Jiang Wan fell off a cliff to save her stepson, losing her memory for three years.
Upon returning home, her husband had already married a new wife.
Her husband doted on the new wife exc...
Having achieved her goal, Jiang Wan did not wish to linger and returned to her own courtyard.
As soon as I entered, Biluo came over and took out a stack of letters: "They were sent from the pavilion."
After leaving Linglong Pavilion, Jiang Wan handed over the affairs to her subordinates.
Because important matters required her approval, they would exchange letters every few days.
Tucked among the pile of letters was a pink stationery note, soft in texture, which stood out prominently.
Biluo recognized him at a glance, and covered her mouth with a smile, saying, "Young Master Aning has sent another letter!"
"This man is strange. You treated his injuries three years ago, and he paid so much money. You said you were even, but he still sends you letters every now and then."
Jiang Wan never replied to any of these letters, yet he never gave up.
That's really persistent.
As Biluo was lost in thought, she was surprised to see Jiang Wan walk to the table and grind ink with her delicate hands.
He wrote a few lines, blew on the ink to dry them, and put them in an envelope.
“Send it back to Young Master Aning.”
"He will send another letter in the next few days, remember to give it to me immediately," Jiang Wan instructed. "Don't delay."
Biluo was puzzled.
"Time is of the essence, please ask him for a small favor," Jiang Wan said calmly.
Biluo quickly agreed and said with a smile, "Yes."
Three years later, Young Master Aning finally received a reply from his wife. He must be overjoyed.
Biluo took note and waited at the door whenever she had free time.
But after waiting for four days, there was still no news.
As night fell, Jiang Wan read by candlelight when Biluo entered through the door and whispered, "Madam, there has still been no reply."
Jiang Wan looked up.
The day after tomorrow will be the dinner party that Song Ziyu mentioned.
Judging by the timing, she should have received a reply long ago.
Fortunately, she had already learned not to place her hopes on others.
She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment: "It's alright. Go to the Duke of Pei's mansion and give a message to Old Madam Sheng."