Zhao Fuling sat next to Mrs. Zong, looking condescendingly at Zong You, who was kowtowing.

Zhao Fuling has seen a lot of such hypocritical people, but Zhao Fuling has seen a person like him who seems to be shrewd but is actually stupid.

Seeing Zong You's fake plea, and deliberately showing a look of wanting to speak and stopping, Zhao Fuling got up directly.

"Grandmother, granddaughter has something to say."

Old Madam Zong turned her head to look at it, and the fierceness in her eyes was terrifying.

Zong Jintian is not afraid of the ground, but he is afraid that Mrs. Zong's face will be heavy. Seeing that Old Madam Zong seemed to be a little angry at this time, he hurriedly looked at Zhao Fuling and signaled her not to say anything that added fuel to the fire.

Zhao Fuling also cleared the occasion and said to Mrs. Zong, "Clear out all the irrelevant personnel."

After thinking about it, he glanced at Zong Jin again and said, "Cousin Jin can stay."

Zong Jin's ears pricked up, but he wanted to turn around and run.

He suffered several losses at the hands of Zhao Fuling, and Zhao Fuling let him stay this time, and he definitely didn't have any good intentions.

I can't say it, I have to dig a pit and jump into it again.

Thinking of this, Zong Jin hurriedly got up and clenched his fists: "Grandmother, since my cousin has something important to tell you, then my grandson will retreat first. It's a little inconvenient for my grandson to be here."

"What's inconvenient?" Zhao Fuling blinked her eyes and said, "You and I are cousins after all, and we may be close to each other in the future, we are all our own family, and we don't need to avoid suspicion."

Zong Jin's eyelids jumped a few times when he said this, and his heart was full of vigilance against Zhao Fuling.

Even, he felt that there was a deep pit under his feet, and he would plant it if he was not careful.

But the old lady of the sect liked to listen to these words very much, her face was a little pale, and she said slowly, "Miao Lan and Jin'er stay, and everyone else goes out."

Zong You's face changed, and he glanced at Zhao Lingling meaningfully, but in the end, he could only leave helplessly.

Yingxia walked without hesitation, and before leaving, he also called Zong You away.

The door of the house was closed, and the light in the room dimmed a little, and then the old lady said lightly: "Anyway, there is something mysterious and secret, and it can't be known to outsiders."

Zhao Fuling knelt down and kowtowed to Mrs. Zong, "The granddaughter is guilty and has hidden one thing from her grandmother."

Old Madam Zong looked at her quietly and said, "Just say it."

Zhao Fuling said at this time: "Cousin Fang Cai Zongyou is not wrong, Li Jingmo, the seventh prince of Great Qi, does have a nominal fiancée, and that person is the granddaughter."

Mrs. Zong squinted slightly, but she didn't say anything, waiting for Zhao Fuling to continue.

Zhao Fuling said: "Actually, the fiancée was released, and the two of us have no name. At that time, in order to get out of the palace, I teamed up with the Seven Princes. After leaving the palace, I didn't know where to go, so I followed him to stay in Anxi for a while."

Speaking of this, Zhao Fuling paused obviously.

Zong Jin looked at the old lady, then at Zhao Fuling, and finally took the initiative to ask in a low voice, "You are both his nominal fiancée, so you two don't have feelings?"

This is also what Mrs. Zong and Miao Lan want to know.

Zhao Fuling lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time before she whispered, "Yes, I like him!"

As these words fell, the atmosphere in the room was obviously stagnant, and Old Madam Zong's face became ugly.

Zhao Fuling didn't look at anyone, just looked at the embroidery pier in front of her, and said softly, "I can also lie to my grandmother, saying that I have nothing to do with Li Jingmo, and those fiancées and the like are just rumors. But since I returned to the sect family, I have been loved by my grandmother in every way, and even surpassed the status of my granddaughter over my granddaughter...... The human heart is made of flesh, and I can't lie with all my heart, and my conscience can't get by."

Mrs. Zong's lips pursed into a straight line, but the corners of her eyes that had just been condensed together were slightly stretched.

Zhao continued, "Growing up, I didn't like anyone, except for that fiancé, and I didn't see any young men. At the beginning, Li Jingmo blessed me for a while, so I had a good impression of him. When I didn't know my identity before, I did have the idea of being an imperial concubine......

Old Madam Zong finally couldn't help it anymore and asked sharply, "What about now?"

Zhao Fuling suddenly lifted her eyes to look over, her eyes were full of burning ambition: "Now that I have the opportunity to win that position, why don't I become the empress, but the imperial concubine of a vassal man?"

Mrs. Zong was stunned by these words, and even Zong Jin opened her mouth to look at Zhao Fuling.

Zhao Fuling raised her chin slightly, and her voice was firm and indifferent: "I became Li Jingmo's imperial concubine, and he can have other imperial concubines in the future, I am not his only one." But if I become the empress, he will be my male concubine, and I am not the only male concubine. I figured out what was going to be in my favor on the first day I returned to the sect."

Zong Jin was dumbfounded by Zhao Fuling's words, but Miao Lan peeked at the old lady of Zong and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

The young lady is still sober, and the old lady should pass this level smoothly.

Sure enough, although the old lady was still calm, the anger in her eyes had almost dissipated.

It's just that because of the face of her elders, she didn't ease her emotions immediately. only stared at Zhao Fuling, and said bluntly: "Since you think so, then I will give you a marriage now, are you willing?"

Zhao Fuling looked at Mrs. Zong and asked, "Is it Cousin Jin?"

Old Madam Zong glanced at the stunned Zong Jin, and did not hide it, and nodded: "That's right, it's Jin'er. Compared to other young people in the sect family, Jin'er has a simple temperament, and she is your cousin, and the two of you are married, and all of us are happy to see it happen."

Zhao Fuling pursed her lips and turned her head to look at Zong Jin.

Zong Jin was very nervous by this conversation, and when he saw Zhao Fuling looking over, he hurriedly said, "I don't ......."

The old lady slapped the table angrily: "It's not up to you to call the shots here."

Zong Jin instantly closed his mouth aggrieved.

Zhao Fuling said, "Cousin Jin is unwilling?"

Zong Jin wanted to say that of course he didn't want to, he was still young now, and Zhao Fuling had so many eyes, and he still wanted to marry many men!

What is the benefit of marrying her, it is better to continue to be the twelfth young master of the sect family at ease.

But it is obvious that this family business is not his turn to call the shots at all.

Zong Jin sat beside him aggrievedly, his cheeks bulging, and his usually handsome face was now more immature as a young man.

Mrs. Zong said, "It's not his turn to do this whether he wants it or not, just do it if you want to."

When Zhao Fuling heard this, she pondered for a moment before she looked at the old lady and said, "Grandmother, I am willing to marry Cousin Jin, but I can't guarantee that he will be a man by his side in the future."

If this is said, it is really a bit of a great rebellion.

But in the ears of the old lady Zong, it was strangely pleasant: "How many do you want to have around you?"