Chapter 417: Chapter 417: Is It Going to Be a Kowtow on the Washboard?

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Father He sneered: “Ha, women’s ignorance! Do you know what kind of status the Master and Second Master of the Prime Minister’s Mansion have in the Imperial Court? If our son could become the son-in-law of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, his future would be limitless, becoming a noble and being appointed as a minister would be just around the corner!”

Mother He exclaimed in surprise: “Could our son really have such a bright future?”

“With the support of the Jiang Family, what can’t he achieve?”

“If our son becomes a noble and a minister, can I, as his mother, also be granted a noble title?”

“Of course you can.”

“My goodness.” Mother He patted her chest, “I could also become a noble Madam, wearing the noble costume during the festivals, entering the palace to pay respects to the Emperor, and attending banquets?”

“Don’t daydream,” Father He splashed cold water on her enthusiasm, “If our son marries the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, perhaps that would be possible. But if he marries the daughter of the Cui Family, I’m afraid there won’t be much hope.”

The Old Master of the Cui Family was merely a fifth rank minor official, compared to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, the difference was like heaven and earth.

Perhaps in the future, the Cui Family would have to rely on their son’s support, so how could they be of any help?

When she thought carefully about these things, the regret in Mother He’s heart only intensified.

Ah, it wasn’t a big deal that the lame girl was no longer lame.

She had lost her son’s future and her own noble title, and that was truly frustrating.

Although she thought so in her heart, she would never admit it with her mouth.

“Can a leg that’s been crippled for more than a decade be healed just like that? That boy must have deliberately lied to deceive me! I must find an opportunity to see it with my own eyes to know the truth!”

Jiang Family.

It wasn’t until late at night that the father and son of the Jiang Family returned under the stars and the moon.

Lin Zizi and the two little ones couldn’t stay awake any longer and had already fallen asleep. Only Jiang Ning and the newlywed Zhang Mujin were still waiting.

Upon hearing of their return, they hurried to the front courtyard.

Seeing her daughter running towards him with light steps, Jiang Ruobai hurriedly went forward to support her and then scolded Huang Ying: “How could you let Seventh Miss walk on her own?”

“Father, it was my own decision to walk, don’t blame others.”

“My precious daughter, I remind you every day that you must take good care of your leg and not leave any lasting problems. Why don’t you listen? Quickly, someone help Seventh Miss sit down.”

Jiang Ning knew that her father wouldn’t let it go unless she sat down.

She could only sit on the chair, and before she could ask, she heard Jiang Yi ordering someone to fetch a wheelchair from the backyard.

Zhang Mujin stood to the side, her lips pursed and a gentle smile on her face.

She hadn’t noticed it before, but since she married into the Prime Minister’s Mansion, she could truly feel how much the people of the Jiang Family doted on their Seventh Sister.

“Father, please have some tea.” She offered the tea.

Jiang Ruobai nodded.

Jiang Ning laughed: “Third Sister-in-Law, why don’t you pour tea for Third Brother?”

Zhang Mujin smiled: “Your Third Brother isn’t thirsty.”

“Oh, who says I’m not thirsty? I’ll have a cup today.”

Jiang Ning laughed: “Brother, don’t try to act strong in front of us. When you two go back to your room later, aren’t you going to kneel and wash clothes?”

At these words, Zhang Mujin’s fair face turned red.

She blushed and said: “Seventh Miss is always joking, unlike Fifth Sister and Sixth Sister who are more serious.”

“Then why do you always cling to me and play with me?”

“…Isn’t it because you speak sweetly and pleasantly, making people couldn’t help but like you?”

“Did Third Brother hear that?”

“You two sisters-in-law stop teasing each other and talk about serious matters.” Jiang Yi’s tone was stern, but in the end, he didn’t dare let Zhang Mujin pour him tea, and he poured a cup himself and sat down..