What you mean is that I am not worthy of you.
Hu Yue had already expected that he would refuse, but when she actually heard it, she still felt a little heartbroken.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and smiled brightly: "Young Master Jiang, why are you being so modest? Then, I will not bother you anymore."
Hu Yue actually had a lot more to say to him, but she was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would not be able to stop crying.
In short, she will not give up easily!
Jiang Kangan watched her go, and only after she ran away did he say, "Come down."
[Tsk, I found it.]
Jiang Zhiyu jumped down from the tree and looked at him cautiously.
"You must not tell anyone what you just heard. If it gets out, it will be bad for Ms. Hu's reputation."
Jiang Zhiyu patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm the most strict one."
The two of them returned home together. After Jiang Kang'an came out of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, he asked the coachman to send the carriage back to the mansion first.
Jiang Zhiyu walked beside him, picked up a piece of dogtail grass from the roadside, shook it, and whispered, "Brother, where have you been?"
"When I went to my grandfather's house, my mother wrote a letter home and asked me to give it to my grandfather."
Thinking of the contents of the letter, Jiang Kangan clenched his fists.
In the past, he always thought that his father and mother were in harmony with each other. Although there was a woman named Du among them, his father's heart was always with his mother.
It was not until he read Xu Youran's letter home in person that Jiang Kang'an realized how wrong he was.
Thinking of this, Jiang Kangan felt like there was something stuck in his throat and didn't want to talk about it anymore.
He turned to look at Jiang Zhiyu. He thought Zhiyu must have known about it a long time ago, which was why she reminded her mother.
Jiang Kang'an looked at her, but changed the subject and asked something else: "What about you? Why did you leave the house today?"
Jiang Zhiyu told the story of how he had come across the people sent by the Dali Temple and the conversation with Jiang Zhaorong, Chunxiu's body and the confession, as well as the matter of the bribed guards. Jiang Kang'an nodded slightly, his long eyelashes covering the thoughts in his eyes.
It seems that Dad really did everything he could to save Song Shiwei.
But why did he ignore his two biological children and instead support a stranger? Even if it was the affection he had for raising her since childhood, he shouldn't have been blinded to this.
Jiang Kang'an's eyes were deep. It seemed necessary to check Song Shiwei's true life experience.
…
Jiang Zhaorong returned to the house, entered the study, and said coldly: "Taohong stays, everyone else goes out."
His voice was filled with anger, and the maids hurriedly retreated. Taohong secretly thought that something was wrong, but she still greeted him with a smile: "Prime Minister..."
"How does your cousin do things?" Jiang Zhaorong interrupted her directly, and Taohong's smile froze on her face.
"They said Shi Wei was Chunxiu's savior, and asked her to testify in court and take the blame, and the matter would be over. But now, he killed Chunxiu, so he killed her. There's no way to cover it up, and everyone saw it at a glance!"
"Now that Chunxiu is gone, it's even harder to save Shiwei!"
The more he spoke, the gloomier his expression became. Taohong was terrified and quickly knelt down.
Tears fell from her eyes one by one. "Prime Minister, I haven't received any news from him yet, but my cousin has always been very strict in his work. He must have no choice but to kill Chunxiu this time."
Jiang Zhaorong raised his eyes: "Do you still want to defend him?"
Taohong suddenly fell silent.
Seeing that she was quite obedient, Jiang Zhaorong looked away, stopped looking at her, picked up the tea and took a sip.
All the roads outside are blocked, and now the only way is Xu Youran.
Jiang Zhaorong rubbed his aching temples. He didn't know what his mentality was at the moment. In short, the thought of meeting Xu Youran gave him a splitting headache.
Taohong saw that he was frowning, so she bravely stood up and put her hand on his temple. Seeing that Jiang Zhaorong did not scold her, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued to press slowly.
Seeing that Jiang Zhaorong's expression had eased considerably, Taohong mustered up the courage to speak: "Prime Minister, in my opinion, the key to this matter lies with Madam. As long as Madam lets go, all problems will be solved."
"Do you think I don't know? The most difficult part is getting Madam to give in."
Jiang Zhaorong did not open his eyes, but slightly opened his thin lips.
Taohong blinked, "Perhaps, the Prime Minister can ask the old lady to come forward."
Old lady? Jiang Zhaorong half opened his eyes, his eyes full of disgust.
Tao Hong couldn't see his expression. Seeing that he didn't speak, she mistakenly thought that he had gone in, and said directly: "No matter what, the old lady is also an elder. Madam will naturally listen to what she says."
The previous scenes appeared in Jiang Zhaorong's eyes, and he sneered.
If it was the old lady before Mrs. Du came into the mansion, Xu Youran might have listened to her words, but now...
He sighed softly and brushed away Taohong's hand: "Let's talk about it later."
Just as he finished speaking, a servant's voice came from outside the door: "Prime Minister, the old lady wants to see you."
Jiang Zhaorong clicked his tongue, opened the door and walked out.
…
In Shouxi Hall, the old lady's face was full of anger. She had sent people to look for Jiang Zhaorong every day in the past few days, but no one came. She was so angry that she twisted the maid's face to vent her anger.
"You've really grown up! You've become so independent! You don't even listen to your mother!"
Jiang Zhaorong heard these words as soon as he entered the room. The smell of medicine filled the room, and he almost felt sick. He stood in front of the door with an impatient look on his face: "What's the matter?"
Seeing his expression, the old lady suppressed all the ridicule and questions in her heart and ordered Mrs. Qian to pour him a cup of tea: "Are you tired from running around these past few days?"
Her sudden concern caught Jiang Zhaorong off guard, and his voice softened: "It's okay."
The old lady sighed, "I've heard about this, too. Ultimately, it's still Xu Shi who's confused. It's not a glorious thing to begin with, yet they insist on making such a big fuss about it. These past few days, the Prime Minister's Mansion has been the talk of the town!"
Jiang Zhaorong frowned unhappily but did not refute her.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, the old lady gradually grew bolder and questioned: "How come you, a prime minister, can't even nominate someone from the Dali Temple?"
Jiang Zhaorong sighed softly, "So what if I'm the Prime Minister? You know I was previously disliked by the Emperor because of Jiang Jianjin. Now the Emperor seems to have restored his favor to me, but the actual authority has not been returned to me. Otherwise, why would I return to the palace right after leaving the court?"
The old lady didn't understand officialdom, and was slightly stunned when she heard what he said.
"Then, what should I do? My Jianjin and Shiwei are both in prison now." Tears fell from her cloudy eyes. "I told you long ago that I wouldn't let you marry Xu. From the beginning, I knew she wasn't a good person. Look at her children now, which one is nice to get along with?!"
"That's enough!" Jiang Zhaorong interrupted her coldly, "If you called me here just to complain, I'll leave first."
"etc."
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