Chapter 231 What if I killed you ?

Xu Youran smiled at her and said, "It's from the Anle Marquis's mansion. They said they're going to hold a wedding banquet to celebrate the second son of Lu."

Jiang Zhiyu felt a chill when she heard this.

[Celebrate? Whose celebration? Isn't this harming others?]

Xu ​​Youran and Tan Shujing both nodded.

"This invitation is not well-intentioned. Do you want to go?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, "Of course I will go."

[You're going to die sooner or later. What if I killed you? ] Xu

Youran: "..."

She pulled Jiang Zhiyu over and pressed her to sit down: "Although the Anle Marquis' Mansion may be disliked by the emperor now, it should not be underestimated. The wife of the Anle Marquis is not as timid as she appears..."

[I know, if everyone in the Anle Marquis' Mansion is a villain, then the wife of the Anle Marquis is the biggest villain.] As

Xu Youran was talking, she paused.

Oh, why did she say all this?

Zhiyu knew everything, how could she not know the nature of the wife of the Anle Marquis?

She stopped talking and chuckled: "Forget it, you should be more careful and don't be alone. I'll let your eldest brother come with you. There must be a lot of princes and sons at the banquet. If you like anyone, then..."

He Yanting's face suddenly appeared in Xu Youran's mind.

If He Yanting really has feelings for Zhiyu, then...

Seeing Xu Youran stop talking halfway, Jiang Zhiyu continued, "Mom, I'm still young, there's no rush."

​​[Being single means I'm lucky. ]

Xu Youran: "..."

Tan Shujing: "..."

...

The sky was gloomy, and the wind was blowing the snow on the ground, fluttering. The guests who came to the banquet got off the carriage and walked into the house under the guidance of the servants without greeting each other.

Although everyone felt a little dissatisfied with the Anle Marquis's mansion, they didn't dare to show it on their faces.

The wife of the Anle Marquis changed her previous timidity and sat in the main seat with the Anle Marquis, greeting them with a smile on her face.

It was cold and freezing, and the noble ladies gathered in the warm hall, brewing tea, laughing and chatting, reciting poems and having fun.

In the other room, the noble ladies and gentlemen met each other, and all of them looked a little uncomfortable.

Because Lu Daizong was sick in bed, his face was red, and he was covered with several layers of thick quilts, and his body was still squirming.

He couldn't release his thing, so he could only stand up. Anle Hou looked for famous doctors, but none of them could soften it. There was really no other way, so he could only cover him with a few more layers of quilts to cover it.

The noble ladies and gentlemen also knew his symptoms, and they all looked away, never looking over there.

Lu Daizong's chest rose and fell violently, and it was not known whether it was because of shame or anger.

For some noble ladies, coming here is just to avoid offending Marquis Anle. Although the Marquis Anle's mansion is of high status, it is not worth it for them to spend their whole lives to get close to him.

Lu Daizong's reputation is not good, and his future has been cut off by the emperor himself. He is not humane, and even his offspring will be a problem in the future. However, some noble ladies come here for this status.

In their opinion, with Lu Daizong's current physical condition, no matter whether he is born of a legitimate or illegitimate son, whether he marries a higher or a lower-class man, as long as they are willing to marry him, he will definitely be his legal wife and the future mistress of the house.

For some people of low status, this is a great opportunity to change their fate.

So although almost no one looks at Lu Daizong, there are still people walking around in front of his bed.

The wife of Anle Hou picked up the teacup and took a sip. Her voice was not loud but just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear: "Is Miss Jiang here?"

Jiang? This surname...

Everyone looked at each other in different ways. They seemed to be still talking, but their ears had already perked up.

The maid replied carefully: "Madam, Miss Jiang hasn't arrived yet. I guess she was delayed because of the slippery roads on the snowy day."

The maid carefully looked at her face and said, "Miss Song will be here soon."

She finished speaking in less than half a cup of tea, and the door was pushed open.

Song Shiwei was wearing a willow-yellow satin embroidered plum blossom-studded fox fur cape. The big eye rings under her long eyebrows looked around. She seemed to be a little restrained under the attention of so many people, and her cheeks were red.

Before she could salute, the wife of the Marquis of Anle waved her hand impatiently: "You must be Song Shiwei, right? As the legend says, you are as pretty as a peach in spring and as pure as a chrysanthemum in autumn."

Song Shiwei walked up to her and saluted: "Thank you, madam."

The wife of the Marquis of Anle pulled her to sit next to her. Because of the previous incident in the Dali Temple, the other noble ladies were not unfamiliar with Song Shiwei.

I didn't pay much attention to her before, but now I carefully observed Song Shiwei and saw that her every move was like a willow in the wind. She was also cautious when answering the words of the wife of the Marquis of Anle. I couldn't help but have some doubts about the previous rumors.

Such a woman really doesn't seem to be able to do such a cruel thing.

Only the wife of the Shangshu in the corner snorted coldly when she saw Song Shiwei.

Because of this person, her son has not married yet. She decided to sell the concubine, but actually sent someone to drown her in the river. For this, her husband and son quarreled with her for several days and complained about her for several days.

The Shangshu's wife originally wanted to let her son marry Song Shiwei so that she could deal with her properly. However, Jiang Zhaorong would not let her go. She sent several visiting cards to Xu Youran, but they were all returned. In the end, she could only let it go.

A lady who was on good terms with her heard her voice and stepped forward to ask, "What's wrong?"

"You didn't recognize her?" The Shangshu's wife asked back, and her voice was not low: "She is the one who set the fire in my house last time."

The lady who asked the question could not hide her surprise, and the faces of the others changed when they heard the Shangshu's wife's words.

The hand of the Marquis of Anle that was about to pat Song Shiwei froze in mid-air, and the smile on Song Shiwei

's face froze. If the Minister's wife hadn't mentioned it, they would have forgotten the farce long ago. But when it was mentioned, everyone looked at Song Shiwei with strange eyes.

The Marquis of Anle was not at the banquet, but she had only heard rumors a few times. She didn't expect that it was related to the people around her.

The Minister's wife looked at Song Shiwei with a smile, and raised her eyebrows, full of provocation.

She said it on purpose for the wife of Marquis Anle to hear. The wife of Marquis Anle was not around at the time, and she herself was kind and generous, and she couldn't stand such vicious people.

She didn't know how Song Shiwei coaxed the wife of Marquis Anle to think so highly of her, but she had already pointed it out. According to the temper of the wife of Marquis Anle, she would definitely not associate with this person again.

However, the wife of the Minister frowned, watching the wife of Marquis Anle put her hand on Song Shiwei, looking at her unkindly: "There is no need to mention the past, it was all a misunderstanding, why does the wife of the Minister keep pursuing it?"

Her words were full of the meaning of protecting Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei also cooperated by lowering his head, looking up at the wife of the Minister with pitiful eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.