The slight pain in his arm was negligible to Xie Zhao. Even if he had to use a cruel trick, he would keep Jiang Yuzhu tightly by his side.

It was late at night and only a thin layer of light remained from the oil lamp.

Xie Zhao first added lamp oil and lit the wick, then went to the kitchen and brought back two bowls of steaming meat wontons.

The wonton soup was topped with seaweed and a few small shrimps, and the soup was very fresh.

"This smell is from the cook in the Jiang Mansion?"

Jiang Yuzhu blew on it and couldn't wait to drink a mouthful of the soup.

The smell was too familiar, so she asked suspiciously.

Xie Zhao pushed the appetizer over and nodded in agreement.

"Mother once said that whenever Madam is sick or frightened, she would feel better after eating a bowl of hot wontons."

The cook was from the northwest, brought from Jiang Fulu's hometown, and had been working in the Jiang Mansion since Jiang Yuzhu was very young.

Xie Zhao sent someone to deliver a letter to the Jiang family. Before leaving, Chen had no other requests and handed the cook over.

Jiang Yuzhu squinted her eyes and took a bite of wonton. After surviving the disaster, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart and asked hurriedly, "What about mother..."

"Don't worry, Madam. I have already made all the arrangements."

Take this opportunity to involve all the enemies and deal with them, waiting for them to lose their composure.

Jiang Yuzhu felt wronged, and Xie Zhao took his anger out on a wide range of people.

After rescuing the people, Xie Zhao did not make it public, but waited to find the Xuan family, the Wei family and other families to make trouble.

After eating wontons and drinking a bowl of hot tea, the pain in her lower abdomen had subsided. Jiang Yuzhu narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and asked, "Have you found out who is behind this?"