Rong Yuanhua's salary is pretty decent as a third-class household minister, and Liu is the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Beijing, so he has no shortage of money.

Since entering Rongfu, there have been carved beams and painted buildings along the way, and the corridors and buildings have been magnificent.

It is almost comparable to the mansion of the Yipin Dayuan's house.

Zhuang Tang saw all this in his eyes, and took a deep look at Rong Yuanhua with his head sideways. He smiled rather than smiled, "Master Rong is really luxurious and magnificent."

With a dry smile on Rong Yuanhua's greasy face, he wiped the cold sweat from his face when he heard the words, "It's easy to say, it's all made by the craftsman at his wife's expense."

Liu clan dropped a giant pot from the sky: "???"

Zhuang Tang pulled his lower lip and said no more, pretending to take Rong Huang's hand, enduring the urge to rub the girl's tender fingers, and walked forward with a cold face.

As soon as he walked into the main hall, Rong Yuanhua told Liu, "Madam, take Sister Huang to the side hall, and I will be here with the son."

Liu looked at Rong Huang with a smile, and his shrewd eyes didn't know what it meant, "The concubine, please."

Rong Huang was not at all afraid of Liu's making things difficult for her, so he turned his chin and walked into the side hall.

The Liu family and a group of aunts and concubines followed into the side hall.

Rong Huang's buttocks had just landed on the chair above, before he could sit still, Liu's troubles came.

"Who asked you to sit there?" Liu's voice was high-pitched, and his originally meek and peaceful face became mean. "It's just married to a son, so you dare to be ignorant?"

Her Qiong Er will be the concubine or even the queen in the future, so what is Rong Huang?

It's just a concubine who is very happy to use it. An empty frame, the princess empress will definitely not make her feel better.

Liu did not know that in the previous two days, Rong Huang had tossed Princess Duan to the point of splitting her personality.

Rong Huang: Oh, humiliating.

What should I do if I want to hammer someone?

Shui Shui urged on the side and shouted excitedly, "Hurry up, the king, blast her head!"

Rong Huang: "..."

Mostly Shui Shui has been with her for a long time, and it has also deteriorated.

However, the most important thing at this time is not this, but...

Rong Huang sat motionless on the top chair, even pouring himself a cup of tea leisurely.

The tea cover gently slid the tea leaves, making a slight noise, making Liu and Wei Qiong's group look different.

Liu's holding the veil, it seemed that the next second he would rush to the tea cup that had taken Rong Huang, and splash his backhand on Rong Huang's face.

"Rong Huang, are you ignoring my words? I'm your mother!"

Rong Huang raised his soft brows, and his stern face was somewhat bluffing, "What mother? My mother has long been alive, maybe she will be reincarnated, what kind of mother are you?"

"My mother is Rong Yuanhua, the first wife who brought in from the front door with Rong Yuanhua, three media and six hires. You are just a step-family who was promoted from your aunt. What qualifications do you have to be my mother?"

"I believe you went to my mother's tablet to serve tea when you became a regular wife? You really don't have any. No wonder you have no friends."

The three words "no friend" deeply pierced Liu's heart.

As everyone knows, the Liu family was promoted from aunt, and those women from the noble family do not look down on her at all, so naturally they would not play with her.

Liu's slender body swayed, and Wei Qiong was supporting him to avoid falling down. He tremblingly pointed at Rong Huang, "I am the master's wife, and naturally your mother!"

Rong Huang snorted, greeted several aunts and concubines to sit down, and then aimed his gun at Liu's.