Xu Youran looked at him, curling her lips in a cold smile. "Her reputation? After committing such a shameful act, she still wants a reputation? Jiang Zhaorong, let me tell you, if she dares to set her sights on my children, I will not let her stay."
She had a smile on her face, but her eyes were as cold as frost and snow, and her tone was full of cruelty.
Jiang Zhaorong couldn't help but frown: "How can you be so cruel? After all, she is just a child."
Jiang Zhiyu's suppressed anger was suddenly aroused again: "Child? She is three years older than me and is about to reach marriage age! Besides, she is not weaned or something, can you find another excuse to excuse her? You only care about children! I am not a straw boat, don't shoot your 'arrows' at me!"
Xu Youran was very suspicious. If she hadn't held him down, with Zhiyu's temper, Jiang Zhaorong would probably have been beheaded by now.
After all, they are still father and daughter. Once the reputation of patricide spreads, Xu Youran dare not imagine how Zhiyu will be scolded by people all over the world.
It should never be her young fish that should be criticized!
After being contradicted by his daughter again and again, Jiang Zhaorong wanted to scold her, but when he saw the anger in her eyes and remembered her inner thoughts, he held it back.
The atmosphere was tense, and the maids and servants were trembling with fear. After a while, Jiang Zhaorong sighed softly and was the first to show weakness, saying, "I was anxious just now. After all, this matter is not glorious. The reputation of a girl's family does not only belong to her. The sisters in the mansion are all of the same bloodline. If her reputation is damaged, it will also affect Sulan and Zhiyu."
[Hey, not going the mad dog route anymore?]
Jiang Zhaorong: “…”
"No need to say more," Xu Youran said, no longer wanting to argue with him. "Everyone knows that she's the adopted daughter of the Prime Minister. No matter what her reputation is, no one else will implicate Zhiyu and Sulan. You don't need to waste your breath on her. Since she did it, she should pay the price."
Jiang Zhaorong was speechless for a moment and couldn't say anything for a long time. He could only snort coldly and leave.
[He keeps humming and humming. As expected, his IQ is just like that of a pig.]
[No, that's insulting to pigs. At least pigs can be eaten!]
Xu Youran was filled with anger, but was also amused by her two childish complaints.
She glanced down and Yiqiao, who was kneeling, understood and quickly stood up to add tea for them.
…
As things calmed down, Jiang Zhaorong, who had just entered the room, couldn't help but throw two teacups. The maids quickly knelt down. Taohong's heart skipped a beat, and she bravely stepped forward to serve him: "Prime Minister..."
Jiang Zhaorong held his breath and looked at her impatiently, but seeing her delicate face and a bit of fear in her eyes, which was completely different from the strong Xu Youran, he couldn't help but feel moved.
Of course he loved Xu Youran, but what he liked was the delicate and fragile Xu Youran who relied on him wholeheartedly.
Instead of the current strong, unfriendly and aggressive Xu Youran.
Thinking of what happened in Menghuayuan, Jiang Zhaorong couldn't help but get angry and sighed several times.
Seeing him so upset, Taohong took a few steps towards him and said, "My Lord, are you feeling unwell? I learned some healing techniques from a doctor in my early years. If you don't mind, I will serve you."
Jiang Zhaorong lowered his eyes. He had a terrible headache. "Press it."
Taohong's eyes suddenly lit up.
She had been sent here by the old lady for more than half a year, and this was the first time she was so close to him.
In the past, Jiang Zhaorong would let other maids do tasks like undressing.
She stretched out her delicate hands and gently massaged his shoulders. After his body relaxed and got used to her touch, she moved up and massaged his temples.
Jiang Zhaorong's frown slowly relaxed.
It was indeed much easier. He closed his eyes and praised, "Good skills."
Tao Hong raised the corner of her lips slightly and said, "Your Excellency, I am too kind. I only learned a little from the doctor when I was young, but I am not as good as a real doctor."
Jiang Zhaorong stopped talking, and Taohong pressed gently.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of Jiang Zhaorong's nose, and his nostrils twitched slightly: "What kind of incense are you using?"
"My Lord, it's benzoin."
Jiang Zhaorong sighed lightly. When he mentioned incense, he thought of Song Shiwei.
He had already punished her, but Xu Youran still refused to give in...
He became annoyed again and waved away Taohong's hand: "Okay, stop pressing it!"
Taohong didn't know what he was thinking. She just thought she had pressed too hard, so she knelt down and begged for mercy: "My Lord, please forgive me, my Lord, please forgive me."
Jiang Zhaorong's eyes fell on her arched back and the white neck faintly exposed by her hanging hair. Suddenly, his heart was moved and he hurriedly looked away.
No, he promised Xu Youran that he would never take a concubine again!
His tone turned cold: "It has nothing to do with you, go out, you don't need to serve here."
Taohong quickly stood up and walked back to the door. After she went out, she closed the door.
Jiang Zhaorong pinched his brows and thought about countermeasures.
…
In prison, Song Shiwei stuffed the blood letter into his clothes, rubbed his legs, and shouted repeatedly.
“Ouch… Ouch…”
"What are you yelling for!"
The jailer, with a stick in his hand, knocked impatiently on the front of her cell.
Song Shiwei slowed down his voice and said, "Brother, my leg was hit by a stick before. Can you call a doctor for me?"
The jailer had been lowering his head impatiently, but when he heard her words, he immediately laughed.
The prisoner asked the jailer to help him call a doctor. He wanted to see who was so stupid as to say such a thing.
It would not have mattered if he hadn't looked at it, but once he did, the jailer immediately swallowed his saliva.
Once you enter this cell, no matter how good-looking a girl is, she will be wasted in less than half a month. Gao is a typical example. When the jailer saw Song Shiwei, who was so delicate, he naturally became impatient.
He opened the cell door and squatted in front of Song Shiwei.
Song Shiwei looked at his anxious eyes, which were full of disgust, but she didn't dare to show it.
She leaned close to the jailer's ear and said softly, "Brother, I am the Prime Minister's adopted daughter. Can you hand this thing of mine over to the Sixth Prince?"
The jailer's hand paused in the air.
The Prime Minister's adopted daughter is related to the prince?
This identity is not something he can change.
The jailer hesitated, withdrew his hand, and showed signs of retreating.
Having finally caught such an opportunity, Song Shiwei would certainly not let it go easily. She took off the jade bracelet in her hand and put it in his hand.
"Brother, this is just a small token of my appreciation. If you can help me deliver this letter to the Sixth Prince, he will surely reward you handsomely."
The jailer weighed the bracelet on his hand. It was crystal clear and heavy, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.
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