Favoring Concubines Over Wives? I Remarry the Crown Prince and Exterminate the Scumbag and His Entire Family

In the ten-mile long street, with joy and happiness, Jiang Zhaoying married into the Song Marquis Mansion.

But who knew that her husband, Song Chengyu, had died on the wedding bed?

She ...

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Take her as a concubine

This life.

Her hands are destined to be stained with blood, and she is destined to take these lives!

The whistling wind, carrying moisture, kept blowing into the carriage, making Jiang Zhaoying's cheeks feel even colder.

Raise your hand.

She gently wiped away the tears on her face, lifted the curtain and looked at Jiang Zhiyu, who was standing there motionless with a pale face.

Like a child who has done something wrong, at a loss as to what to do!

Qiangwei looked at him with heartache, then suddenly turned around and ran towards Jiang Zhaoying's carriage, choking with sobs.

"Miss, please hit me and scold me, but don't blame the young master. The young master only asked me to send the headgear to you, and didn't ask me to come for help. He said that Miss is married and has her own things to deal with, so he shouldn't bother Miss anymore. But I know, besides Miss, who else can really help the young master?"

Jiang Zhaoying stared at Qiangwei coldly. She could see the affection in her eyes. She leaned over slightly and asked Qiangwei.

"There are already more than a dozen women in his yard, and you still like him so much?"

Qiangwei's face turned panicky and she waved her hands hurriedly, but she still spoke seriously.

"In my eyes, the young master is a very good young master."

At least when they were sick, the young master would give them money, arrange for doctors, let them rest, and he would never beat or scold them.

"Qiangwei, I want you to be my aunt, are you willing?"

Qiangwei suddenly raised her head and looked at Jiang Zhaoying in disbelief. The joy in her eyes gradually condensed, and finally her eyes lit up. She ignored the wetness on the ground and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jiang Zhaoying.

"I am willing!"

"Go ahead."

The ends of Jiang Zhaoying's sharp eyebrows softened unconsciously.

Qiangwei happily stood up and ran towards Jiang Zhiyu. Looking at the handsome young master with a nervous expression and tears in his eyes, she, who had always abided by the rules, threw herself into Jiang Zhiyu's arms.

"Miss."

Shu Yun looked at Qiangwei's bold action and was so scared that she grabbed Jiang Zhaoying's sleeve.

Qiangwei was a maid taught by Nanny Li. She was the most well-behaved maid on weekdays. Even when she fell in love with the young master, she hid it very well and never overstepped the line.

"Fools have good fortune."

Jiang Zhaoying sighed softly. After her brother died in her previous life, Qiangwei committed suicide next to his grave.

When the right opportunity came, she explained everything to Princess Tingyun. After making sure that Princess Tingyun would not like Jiang Zhiyu, Jiang Zhaoying thought that she would marry Qiangwei in a formal ceremony and then separate the family for them to live on their own.

at the moment.

She could only be forced to be a concubine.

Qiangwei is just a servant, so it doesn't matter if she is promoted. My aunt shouldn't have any thoughts about it.

but.

Jiang Zhaoying looked at the stunned Jiang Zhiyu and the extremely happy Qiangwei. She was just a maid now, but that didn't mean she would still be a maid in the future!

"Shuyun, go back to the Jiang residence and tell Aunt Li to make Qiangwei her aunt first and arrange a suitable courtyard for her. Don't let her live with the concubines. Let her take care of my brother. Also, have the people in the residence keep an eye on the actions of my aunt and her three daughters, and also keep an eye on my brother, and don't let him make trouble again."

"yes."

Shu Yun nodded, then got off the carriage with Feicui, caught up with Jiang Zhiyu and Qiangwei, and they got on the carriage together and headed towards the Jiang Mansion.

After returning to the Song Mansion.

The moment Shu Yu came towards her, Jiang Zhaoying fell down.

Shu Yu's face turned pale with shock and he rushed over.

Si Nan knew that she was injured and angry, so he followed her closely and picked her up the moment she fell.

Several people escorted their master back to the house quickly. Shu Yu turned and went into the inner room, bringing out a box.

Sinan was guarding outside.

Jiang Zhaoying was lying on the couch. Shu Yu cut the clothes on her back with scissors. When he saw the scars on her back, he was so scared that his hands began to tremble.

On the roof.

The prince's secret guard Ziying descended silently, lifted a tile, took a quick look, and quickly put it back.

Think about it.

His ears turned red and he flew silently across the roof towards the prince.

"Miss, I applied the medicine to you according to the order written by Madam. I found that if you follow Madam's instructions, the wound will heal faster and won't even leave scars."

When they have nothing to do, they will look through the lady's notes and write down everything therein.

In their eyes.

The lady is like a fairy from heaven, mysterious and capable. Her notes contain everything, and each article is very comprehensive. In addition to the text, there are also lifelike paintings, which are both popular and easy to understand.

"Come, have some porridge."

After treating the wound, Shu Yu saw that Jiang Zhaoying looked pale, so she hurried forward to feed her some porridge, and asked someone to invite Doctor Zhou over.

When Shu Yun and Feicui came back, Jiang Zhaoying had just laid down on the bed.

"Why are you half an hour late?"

Normally they would come back right after finishing their work, so why were they late this time?

"This servant and Feicui went to ask around the Shen Mansion. Miss, it seems that Miss Shen is very ill. Doctor Guang saw three of them coming in and out."

"Also, a maid from the Shen family entered the Song residence and went to Madam Song's courtyard."

"Miss, would you like me to go and inquire again?"

Shu Yun walked forward to check what medicine the young lady had just used and asked softly. Jiang Zhaoying shook her head.

"Don't worry about them. Go wash up, eat something and go to sleep. There will be things to do tomorrow."

"The servant will sleep with the young lady."

After Shu Yun finished speaking, he turned to look at Shu Yu.

"Shu Yu, take Feicui downstairs to rest, and then arrange Si Nan's room."

"yes."

Although Shu Yu has a bad temper, he is still very obedient to Shu Yun.

Half an hour later.

The small house was left with only some lights turned off and became quiet.

Maybe it was because of the injuries on her body. She was obviously tired and sleepy, but she couldn't sleep well. The pain made her fall into a nightmare. When the flames surrounded her, Jiang Zhaoying felt hot and suffocated.

Many scenes flashed before her eyes. In her dream, she almost experienced all the pain of her previous life again. The pain... The pain was so severe that she felt as if the bones in her body were breaking one by one. Life was worse than death!

"Why isn't Miss awake yet?"

An anxious voice rang in her ears, which was not very clear, as if it came from far away. Jiang Zhaoying frowned slightly. She wanted to know whose voice it was, but she couldn't open her eyes, which made her very unhappy.

She ran forward, and kept running. Even though she was exhausted, she gritted her teeth and continued. Only when she broke through the black fog and rushed into the light did she narrow her eyes.

"Miss? Miss is awake, Doctor Zhou, Miss is awake."

The young man called Doctor Zhou hurriedly stood up and came over to feel Jiang Zhaoying's pulse. It took a while for his tightly furrowed brows to relax.

"The fever has subsided, give him the medicine quickly."

"good."

Shu Yun nodded, and together with Shu Yu, they helped Jiang Zhaoying up, put her in their arms, and then fed her little by little.

Jiang Zhaoying drank it all in one breath and waited for a long time before she really opened her eyes and rubbed her painful forehead.

"How long have I been ill?"