The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 770 The best friend of the reborn daughter of the Duke's Mansion (41)

Afterwards, Zhao Jiaheng ignored Yin Caiwei and left.

Yin Caiwei looked at his departing back and felt confused.

She originally thought that life in the prince's mansion would be full of wealth and glory, but the reality disappointed her.

Our life nowadays is not even as good as that of the Duke's Mansion. Such a desolation is really hard to accept.

Yin Caiwei couldn't help but sigh in her heart: What kind of prince's mansion is this!

"Oh! That's right." Zhao Jiaheng had already walked a few steps away, and suddenly turned around and said to Yin Caiwei, "This dress of yours is for show. Don't wear it normally. Wear it when there is a banquet!"

Originally, Yin Caiwei felt a little happy when she saw Zhao Jiaheng looking back, but after hearing these words, her mood immediately fell to the bottom.

At this moment, a thought came to her mind: It turns out that Su Xiangran has always been in this situation, and every time she attends a banquet, she only has a few clothes to choose from.

It was not until this moment that Yin Caiwei truly understood what it meant to be an unpopular prince.

Without the strong support of his maternal family and without the favor of the emperor, his life was not satisfactory even as a prince.

However, after Zhao Jiaheng married the daughter of the Su family in his previous life, life did not seem to be so difficult.

In fact, what Yin Caiwei didn't know was that although the Su family was not as rich as the Duke's Mansion, Minister Su had only this one daughter, so in order to marry off his daughter, he almost emptied the Su family in his previous life.

And because the Su family was engaged to the third prince very early, the dowry had been saved for many years.

In order to prevent their daughters from having a bad life, the royal family asked the women to bring all the betrothal gifts as dowries.

Just based on this point, Yin Caiwei cannot be compared with the daughter of the Su family.

The other party was married in a formal ceremony, with a ten-mile long red wedding dress, and was carried in from the front in a sedan chair carried by eight people.

What about her? No matchmaker! She didn’t even have a sedan chair for a concubine, she just walked into the Third Prince’s house on her own.

To put it bluntly, if she hadn't considered the face of Yin Chengye, the Duke of Xing, she would have been nothing more than a maid who couldn't show up in public.

Of course, the more likely possibility is that Princess Fu'an gave Yin Caiwei the status of a concubine just to annoy Madam Yin.

After all, when Madam Yin was still unmarried, she once knelt in front of Princess Fu'an and promised: I just want to be with my husband, please grant my wish, Princess, I can be your concubine.

Princess, I am not here to separate you and your husband. I am just here to join you. I will do my best to take care of you for the rest of your life.

Princess Fu'an's reply: Slap her five times and never let her set foot in the princess's mansion again. How disgusting!

Afterwards, Princess Fu'an reflected on herself: she was too soft-hearted. She should have found someone with strong hands to knock out a few of her teeth, so that Yin Chengye could marry a toothless, sunken-mouthed woman.

A few days later, Concubine Jing sent the housekeeper to the Third Prince's Mansion. There were three of them in total, all of whom were old people around her and had both means and brains.

Along with them came several beautiful maids in her palace.

When people arrived, Yin Caiwei was embroidering in her yard.

"You must be the Third Prince's concubine, right?" A chubby-cheeked housekeeper walked into her courtyard. "After all, there is no principal wife. How can a mere concubine like you live in a courtyard all by yourself?"

Yin Caiwei was stunned by what he said. What was he talking about? She was the only woman that the Third Prince had. Even if there was room for other people in this courtyard, no one would be qualified!

"I wonder who you are?" Yin Caiwei stood up and said with a somewhat arrogant expression, "Although I am only a concubine, I have also been through a good life. I am the only concubine of the Third Prince."

"You are right." The housekeeper aunt did not refute, "But this is only before today. Come and meet your sisters! This is Chunniang, Huaner, and Sipei. They were all given by the queen. From now on, they will live in the same courtyard with you."

Yin Caiwei looked at her in disbelief and asked sharply, "Who are you to dare to interfere in the affairs of the Third Prince without permission?"

"You should call me Aunt Yan." Aunt Yan said with a smile, "I am the Queen Concubine Jing's man, and I have come here to sort out the affairs of the mansion. I know your previous status, but if you become a concubine, you must follow the rules.

Considering that this is your first offense, I will give you a small punishment and make you kneel in your room for half an hour!"

This time, before Yin Caiwei could even finish her words, she was pushed back to her room by two strong maids who suddenly appeared behind Aunt Yan.

It is conceivable that she will definitely complete the kneeling punishment today.

The few people who had just been named by Aunt Yan directly picked out rooms in the yard.

Aunt Yan walked out with satisfaction. As soon as she left the yard, she saw her companion, Aunt Song, who was in charge of finances.

Because she didn't see the maid, she knew what the other party had just done. She smiled and said, "You have to do it step by step. Don't walk too fast all of a sudden. Don't fall down. After all, you were once a noble lady!"

"How expensive can your lady be?" Aunt Yan disagreed. "Can she be more expensive than the eldest princess? Besides, the Duke's wife is under house arrest right now, what can a little girl like her do?

I will do whatever the princess wants to see, and as long as she is happy, we are happy too."

In fact, Aunt Yan and Aunt Song had already been bribed before entering the mansion.