The more Mrs. Song thought about Song Zhiyuan’s words, the more she felt so uncomfortable that she felt and her eyes turned red.

"Mom Fang, do you think I'm disappointed him? He won't look for Jie Yuhua or something because of this, right?" Mrs. Song said with red eyes.

Fang's mother said helplessly: "Yi Lao Nu said that the prime minister's good temper over the years still makes you accustomed to the temper of a lady when he was in the boudoir. You said that you are all grandmothers, and you are still worried about taking a concubine with your husband. Is Lao Nu just ruthlessly saying, Madam, you are pretentious."

Mrs. Song's face turned green: "Mom!"

"Good lady, you are just a resentful slave. You are so angry that you want to send him to Zhuangzi. The slave also recognizes him, but you have to say this. It's okay if you are pretentious with the slave here, but you must not be pretentious and willful in front of the Prime Minister, let alone be pretentious and willful in front of the Grandpa and others. That is really too bad for the majesty of your mistress in the mansion, and it makes people laugh at it."

Mrs. Song was angry: "Don't you know who I am? How could you be so stupid?"

"I only know that, but I say that. Madam, it's nothing to be pretentious in front of me. I'm afraid that you will lose your good fortune. It's like what you said just now." Fang's mother said: "This year, the family rules have just said that a man who has no son can take a concubine. Will the prime minister ignore this family rules? I see that the prime minister is very self-controlled in women, and it is not very likely to take a concubine or something, but there is one thing that the prime minister is a sensible person and a sober person."

Mrs. Song was silent.

"The Prime Minister will not use taking a concubine to sting your heart, and he doesn't have to use this one. In fact, if the Prime Minister is really fond of you, as long as he lives with you, it will be the greatest punishment for you."

Mrs. Song's face turned pale. Gu Feng

Mother Fang sighed. These two masters are also more affectionate as a woman. The passionate one is destined to pay more attention to each other, just like Mrs. Song.

But Song Zhiyuan is the one who focuses on political affairs and will never be confused or irritated in his children's personal relationships. If he is dissatisfied with Mrs. Song, how could he need to use a low-level number of concubines like taking a concubine?

When a husband and wife are disunited, it is not just about taking a concubine.

As long as you respect her and not have a heart-to-heart relationship with her, it will be enough to make Mrs. Song feel so low that she can be in the dust.

To put it bluntly, Song Zhiyuan is the sober man in the world.

"So you said that is boring, and it makes people laugh at it when it is spread." Fang's mother continued: "If you go back to the front, you are already the age of a grandmother, and you must have the majesty and domineeringness of being a grandmother. The little daughter's character is just left in the boudoir to reveal her to the son-in-law."

"It's not that I am apologized by the old slave. Madam, the higher you are, the more you live, the more you live. Madam, the higher you are, the more cautious you are, because not everyone in the world is looking forward to you, but they are trying their best to pull you down and step on your feet, just like Lao Nu's mother in charge."
Chapter completed!