After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 482 Sharpening

The Heir of Marquis Beining sat on his horse, letting the servant lead him back to the mansion.

He watched the gilded plaque at his family’s gate glisten under the sunshine.

The Heir of Marquis Beining felt a piercing pain all over his body.

He couldn’t imagine the kind of beating that awaited him.

He seemed to already see his father waiting for him with a stick.

Bracing himself, he dismounted from his horse and walked lifelessly into the residence.

But unlike he imagined, Marquis Beining was not there, and Marchioness Beining was sipping tea.

Seeing him enter, Marchioness Beining waved her hand to dismiss the maids.

The Heir of Marquis Beining looked suspiciously.

Because this was totally different from what he had thought.

His mother seemed to be in quite a good mood?

"Mother?" the Heir of Marquis Beining tentatively asked.

Marchioness Beining put on a stern face and asked, "Did you take your cousin to see the doctor?"

The Heir of Marquis Beining nodded lightly.

"How was it?" Marchioness Beining asked.

"Cousin is not sick," the Heir of Marquis Beining replied.

Marchioness Beining breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good that there’s no illness.

The Heir of Marquis Beining looked at Marchioness Beining.

Marchioness Beining glared at him, "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you so eager for a beating?"

"Rest assured, you won’t miss your share."

The Heir of Marquis Beining, "...."

Who likes getting beaten?

"Mother, your reaction is a bit off," the Heir of Marquis Beining said.

"Cousin set me up terribly, and you’re not helping me."

Marchioness Beining glared at him, "Help you? Do you even know what kind of mess you’ve made?!"

The Heir of Marquis Beining looked puzzled.

What did he do?

He took his cousin to see a doctor, wasn’t that for his cousin’s own good?

He just didn’t anticipate the doctor at the pharmacy being such a scoundrel.

Not only was he bad at treating patients, but he blabbed and lacked sense.

He had secretly taken his cousin to see him, yet he broadcasted it openly. Didn’t know if his pharmacy had closed down yet?

He was a victim, and there’s no reason his cousin shouldn’t have a similar fate.

"Mother, what happened?" the Heir of Marquis Beining asked anxiously.

Marchioness Beining glared at her son.

She truly didn’t know what to do with him.

"Your aunt is pregnant," Marchioness Beining sighed.

The Heir of Marquis Beining choked on his own spit.

"Mother, I didn’t hear clearly, who is pregnant?" he asked eagerly.

"Your aunt is pregnant!" Marchioness Beining glared at him.

"...."

The corner of the Heir of Marquis Beining’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He pinched himself secretly, confirming he wasn’t dreaming.

Marchioness Beining held her forehead, at a loss for words.

Actually, it wasn’t the Heir of Marquis Beining’s fault.

But he dug a pit, first trapping his cousin, the Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice, then unwittingly dragging his uncle Old Master Zhao into it.

The son was suspected of being ill, a rumor that spread far and wide.

As a father, he ended up with one wife after another becoming pregnant in the household.

Young concubines were one thing, since they were young, but Mrs. Zhao was already thirty-six. Though not unheard of, pregnancies at that age in the Capital were rare.

Mrs. Zhao had only given the Zhao family one son, and over the years had been hoping for a daughter to complete the family and enjoy the joy of having both children.

She had hoped year after year and, seeing her age creeping up, had eventually given up.

Who knew she would end up pregnant.

Marchioness Beining had visited her; Mrs. Zhao, with mixed feelings, was both delighted and worried about the child in her womb.

Rather than another son or daughter, she hoped for a grandchild, even if it was a granddaughter.

That day, Su Jin wrote a prescription on an envelope and gave it to Eldest Young Madam Zhao to pass on to her, a prescription teaching how to increase the chances of pregnancy.

Mrs. Zhao saw the prescription, which coincidentally matched what was described in the letter that day.

Thinking back, she must have been out of her mind to follow the prescription.

Having been pregnant before, the symptoms she was experiencing over these days were identical to when she was pregnant with Young Master Zhao; she vaguely felt she might be pregnant again.

A doctor was called to take her pulse, and Young Madam Zhao overheard. She couldn’t keep a secret, and soon told Young Master Zhao.

Yeah.

Young Master Zhao wasn’t opposed to having another brother or sister, but given the circumstances, it was salt in his already smarting wound as the eldest son.

Seeing the Heir of Marquis Beining, the true culprit, his dissatisfaction was palpable.

After Young Master Zhao became embarrassingly reclusive, Old Master Zhao wasn’t keen to go out either.

Despite attending to the doctor, he still worried about word getting out regarding Mrs. Zhao’s pregnancy.

Old Master Zhao didn’t wish to be talked about and planned to find a reason to leave the Capital for a while.

The Heir of Marquis Beining trapped his cousin, and though Marchioness Beining could still advocate on his behalf, unwittingly, he trapped his own uncle and aunt too.

Marchioness Beining could only wash her hands off it.

Turns out the prescription given by Princess Consort Zhenbei was effective, Eldest Young Madam Zhao’s health was fine, and Young Master Zhao would be alright, it was only a matter of time before a child came along, thus alleviating the urgency somewhat.

Though annoyed by the rash actions of the Heir of Marquis Beining, in doing so, it also reassured Mrs. Zhao.

The Heir of Marquis Beining sat in the chair, fervently wishing for death.

Whenever he thought of someone congratulating his cousin on a new sibling, and his cousin smiling while secretly plotting his downfall, he felt cold sweats.

The Capital was too unsafe.

"Mother, I should leave the Capital for a few months," the Heir of Marquis Beining said.

"Hide?" Marchioness Beining glared at him.

"Your cousin and cousin-in-law are fine, but it’s been three years without a pregnancy; do you plan to dawdle outside the Capital for three years?!"

"...."

The Heir of Marquis Beining felt a headache coming on.

"Then what do I do, cousin has gone mad," he said with a bitter face.

"Just one look from him, and I might end up confined for three days."

Marchioness Beining glared at him.

Brought it upon himself, yet he has the nerve to complain.

"If it were you in your cousin’s shoes today, you’d be so furious you might kill, arson, and exile yourself a thousand miles away!"

He never considered the consequences before acting.

If he hadn’t doubted his cousin, would all these troubles have arisen?

Now, feeling regret?

Too late!

"You’re not going anywhere, your father has already gone to seek advice from Marquis Dongxiang on how to temper your rashness," Marchioness Beining said.

The Heir of Marquis Beining, "...."

He sat there in the chair, feeling utterly stifled.

Now, all he wanted was to go to the Great Buddha Temple and light a few bundles of incense, praying for the Bodhisattva to bless his cousin-in-law to conceive soon.

Otherwise, he truly had no happy days ahead.

His cousin being Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice could easily use his position to settle personal scores.

After waiting for what seemed like forever, Marquis Beining finally returned.

"What did Marquis Dongxiang say?" Marchioness Beining asked as she went up to him.

Marquis Beining gave the Heir of Marquis Beining a glare and said, "Marquis Dongxiang said fishing best cultivates patience, to have Young Master Su accompany him fishing."

Have Brother Su accompany him fishing?

Is it that simple?

The Heir of Marquis Beining felt relieved.

The next day, when Marquis Beining attended the morning court, Prince NanAn learned about his plan to temper the Heir of Marquis Beining, and Prince NanAn thought his own son was also quite impulsive.

So he called Prince NanAn to join in on the training.

And so, Chu Shun and the four ended up together again.

The four of them loitered away the days, influencing each other’s personalities, not much difference among them.

In the end, if one became calm, but the other three remained hot-headed, it would all be in vain.

Chu Shun and the others thought fishing could not restrain them.

With great enthusiasm, they arrived at the agreed spot.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, they finally saw the carriage from Dongxiang Marquis Mansion arriving.

But it was not Su Chong who came, but Su Yang.

"Where’s your big brother?" Prince NanAn asked, looking around.

"My big brother is busy with other things. My father asked me to train you," Young Master Su said with a mischievous smile.

Chu Shun, "...."

Prince NanAn, "...."

The Heir of Marquis Beining, "...."

Eldest Young Master of Duke Dingguo, "...."

"You’re going to train us?"

"Is this a joke?" Prince NanAn looked down at Young Master Su.

Young Master Su stood on the carriage shaft, hands on his hips, and said, "Why use a butcher’s knife on a chicken?"

Prince NanAn, "...."

He looked at Chu Shun and the others.

"Did we just get insulted?" he asked.