The wife of Duke Kangle has always been proud of her noble status and does not look down on the frail and sickly Prince Jiang of Marquis Wu'an, whose parents have both passed away. Over the years, she has often discussed the right and wrong of the Marquis Wu'an Mansion with the ladies she is friendly with.

However, for the sake of her son, she had to find Jiang Shi, but she couldn't let go of her face and wanted to use her status as an elder and the first-rank Duke of Kangle to oppress him.

However, how could Prince Jiang, who didn't even have to kneel before the emperor, be intimidated by her?

Seeing that Jiang Shi was unmoved, Lady Kangle was a little angry, but she had to lower her stance. However, Jiang Shi still refused to give in.

The young man has an upright posture, neither humble nor arrogant, with clear and elegant features, and one can vaguely see the handsome and high-spirited appearance of the Marquis of Wu'an back then.

Lady Kangle was a little dazed.

He said in a clear voice, "If a prince breaks the law, he is punished just like a commoner, let alone Master Xu. I hope that after this visit to the Dali Temple, he will realize his mistakes and refrain from doing such things that nearly kill people in the future."

His words reminded Duke Kangle of the Marquis of Wu'an.

He was a famous and romantic figure in the capital who amazed countless people in their youth.

Marquis Wu'an also once said, "The prince who breaks the law is guilty of the same crime as the common people." He would lend a helping hand to anyone who came to him for help, even if the one at fault was a powerful member of the royal family, he would argue with reason and refuse to give in.

If Marquis Wu'an had not been a general, he would have been a good official who did practical things for the people.

How many young girls have never seen any other man since they met Marquis Wu'an. Some noble ladies are even willing to be slaves or concubines just to be by his side.

However, Marquis Wu'an only had Lan Luozhu in his eyes and heart, and he politely rejected all advances from other women.

Perhaps it was God's pity that his talent died on the battlefield just after their child was born.

Lan Luozhu also died in childbirth.

Lady Kangle looked at Jiang Shi's gentle and aloof appearance, and cursed him inwardly, saying that he was indeed born by a mother but not raised by a father, and was so unkind. She wondered if his fate in the future would be any better than that of Marquis Wu'an and his wife!

Jiang Shi refused to give in. She was angry and resentful. When she was at her wit's end, a letter was delivered to her.

Lady Kangle opened it and took a look, slightly startled. "Will it be useful to find Jiang Shi's fiancée?"

The love story of the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife is still circulating in the capital.

Everyone says that Marquis Wu'an is a passionate man, infatuated and loyal.

Lady Kangle sneered.

When she and Duke Kangle were young, they were a loving couple that everyone envied.

The two were childhood sweethearts and young husband and wife, but now they have been married for only 22 years and have already reached the point where they are tired of each other.

When Duke Kangle was young, he promised her that he would never have other intentions in his life, but now there are a lot of beautiful girls in his backyard. The eldest illegitimate son is thirteen years old, only seven years younger than the eldest son Xu Naiming!

If the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife had not died, they would probably be like her and Duke Kangle now, at most maintaining the illusion of affection on the surface.

There is no such thing as true love in this world.

The wife of Duke Kangle saw through Duke Kangle and had given up on him, but she could not give up her own son.

She was at her wit's end and could only do as the letter said and find a way to meet Jiang Shi's fiancée.

But this Miss Yu from Chen County came to the capital in February, and now it is December, and she has only gone out three times.

Once she went out to buy jewelry, once she attended Princess Yun's birthday banquet, and another time she went to the palace to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

Lady Kangle had never seen a girl who was so reluctant to go out.

After she carefully inquired about Yu Tanqi's identity, her expression became more contemptuous.

It turns out that he was also a poor child who lost his mother at a young age. No wonder he seldom went out.

But if I can't invite Yu Tanqi out, I won't be able to see her.

Lady Kangle frowned.

At this time, another letter was delivered to her.

…

In late December, the first snow fell in the capital.

When Yu Tanqi woke up, she heard Tao Hua excitedly say, "Miss, it's snowing for the first time. It's snowing heavily and it's so beautiful."

Yu Tanqi immediately perked up and was no longer afraid of the cold. "Help me up and put on some clothes."

After she put on her clothes, she walked out of the house happily with the warm hot water bottle in her hands.

Linlang walked beside her holding an umbrella, Taohua and Danhua walked behind them holding an umbrella, and the four masters and servants enjoyed the beauty of the first snow together.

Heavy snow was floating in the sky, and everything was gradually covered with white snow. Frost condensed, and everything was wrapped in silver.

Yu Tanqi couldn't help but stretch out a hand and spread out his palm, wanting to catch the light and clear snowflakes.

The cold snow scene sets off the girl's slender and elegant figure. The red cloak wraps her pink and pretty face. Her eyes are clear and bright, revealing a pure, clear and light look.

Jiang Shi saw Yu Tanqi standing on the snow from afar. She was dressed in a red dress and looked gorgeous, like a red plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow.

No matter what color the clothes are, they look particularly beautiful and eye-catching on her.

Jiang Shi curled his lips and walked towards her with an umbrella. His steps were steady but fast, and he soon arrived in front of her.

Yu Tanqi looked at him in surprise: "Zi'an, didn't you go to the Imperial College today?"

Jiang Shi smiled gently and said, "It's the first snow today. The Imperial College is closed. I can enjoy the beauty of the first snow with you."

He had told her before that after the first snow, the emperor would issue an order to suspend court and school. She said happily, "That's great! When it snows harder, we can have a snowball fight. Have you ever had a snowball fight?"

Jiang Shi shook his head gently: "No."

His childhood was really too boring. Every year when it snowed, he would just stand in front of the window and watch the snow for a while. No one would ask him to play snowball fights.

Yu Tanqi's eyes curved. "It's okay. I'll teach you. It's fun. The more people there are, the more fun it is. You can ask Danqing to come and play with you."

It was rare for her to be so lively and happy.

Jiang Shi's eyes were indulgent and doting: "Okay."

The snow fell heavier and heavier, the wind was cold, and the boy's hands holding the umbrella turned slightly red.

Yu Tanqi quickly handed him the hot water bottle in her hand: "Your hands are red, take the hot water bottle and warm them up. Although you are a man, you should also pay attention to keeping warm. It's freezing cold, and catching a cold will not be good."

Jiang Shi's heart softened, and he curled his lips and said gently, "I'm not cold. Hold the hot water bottle and don't let yourself get cold."

Yu Tanqi insisted on handing the hot water bottle to him and reached out to take the umbrella from his hand. "I'm not cold either. You hold it and I'll hold the umbrella."

Suddenly, a warm and soft hot water bottle was stuffed into his hand, with the sweet and soft body fragrance unique to a young girl. His black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally held the hot water bottle tightly.

He was a head taller than her, so she had to raise her hands high to prevent the oil-paper umbrella from blocking his view.

This is a bit tiring.

Yu Tanqi was delicate and her arms felt sore after a while. She pursed her lips slightly and wanted to hold on, but a gust of cold wind blew and she shivered. She almost lost her grip on the umbrella handle and her slender body was pulled towards Jiang Shi's chest.

Jiang Shichang stretched out his hand and easily took her into his arms.

The oil-paper umbrella in her hand fell to the ground.