After the evening banquet ended, everyone returned to their own rooms.
In Wutong Courtyard, Yang Mingcheng kept his brows knitted, unable to understand why Yang Zhengshan wanted him to inherit the title now.
Wang, however, had a face full of delight, and kept muttering, "From now on, I'll be the Marchioness?"
"Haha, from now on, I'll be the Marchioness!"
"Hehe, the Marchioness!"
Her big, pancake-like face was covered in a foolish grin, making her look like a total simpleton.
"Enough, stop muttering!" Yang Mingcheng was starting to feel irritated by her noise.
"Dear, aren't you happy? From now on, you'll be the Marquis, and I'll be the Marchioness!" Wang said with a chuckle.
Think of it—she had once been a village woman, and her identity and status had risen with the Yang Family's ascent, but Yang Mingcheng had never held an official post in the army, so she had not even received a title.
People like Li and Liang both had titles on them, yet she, as the eldest daughter-in-law of the Yang Family, was only an ordinary madam.
Although she had never brought up these things, she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that Yang Zhengshan wanted to pass the title to Yang Mingcheng, she was going to become the Marchioness too.
A first-rank Marchioness!
That was above the regular ranks.
Her status would be even higher than a first-rank Lady of Title.
Yang Mingcheng looked at this foolish woman, his eyes full of gloom.
I'm already simple enough, so how are you still this stupid!
"I can't compare to our Dad, and you can't compare to Mother either! If Dad passes the title to me, then from now on we'll have to hold up the Yang Family's dignity! You'd better think it through!"
Wang was