursed her lips.

“She’s not your wet nurse, she’s your concubine,” she looked up at Shen Fuhan, “Are you satisfied, Marquis?”

Actually, she wasn't sure what Shen Fuhan meant either. In her previous life, she had only experienced taking a concubine once, and that was only after she begged and pleaded.

She had never mentioned it to Shen Fuhan, so she naturally didn't know whether the matter of taking a concubine was initiated by Shen Fuhan or decided by the old lady.

This time she was certain it was the latter, but she didn't know what Shen Fuhan's plans were.

"Nonsense!"

Shen Fuhan's eyes were sharp, and her voice was even colder: "Just focus on your postpartum recovery, why bother with all this?"

Wen Jiayue glanced at him for no apparent reason.

"These are the concubines your grandmother arranged for you. If you are not satisfied with these two, go and tell your grandmother to change them. Why are you yelling at me?"

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "Grandmother?"

Whether it was her imagination or not, Wen Jiayue felt that the chill in his body had dissipated considerably.

She clenched her hands. What a dutiful grandson! His expression changed immediately upon hearing that it was his grandmother's idea.

If the old lady cries a few more times, will he reluctantly take a concubine?

Thinking of this, her words couldn't help but take on a barb.

"Yes, Grandmother was worried that her good grandson would have no one to take care of him, and she was even more afraid that the Shen family line would end. She told me about this the day before yesterday, and today she brought people in."

After a long pause, Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you agree to me taking a concubine?"

His tone was unreadable, and Wen Jiayue didn't want to figure it out. She felt inexplicably irritated. How long was he going to keep testing her?

"If you want to take a concubine, then take one. When have I ever stopped you?"

Shen Fuhan didn't say anything, turned around and went out.

The women outside started calling for the Marquis again, but soon fell silent.

Ruyi quietly went out to take a look and quickly returned to report.

"Madam, the Marquis, the Marquis... has taken the two young ladies to the old lady's courtyard."

Her voice was cautious, tinged with a sob, as she looked anxiously at Wen Jiayue.

"is it?"

Wen Jiayue picked up a rattle to amuse her daughter, and after a while said indifferently, "It's fine."

She knew this day would come sooner or later, and she could finally give up completely.

Wen Jiayue was even distracted, wondering what the Princess would do after hearing about this.

Should she cause a scene at the Marquis's residence, or find someone else to be her lover?

In the former case, she could get a divorce and perhaps even take her daughter with her, thus making a graceful exit.

The latter, three years later, escaped danger and she and her daughter would not have suffered such a terrible fate.

No matter how you look at it, she's the one who made the biggest profit.

Wen Jiayue was in a great mood, shaking the rattle drum. The drumbeats became more and more cheerful, and Zhaozhao watched intently, even reaching out to grab it.

After playing with his daughter for a while, Shen Fuhan returned.

How could it be so fast? Wen Jiayue's good mood vanished completely, and she looked up at him.

The late August sun was warm and inviting, but Shen Fuhan remained unaffected, his expression so cold it seemed as if ice crystals could fall from it.

Wen Jiayue sneered inwardly, "What's with the pretense? You've already taken two beautiful concubines and you're still not happy?"

She couldn't help but recall the way Shen Fuhan lifted her veil on their wedding day.

His handsome face was full of displeasure, as if someone was forcing him to get married.

However, he was forced into it; their marriage was only due to a debt of gratitude.

In her early years, when Wen Jiayue was still an infant, her father saved Shen Fuhan's father's life, and thus a betrothal was arranged between them.

At the age of sixteen, Wen Jiayue married Shen Fuhan, who was twenty-three years old, and became the Lady of Jing'an Marquis.

Originally, she was supposed to get married when she came of age, but something happened and it was postponed for a whole year.

She naively thought that the Marquis's mansion needed to be well-prepared for a wedding, which was why she acted this way.

Looking back now, it was probably Shen Fuhan who was unwilling.

Wen Jiayue thought that it would be better if he had never agreed; perhaps she would have been better off marrying someone else.

She always remembered that when she was a child, a neighbor boy was very kind to her. Later, he moved his whole family to Jiangnan, and before he left, he promised to marry her.

Wen Jiayue sighed deeply. She had never met him in her past life, and she probably wouldn't meet him again in this one.

"I've already sent those two away."

Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke, pulling Wen Jiayue back to reality. She subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Shen Fuhan did not repeat it a second time, but simply looked at her with a cold gaze.

Wen Jiayue turned around and asked, "Didn't the Marquis find any of them satisfactory?"

Come to think of it, the eldest princess is so elegant and graceful, how could he possibly be interested in a woman of such beauty?

Shen Fuhan said coldly, "I didn't see it."

Wen Jiayue didn't reply, but just glanced at him with a puzzled look.

He actually remained chaste to the point of being so devoted to the princess?