Jiang Zhiyu was worried that Jiang Sulan would be sad after hearing this, and looked at her worriedly, but there was not a trace of sadness on Jiang Sulan's face. Jiang Zhiyu even saw excitement in her eyes.
It's the excited look of someone who has discovered something shocking.
Jiang Zhiyu was silent for a rare moment.
[Fine, I was overthinking it. It turns out my sister just wanted to eat melon.]
[It doesn't matter, there are too many smart people, I have to stand up for the stupid ones! ]
Jiang Sulan: “…”
Seeing the people in the room chewing together again, Jiang Sulan moved closer to her and whispered, "I was really a little sad just now, but those two..." Jiang Sulan pointed down, "It was so shocking, I even forgot how sad I was."
Jiang Zhiyu: “…”
[So, it was the melon-eating spirit that triumphed over everything?]
"Sister, you love eating melons so much? Should I take you to the palace more often?"
She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Jiang Sulan standing beside her, and her nodding almost left an afterimage.
The two people in the room chewed for a while and then separated. Xiao Qingwu sat on Xiao Siyuan's legs with her arms around his neck.
Xiao Siyuan's hands wandered over her body. "Didn't you notice anything unusual about Xiao Yanli while you were in the palace?"
Xiao Qingwu raised his head slightly: "Brother, you know that this fool is just like his mother and doesn't like to see people. He hides in the deep palace. How can I see him?"
She privately loved the title of brother the most. This sense of taboo that transcended the world made her whole body tremble and she couldn't extricate herself.
As long as it was in private, Xiao Siyuan let her do as she pleased. Hearing her say that, he sighed.
Xiao Qingwu had been feeling unwell last night and had gone home early to rest after attending the palace banquet. Xiao Siyuan had no intention of bringing up the matter of Zuiyuelong with her, but simply said softly, "Xiao Yanli has regained consciousness now. If you encounter him, remember to treat him with courtesy and control your sassy temper."
Xiao Qingwu didn't take it to heart at all: "He just regained his sanity. He has been demented for so many years and may not even be able to recognize all the words. Why are you so worried, brother?"
Xiao Siyuan looked solemn. Xiao Qingwu looked at him for a moment and finally admitted defeat: "Okay, I understand."
She changed the subject and stopped talking about Xiao Yanli. Instead, she asked, "Is Jiang Zhiyu really that amazing? Can she cure any disease? I heard that she even promised Han Qiao in front of all the noble ladies at the palace banquet that she would help him with his facial treatment."
There was a hint of longing in Xiao Qingwu's tone. Although she hated Jiang Sulan, it did not stop her from wanting Jiang Zhiyu to help her with her treatment.
This was the first time Xiao Siyuan had heard of this. He remembered the time when the wind blew up Han Qiao's veil and he saw her face. He couldn't help but shiver.
"She does have some abilities," he stroked Xiao Qingwu's hair, "but Qingwu is naturally beautiful, she doesn't need to be like them."
The corners of Xiao Qingwu's lips curled up, and Xiao Siyuan said seriously, "I don't know what Prince Bol's plan is this time. If you run into him, avoid him."
Speaking of Bol, Xiao Qingwu also put away his casual temperament and became a little worried: "What if it's a marriage of peace..."
"No," Xiao Siyuan interrupted her. "Mobei was hit by an earthquake and then ambushed by Jiang Wenjing. Their vitality has been severely damaged. If we propose a marriage alliance, the emperor will definitely not agree."
Xiao Qingwu nodded, and Xiao Siyuan kissed her lips as a reward: "By the way, keep an eye on Xiao Yanli in private. If you notice anything unusual, tell me immediately."
Xiao Qingwu responded obediently, and then the two of them started flirting with each other.
On the way back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Sulan ate the melon to her great satisfaction.
The corners of the mouth are harder to suppress than AK.
When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, he happened to run into Song Shiwei who had packed his things and was about to get on the carriage.
Jiang Zhaorong was not there. There were only two servants beside her, and she looked extremely miserable.
Jiang Sulan now looked at her with only disgust in her heart.
Song Shiwei bowed: "Second Miss, Third Miss."
Her eyes were slightly red and she looked like she had been crying.
Jiang Sulan was very puzzled as to why the passionate and outgoing Song Shiwei in her memory, who was as bright as the little sun, had become so tearful and wanted to hurt others.
She didn't want to pay attention to Song Shiwei, so she pretended not to see him and walked into the house.
Jiang Zhiyu followed closely behind, and when they passed Song Shiwei, she suddenly said, "What are you so proud of? Since I was a child, they have always favored me. No matter what you do, they will always favor me. Now they like you only because you have medical skills. When you are no longer useful, you will see if they will favor you again!"
Jiang Zhiyu raised his hand and slapped him, causing Song Shiwei to spin twice on the spot.
"I've seen people with bound feet, but I've never seen people with bound heads. The sight brought back two emotions, and you used two words in your mind. Do you know which two words they were?"
Perhaps he was stunned by her slap, Song Shi looked at her in a daze.
"Forget it," Jiang Zhiyu glanced at her with disdain. "You look like an illiterate person, so I guess you don't know anything either."
Song Shiwei felt so angry that his teeth itched.
"You're just a beast, an ungrateful wolf. You know they're on your side, favoring you, but what about you? What have you done?"
"What do you know!" Song Shi bit his lip slightly. "They are just hypocritically compensating me! If it weren't for you, this Prime Minister's Mansion would be mine alone!"
Talking to such a person is simply lowering one's own status. Jiang Zhiyu looked at Song Shiwei with a ferocious face and slapped her again with a "slap".
This time she didn't stop and walked straight into the mansion.
For someone like Song Shiwei, only by putting the evidence clearly in front of her can you break down her psychological defenses.
…
Jiang Zhaorong chose a small courtyard in the alley on the corner of the street for Song Shiwei. Although it was not as good as the Wanxiang Courtyard in the prime minister's mansion, it was considered above average compared to ordinary people.
All the servants in the prime minister's mansion were managed by Xu Youran. Except for Chunxiu, all the servants in this courtyard were newly bought by Jiang Zhaorong.
He sat at the table, listening to Song Shiwei's crying, feeling annoyed in his heart but not showing it on his face.
After hearing her crying and saying that she was just paying respects to Zhiyu and was slapped twice by her, Jiang Zhaorong sneered in his heart.
Did she really think I was a fool? She had the audacity to distort the truth about what happened right in front of the Prime Minister's residence?!
"That's enough!" he interrupted harshly. "You were wrong in the first place. What's wrong with a few beatings? Besides, given Zhiyu's temperament, she showed mercy by not taking your life."
Song Shiwei stood there in a daze, his mouth slightly open, almost unable to believe his ears.
Does he want to listen to what he is saying?
Jiang Zhaorong looked at her with annoyance. He had wanted to comfort her, but he no longer had the heart to do so. He stood up and said stiffly, "You should reflect on yourself here for the time being. When you have reflected well, you can return to the Prime Minister's Residence."
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