The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 603 - 614: The Play Must Go On

Chapter 603: Chapter 614: The Play Must Go On

They felt sympathy for the dying second daughter-in-law, but since the concubine of the Du Family held more power, their hands were tied.

In the Jie Family, such chaos prevailed that while the legitimate wife of the second son was addressed as the second daughter-in-law, the little concubine was also called Madam. In all of Beijing, except for princes and nobles, probably only the Jie Family had such a situation.

Concubine Du constantly wept, and when the maid of the third young lady came to report that Miss Du was in bad shape, she cried even louder, leading those uninformed to believe she truly shared a deep sisterly bond with Miss Du.

The maids of the third young lady looked down on her with scorn, whispering among themselves, "Our young lady always said that Concubine Du was even better at acting than the actresses in the theater troupes, and it seems she wasn’t lying."

"Indeed, look at the way she’s crying, covering her face with a handkerchief, her wails breaking heaven’s silence, yet not a single tear to be seen."

"The tears aren’t there now because the second son hasn’t arrived yet, just wait until he gets here and you’ll see if she has tears or not."

"That’s true, this wretched woman."

Concubine Du lay prostrate in front of Miss Du’s bed, crying hoarsely, gasping for breath.

"Sister, before father passed away he said you were my only kin. If you leave, what will I have left in this world? There will only be me left in the Du Family, what am I supposed to do..."

Xie Qinyun rolled her eyes and looked at her with scorn.

"Shouldn’t you be happy? If she dies, you’ll have a chance to be the master of the Jie Residence."

Concubine Du removed the silk handkerchief from her face, pointing at the third young lady and sobbing, "Third young lady, I know you don’t like me, but how can you say such things about me? Because of the second son, my relationship with my elder sister wasn’t great, but it hasn’t come to a matter of life and death. Now that she’s on her deathbed, how can I be happy? Third young lady, one must be responsible for their words."

"Ha! You vile woman!" Xie Qinyun stood with her hands on her hips and retorted, "How am I irresponsible with my words? Do you think no one knows how your sister fell into the lotus pond? It was none other than you, the vile woman, who pushed her."

"When did I push her? It was clear that my sister slipped and fell into the pond by accident, and I even jumped in to save her. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to swim and ended up being the one rescued, sister, your fate is indeed lamentable..."

"Someone saw you push her into the water with their own eyes."

"Who? If you don’t clarify, I will... I will... die right before your eyes!" Concubine Du was confident in her arrangements, certain that no one could have seen her push Miss Du into the water.

Xie Qinyun replied confidently, "I, myself, witnessed it. Isn’t that enough?"

"You... you are framing me."

Xie Qinyun responded with a cold snort, "Why would I bother to frame you? You are just a concubine, nothing more than a servant in the Jie Residence. Even if she dies, you won’t have an easy time. You killed a person, don’t you understand that murderers must pay with their lives? Haha, you still aspire to become the legitimate wife, it’s pure delusion and fantasy. Let me tell you, I will definitely persuade my father to find another wife for my brother, and you shall remain a concubine even if you die."

Xie Qinyun’s words made Concubine Du tremble all over.

Her greatest ambition in life was to become the legitimate wife. Her mother was a concubine, and although she was a miss of the Du Residence, she was barely a step above a servant, certainly not a true mistress. After her marriage with Du Xintong, he had a legitimate wife, and she was once again a concubine. She had spent her entire life trying to rid herself of the status of being born out of wedlock and of being a concubine, to become a true mistress, if only for a moment.

She couldn’t let this dying girl ruin her grand plan, nor could she act like a rabid dog biting everyone in sight.

To pull off the performance, she made a decision.