Jiang Qingwan shook her head.
Lian'er sighed, just then Li Dou called out from outside.
She hurriedly took the handkerchief, draped it aside, and went out to bring in a soup bowl, talking incessantly.
"The hangover soup I made for you is at just the right temperature, please drink it."
"You're still troubled by this, and you're so hungover. Why did you send the Prince to Consort Su's place last night? Although I've never been married and don't understand the reasons behind this, I have seen people who marry concubines and forget their wives. You must not be careless."
Jiang Qingwan drank half a bowl of soup to moisten her throat.
"I'm not drinking for Mo Yunhan."
Lian'er would never believe it.
"Listen to me, move to the front courtyard today. The prince has you in his heart. As long as you take the initiative and get pregnant soon, he will be the legitimate son of the prince's mansion, and no one will be able to shake your position."
Her experience with the Qin family made her somewhat paranoid.
After all, Jiang Qingwan's background is not comparable to Yun Xiaoran's, and it's hard to guarantee that Mo Yunhan will not abandon her for other reasons like Qin Minglang.
Even if a marriage is arranged, it cannot be said to be foolproof, but if a legitimate son is born, then it's a different story.
Jiang Qingwan listened helplessly as she was lectured.
She glanced at the somewhat glaring light outside, squinted, and asked, "Has Qinghui returned?"
Lian'er then remembered and hurriedly took out a folded piece of paper from her waist belt and handed it over.
"She arrived before dawn, but seeing you were still asleep, she left a note and hurriedly left. I invited her to stay for dinner, but she ignored me. What did you send her to do, Miss? Why haven't I seen her every day?"
Jiang Qingwan unfolded the note and glanced at it.
It reads: "Huguo Temple, Black Crow has not appeared."
"Huguo Temple?"
What was Qin Minglang doing at Huguo Temple?
Lian'er was making her bed when she heard this and said...
"Miss, are you going to Huguo Temple? I'm afraid it's not possible today. When I went to queue up to buy you roast pigeon, I overheard people talking. They said that the Empress Dowager went to Huguo Temple to pray for the Emperor Emeritus. Half of the mountain road was closed, and only a few small temples were left open for people to offer incense. Even if you go, you won't be able to see those eminent monks."
Jiang Qingwan burned the note in the lamp.
"Bring up the roast pigeon, I'm hungry."
Lian'er responded and nimbly carried the soup bowl away. Soon after, she placed the heated roasted pigeon, a plate of green vegetables, a dish of meat buns, and a bowl of rice porridge on the table.
"Li Dou was afraid the roasted pigeon would get cold, so he kept it in an earthenware jar. You can taste it and see if the flavor has changed."
I was eating breakfast when I suddenly heard a commotion outside.
Li Dou's voice was filled with anger.
"You are not allowed to go in!"
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