Daily Life of Raising a Wife in the Hou Mansion

(The next ancient book is "Gao Marry", children can collect it~) Everyone in Chang'an City praised Li Wan for his good fortune. He had been married to the Marquis Mansion for twenty years, and his husband and wife were harmonious and had children. In the past, Li Wan was glad that she could marry Pei Qing more than once. He fulfilled all the fantasies she had about her husband when she was in the boudoir. He was from a wealthy family, handsome in appearance, talented and elegant in temperament. It wasn't until she got married that she realized that the other person was different from what she thought. He would stand up when she was ridiculed by others, and then personally teach her how to be a good mistress of the Hou Mansion. He will also take good care of her when she is sick, and comfort her gently when she is sad, just like a good husband. But he would also quickly darken his face because she glanced at another man at the banquet, and in the dead of night, he would ask her over and over again who the person she liked was. She may even be unhappy because she spends too much time on her children. At first, she only thought that this was their unique way of getting along as a couple. But as her children grew up, she felt that this man was a lunatic. So after her children got married, Li Wan took the initiative and handed over the palace to her daughter-in-law, and went to her hometown in Qingzhou to recuperate on the grounds of feeling unwell. It was night, with heavy rain and thunder and lightning. A man who had become more elegant and calm after years of precipitation slowly walked into the house. His deep eyes were firmly locked on the pale man on the couch, "Wanwan, are you trying to hide from me?" "Can you escape it?" Note: 1. Ancient parental love, the hero and heroine in the beginning have children. 2. The copy will be left on December 23, 2025. 3. Pure emotional flow, daily writing. 3. Male and female lead, double c, Weibo: @jinjiangqiaoyan Intention: Everything in the past is a prologue