Chapter 272 Who Deserves to Be a Father?

Zhuo Zhonghai frowned, and his face was even more ugly. Today, Prince Jing seemed to be deliberately trying to embarrass him, and he didn't know where he offended him again.

Zhuo Zhonghai couldn't eat, and the sea of ​​anger in his heart was churning, but he couldn't find an outlet. All the people present here were first-rank military marquises and princes and counts. His rank of prime minister was still a first-rank prime minister who was not liked by the emperor. , and who can I vent my anger on?

After being depressed for a while, Zhuo Zhonghai simply got up, apologized to Mr. Ding and everyone present, found an excuse at random, and hurriedly left. If he stayed any longer, he would only bring shame upon himself.

Baishantang

Mrs. He, who was sitting at the same table with Chang Meifeng, obviously had some complaints about Chang Meifeng. After glancing at the Baishan Hall for a week, she raised her eyebrows and said to Chang Meifeng: "Mrs. Not at the table?"

Chang Meifeng frowned slightly, glanced sideways at Madam He who was clearly looking for trouble, and said nonchalantly: "Madam Ding arranged for her to sit with all Mrs. Bohou and princesses. Why? Madam He asked Is there something wrong with our two girls?"

Without waiting for Mrs. He's answer, Chang Meifeng raised her voice again and said, "That's right, the second girl of our family is very skilled in medicine, who wouldn't want to invite her to join her family, especially those with hidden diseases? It almost broke the threshold of our prime minister's mansion."

Chang Meifeng's words are not poisonous. In the circle of nobles in the capital, no one knows that Mrs. He is over forty years old and still has no children. She has been seeking medical treatment for many years without success. This is the biggest problem in her heart. In front of her, she would deliberately avoid such topics, but she could imagine that Chang Meifeng would deliberately mention this matter and slap Madam He in the face severely.

Mrs. He is the wife of General Weiyong. Relying on her husband's military merits, she has always been used to being arrogant and domineering in front of others. When has she ever been humiliated in such a face-to-face? Immediately trembling with anger, but unable to attack, after all, Chang Meifeng didn't say anything clearly.

But she couldn't just swallow this breath.

"Miss Zhuo Er has extraordinary medical skills and is praised by the world as a little miracle doctor. It is because of love that so many people seek her for medical treatment. It's just that she is the daughter of Mrs. Zhuo at the banquet today. How can she not sit with Mrs. Zhuo?"

Chang Meifeng's complexion changed slightly, she forced a smile, and said: "Madam He said that she should have been seated with me, why was she invited away by Madam Ding?"

Mrs. He smiled ambiguously, and continued: "But having said that, the identity of the second young lady is indeed different from that of you and me. She is the future Princess Jing, so she is naturally more noble than us, especially Mrs. Zhuo. You don’t even have a court order.”

Being the wife of a minister of the first rank but not being granted an imperial order has always been a concern of Chang Meifeng. Every time she attends a gathering of officials' wives, she always feels that she is going to be dwarfed.

Chang Meifeng was provoked by Mrs. He's anger, her heart was overwhelmed with anger, her eyes widened and she said: "Before the big marriage, everything is variable, it's too early to say these things."

Between her words, she was quite dissatisfied with Xia Yuanqiu's marriage with Prince Jing, even a fool could see it, and all the female guests at the table felt strange, wondering if Chang Meifeng had taken the wrong medicine? Isn't she happy that a golden phoenix flew out of her house? Although she is not her own, but she is a aunt, so what is the difference between her and her own? Isn't she a part of the daughter's glory?

Chang Meifeng saw that everyone's expressions were strange, and she knew that she had slipped her words, but the words she said were like water being poured out, how could she take it back?