Jiang Liu's eyes lit up instantly.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely find that medical book for you! But..."

Jiang Liu rubbed his hands together and smiled ingratiatingly, "You can't get things done without money."

"Out of money again?"

Jiang Xue frowned. "Didn't I just give you fifty taels a few days ago?"

"Fifty taels is nothing. It'll be gone in one meal at a gluttonous restaurant. You know, all the friends I make are from wealthy families. When they inherit titles and official positions, they'll all have connections in the officialdom!"

Jiang Liu said proudly, "You can't even befriend ordinary people!"

Jiang Xue took out fifty taels from the box, "Spend it sparingly."

Jiang Liu received the silver notes and left satisfied.

The small Buddhist shrine in the Marquis's residence.

Jiang Jiaojiao sat cross-legged on a futon, cracking melon seeds and chatting with the sea of ​​memorial tablets.

That's right.

They were just chatting.

“Since you have given me a chance to start over, I will naturally repay your kindness. As long as I live, I will never let you stop making offerings to me as before.”

"If you could also bless me with beauty, wealth, and a good husband..."

call--

A gust of cold wind swept by and extinguished the two incense sticks.

Jiang Jiaojiao: "..."

"Why are you being so petty? I was just saying it, I wasn't angry."

Jiang Jiaojiao quickly got up and relit the incense and candles.

The candlelight flickered, giving the impression that it might be extinguished at the slightest provocation.

Jiang Jiaojiao was embarrassed. How many years had it been like this? Why was she still so temperamental? "You've been a ghost before, at least let me finish what I have to say, okay?"

The candle flame gradually stabilized.

Jiang Jiaojiao sat down cross-legged and continued to ramble, "I'm only doing this because I feel sorry for you. You know, when I get married, I can't take you all with me, right? So... you have to bless me to marry well, and that I can come back every now and then to continue your family line, right?"

"Of course, as compensation, I can reluctantly do my part to save the Marquis's mansion, and also save your two legitimate descendants."

These words were spoken.

The candlelight in the entire Buddhist hall instantly brightened the space.

It clearly speaks to the hearts of our ancestors. In their previous life, the eldest brother died in a fight, the second brother died in depression, and the father, an old man, lost his son and was devastated, bedridden. Who would care about the ancestral hall to worship them?

"but--"

Jiang Jiaojiao gasped for breath, and the candlelight began to flicker again.

"Look, look, you're getting angry again, aren't you?"

"If you keep doing this, I'm not going to talk to you anymore!"

The candle flame immediately stabilized.

Jiang Jiaojiao then continued, "I only helped them out of a moment of convenience. If they are stubborn and refuse to listen to advice, and insist on courting death, they can't blame me."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The door to the Buddhist hall was kicked open with a loud bang!

Jiang Jiaojiao's older brother, sporting a full beard, rushed in.

hehe--

It's true what they say, speak of the devil and he appears.

And here comes the one who's courting death.

The candlelight in the room flickered violently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, creating a sense of the frenzy before a storm.

Jiang Jingtian's voice boomed like thunder, "Did you go and sleep with the Seventh Prince?! Did you?!"

"Do you even realize that the whole city knows about this?! How am I supposed to face my fellow disciples?!"

"How could I have a sister like you!"

"Come with me! I'm going to sever our sibling relationship in front of all our fellow disciples!" Jiang Jingtian roared furiously, while forcefully pulling on Jiang Jiaojiao's arm!

His roar was like thunder.

The shock actually knocked over the memorial tablet of the old Marquis Jiang, which was enshrined at the bottom. Jiang Jiaojiao quickly reached out to support the tablet.

I stumbled as I picked it up; it felt as if it weighed a ton.

Jiang Jiaojiao landed heavily on her bottom. Not only that, but she also pulled the burly Jiang Jingtian down with her, causing him to fall flat on his back, seeing stars!

Jiang Jingtian was stunned after the fall, and it took him a long time to get up from the ground.

He actually got pulled down by Jiang Jiaojiao?!

Jiang Jingtian refused to believe it and went to pull again.

It didn't budge an inch!

The ancestors are angry!

Jiang Jiaojiao was secretly pleased, but her face was full of disdain. "Heh, with your meager strength, you dare to say you've inherited your grandfather's divine power and want to restore the Marquis's mansion's prestige?"

"You're supposed to be your master's top disciple? They're all just a bunch of swindlers and con artists!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... Severing sibling ties? Fine!"

Jiang Jiaojiao laughed inwardly, her face full of mockery and disdain, "You'll break it when you can lift that giant cauldron in your yard!"

Jiang Jingtian's eyes widened in disbelief.

Jiang Jiaojiao's barbed and sarcastic remarks struck Jiang Jingtian's chest like a ton of bricks, making him doubt his master, himself, and the meaning of life...

Jiang Jingtian fell into deep self-doubt...

He glanced at Jiang Jiaojiao, then at his own hands, and turned to leave.

He'll go lift the tripod right now!

As soon as Jiang Jingtian left, Jiang Jiaojiao burst into laughter. Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps and quickly stopped laughing, turning around to look.

He met his second brother Jiang Lingtian's gloomy face!

Oh--

Another one courting death?

Jiang Lingtian, dressed in an academy robe, looked travel-worn and remained silent, staring intently at Jiang Jiaojiao as if he wanted to torture her to death with his gaze!

He stared at Jiang Jiaojiao until her scalp tingled, then coldly uttered a sentence and stormed off!

"I don't have a sister like you!"

Jiang Jiaojiao: "..."

Another one who wants to sever ties with her as a sibling?

Jiang Jiaojiao looked up at the flickering candlelight in front of the memorial tablet and sighed silently. The road to saving the direct descendants of these two is long and arduous!

In a daze.

Jiang Jiaojiao lay down on the futon and fell asleep, and even had a dream, a dream about...

A group of people were beating up a man and stealing his book, and then... they appeared as if a god had descended from the heavens!

He led a group of servants to rush over, rescued the man, and retrieved the book.

In her dream, Jiang Jiaojiao felt very strange. She clearly didn't know that man, so why was she dreaming about him? And why did she want to save him?

I'm thinking about it.

The scene shifts, and it's back to the man being beaten, and you rush over to save him again, and then... it happens all over again!

He was saved seven times!

That's when I snapped out of it!

It was already broad daylight!

The candles in front of the memorial tablet were sparse, and exactly seven had gone out!

Good heavens!

Is this a message from her ancestors in a dream?