Almost as soon as Jiang Zhiyu finished speaking, Jiang Kang'an's expression instantly twisted.

Knowing that the anesthetic had worn off and the pain was starting to set in, Jiang Zhiyu grabbed Jiang Kang'an's legs and massaged them to relieve the pain.

Jiang Kangan bit his lips tightly, his face turned pale with pain, but he tried hard not to scream out, just groaned a few times.

Because it was so painful, he had no time to avoid suspicion. After he was through that, he was covered in sweat and looked extremely embarrassed.

But Jiang Kangan's eyes were sparkling and he was very happy.

After five years, he finally felt his legs again! If Jiang Zhiyu hadn't been there, he would have burst into tears by now if he hadn't maintained his composure as the eldest brother.

[If you want to cry, just cry. The child is quite concerned about his reputation.]

Jiang Kangan: “…”

He is seventeen years old and his twelve-year-old sister calls him a child in her heart. Jiang Kang'an's eyes are empty. Forget it, as long as she is happy.

Master Jiang, who had been busy all day, was also sleepy. She yawned and told Jiang Kangan some precautions: "The wound cannot be exposed to water for the time being. You should rest in bed for the next few days. Take one pill of this medicine after meals every day. After seven days, you can try to walk."

Jiang Kangan and Ah Fu nodded simultaneously. Jiang Zhiyu waved his hand, turned around with a look of a hermit, and took a step forward, almost tripping over the threshold.

Ah Fu supported her almost in a flash.

As soon as he caught her, Ah Fu's eyes widened and he looked at Jiang Zhiyu nervously. Then, he saw that her eyes were dazed.

I was so sleepy that I lost consciousness.

Ah Fu didn't know what to do, and looked at Jiang Kang'an who was half leaning on the bed for help.

"Send her back, don't let anyone else see her."

Ah Fu nodded slightly, and his figure instantly disappeared into the night.

…

After quietly putting Jiang Zhiyu on the bed, Ah Fu returned immediately and did not notice that Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes after he left.

Jiang Zhiyu was indeed very sleepy. The surgery and the ability of space consumed most of her energy, but when Ah Fu caught her, she forced herself to be alert.

With such a fast reaction speed and such body skills, it is obvious that he is not an ordinary servant.

Lying on the soft bed, Jiang Zhiyu fell into a dream and couldn't help thinking: Since Ah Fu is so powerful, why was he killed by that group of people?

She fell asleep, while on the other side, in Menghua Garden, the lights were still on, which was rare.

Since Mrs. Du came into the family, Xu Youran never slept in the same room with Jiang Zhaorong again. Because of the guilt in his heart, Jiang Zhaorong didn't say anything. On weekdays, he slept in Mrs. Du's room.

To go to the Cuiwei Pavilion of the Du family, one must pass by Menghua Garden. Jiang Zhaorong looked at the dim light and his steps were a little hesitant.

He knew that Xu Youran had resentment towards him, and he had thought about easing the relationship, but as long as Mrs. Du was still around, there would always be a thorn between them.

Mrs. Du gave birth to a daughter and a son for him, and there was absolutely no way he would abandon them.

Similarly, he couldn't let go of Xu Youran.

Jiang Zhaorong closed his eyes and recalled in his mind the time when Xu Youran, with her beautiful smile, sweetly called him Ronglang.

Jiang Zhaorong took a deep breath and walked in.

Xu Youran sat at the table, seemingly writing something. Her eyes were still a little red from crying. Jiang Zhaorong waved his hand to signal the maids to leave, then opened his arms and hugged her from behind.

"Kang An was saved by a miracle doctor. It's a great thing. Why are you so sad?"

Xu Youran didn't answer and continued writing.

Jiang Zhaorong took a quick glance, and just one glance made him feel cold all over.

What Xu Youran wrote was actually a divorce letter!

Jiang Zhaorong was shocked and angry. In a rage, he picked up a few books on the chopping board and threw them to the ground.

Xu Youran looked at him indifferently: "Why bother to come here and act wild?"

"I'm acting wild? Do you know what you're doing? Today is supposed to be a happy day, what are you doing?!"

Jiang Zhaorong pointed at her nose and said, "Haven't I been tolerant enough over the years? Go out and see, every family has several concubines waiting for them. In my family, there's only one Du. Why are you so jealous?"

Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, Xu Youran sneered.

"It was you who knelt at my door and promised never to take a concubine. Now, I am the one who is jealous?"

Xu Youran looked at him stubbornly with tears in her eyes.

Looking at a beauty under the lamp, she is still three times more beautiful.

Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, tears flowed out, her thin shoulders shrugged slightly, and she kept whimpering in grievance.

Jiang Zhaorong's expression softened instantly.

He sighed and held Xu Youran in his arms.

"That's not what I meant. I was just so angry when I saw you writing the divorce papers... The promise we made back then is forever valid. I will never want anyone else in my life except you."

"I don't care!" Xu Youran pushed him away. "Let me ask you, do you know who the old lady left in Kang'an's yard?"

Jiang Zhaorong was stunned and shook his head.

Xu Youran's expression brightened slightly. She picked up a few pieces of paper from the chopping board and handed them to him. "Look! The servants in Kang'an's courtyard are all those thieves and robbers. Not only are they usually lax, they even dare to bully their master! These are the people your mother arranged for Kang'an's courtyard!"

Jiang Zhaorong looked at the words carefully and became angrier and angrier.

Who among those who work in the Prime Minister's residence is not of clean origin? Yet, in his eldest son's courtyard, he unleashed so many evildoers. If this wasn't targeting him, what else could it be?

No wonder Xu Youran was so angry and even wanted to divorce him.

Jiang Zhaorong looked distraught as he looked at Xu Youran with regret. He said, "I'll go find my mother right away. She's old now and can't handle the household anymore. You'll still be in charge of the household from now on."

Having achieved her goal, Xu Youran remained silent, saying, "Why don't you go find Madam Du? Doesn't the old lady think she's better than me in every way and intend to make her her equal wife?"

It had been many years since he had heard her act so petty. Jiang Zhaorong felt a mixture of nostalgia and novelty, and smiled flatteringly, "How can she compare to you? She's just a concubine."

Xu Youran didn't respond. She tilted her head to look at the paper in Jiang Zhaorong's hand, raised her chin and nodded. Jiang Zhaorong's throat tightened when she saw her delicate look.

"I'll go right away, right away."

Only after watching him walk out of the yard did the smile on Xu Youran's face disappear.

She wanted this power only so that she could protect her children. Her old feelings for Jiang Zhaorong turned into ice after hearing his few words.

"Yue'er, turn off the lights and lock the gate."

"Then the Prime Minister..."

Yue'er looked at Xu Youran and immediately lowered her head, saying respectfully, "Yes."

…

The autumn wind is bleak and the chill is rising.

The next morning, Jiang Zhaorong, with several scratches on his face, handed the account book and the list of servants in the mansion to Xu Youran.

As he still had to attend court, he did not stay long, but simply said a few words and left.

Xu Youran flipped through the roster, pointed with her slender fingers, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.