Jiang Zhaorong breathed a sigh of relief.
Since I can fall asleep, it's no big deal.
Jiang Zhaorong felt the tenderness on his body, but he was thinking of another person in his heart.
As the prime minister, he naturally attended the princess's wedding, but he did not bring his family with him.
Because the wedding was arranged in a hurry, the Minister of Works did not have time to arrange the seats, so he asked the people present to find their own seats.
At that time, he and his colleagues were sitting at the table behind Xu Youer.
He looked at Xu Youran's smiling face. The light in her eyes and the happiness on her body were things he had not seen since Du entered the mansion.
He just felt his chest getting more and more stuffy, and his heart seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, making it impossible for him to breathe.
He kept looking at Xu Youran all night, but Xu Youran seemed not to notice and never even glanced at him.
In order to get her attention, Jiang Zhaorong drank a few more glasses and raised his voice.
But even so, she didn't even look at herself...
His eyes were tightly closed and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Prime Minister?" Tao Hong called out doubtfully. Seeing that he didn't open his eyes, she continued to call out, "Prime Minister?"
"What are you arguing about?" Jiang Zhaorong did not open his eyes and his voice was dry.
Taohong licked her lips and said, "Your Excellency has drunk so much wine, it's time to rest. I will call someone to serve you..."
"No need," Jiang Zhaorong interrupted him impatiently, "I'm going to Mrs. Du's today."
The smile on Tao Hong's face froze. When she saw Jiang Zhaorong stand up and walk out, she leaned over to whisper in her maid's ear with a grim expression: "Go and find out what Du Yuelan did."
Jiang Zhaorong clearly disliked her, so why did he want to go to Du Yuelan today?
The lights in Menghua Garden were on, and Jiang Zhaorong walked in in a drunken state.
What's going on? Didn't Xu Youran leave? Why are there still so many people in Menghuayuan?
He walked straight in. The layout of Menghua Garden was completely different from when Xu Youran was there. Seeing Jiang Zhaorong's angry look, the maids and servants quickly knelt down.
"Who told you to do this?" Jiang Zhaorong shouted, "Who told you to change it like this?!"
A maid trembled and said, "My Lord, it's Sister Taohong. Didn't you give this Menghua Garden to her?"
It was as if a basin of ice water was poured over Jiang Zhaorong's face. His expression froze for a moment. After an unknown amount of time, he chuckled softly, "Yes, I gave it to her. She won't come back."
The maids and servants all lowered their heads, not daring to look up.
Jiang Zhaorong turned away.
After entering Cuiwei Pavilion, Jiang Zhaorong walked straight to Du Yuelan, saw the surprise in her eyes, and suddenly lowered his head to kiss her.
Du Yuelan passively endured the kiss. Just as her hand moved to his waist, she saw his head suddenly droop down and he fell asleep.
Du Yuelan: "..."
She took a deep breath and called Bai Zhi, and the two of them worked together to move Jiang Zhaorong to the bed.
"Have you given the doctor a heads-up?"
Du Yuelan looked at Jiang Zhaorong lying on the bed with a cold expression. Bai Zhi said softly, "It's already been agreed upon. This slave bribed him with this amount." She gestured to four and continued, "I've also made inquiries. He's quite well-known in the area, and he has a seriously ill mother at home. He definitely wouldn't dare tell anyone."
Du Yuelan then smiled and looked at her with relief.
"Okay, go down, choose a good day, and then just have him come over."
Bai Zhi responded and retreated. Du Yuelan took off their clothes and lay down on the bed.
So what if she can't see Jiang Zhiyu? There is always other way. If she can't get pregnant, she can still get that little bitch Taohong off.
The position of the mistress of the prime minister's residence can only belong to me!
…
Inside the Xu residence, Xu Youran sat at the table, which was covered with a thick stack of photos. Tan Shujing sipped her tea and looked at her: "Take a look, is there anything you like?"
Xu Youran didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, I don't have such plans yet."
Tan Shujing turned a deaf ear and said, "Look at this guy. Although his official position is not as high as that of Jiang Zhaorong, his appearance is not bad at all. He is much better than that sharp-nosed and monkey-faced guy."
Xu Youran looked at her helplessly.
She also knew that Tan Shujing was irritated by the way Jiang Zhaorong looked at her at night, and was afraid that she would look back, so she wanted to quickly cut off this possibility.
"Mom, I promise I won't look for Jiang Zhaorong again. If he comes looking for me later, I'll have Zhiyu and Kang An throw him out."
Tan Shujing looked at her suspiciously.
"Really," Xu Youran chuckled. "Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about Sulan. She's at an age where it's time to find a partner."
How could Tan Shujing not know this? She just sighed softly, "That Third Prince is really a piece of shit. He treats Sulan so well on a daily basis, but he doesn't ask to marry her. The other princes just think that Sulan is in love with him. What's more, he is a prince. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't have the ability."
As she spoke, the crutch in Tan Shujing's hand kept shaking. Xu Youran had no doubt that if Xiao Siyuan was in front of her at this moment, she would be able to swing her crutch at him.
Xu Youran sighed softly.
She was also worried about this. The famous young men in the capital did not dare to propose to her because of this, and she was not willing to marry her daughter to those who were slightly inferior.
Let’s ask Sulan tomorrow.
"By the way," Xu Youran looked at Tan Shujing, "I want to discuss something with you. Is that farm in the east still there?"
…
The next day, Xiao Lingyu entered the Anle Marquis' Mansion and told them everything about how Lu Daizong was killed by Liu Jie. As for whether they believed it or not, it was not something Xiao Lingyu could control.
The wife of Marquis Anle looked pale, and Lu Yaozu held her in his arms without saying a word.
Marquis Anle looked at Xiao Lingyu, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Xiao Lingyu said softly, "My Lord, there is no need to do this. Daizong and I grew up together, like a younger brother to me. Now that he has died at the hands of Liu Jie, I will naturally find a way to capture him and avenge Daizong."
After comforting him for a while, and seeing that the Anle Marquis family had no desire to speak, Xiao Lingyu also stood up and said goodbye.
Marquis Anle personally escorted him out.
As soon as they left the house, Anle Marquis' wife said with a cruel look on her face, "What Liu Jie? Daizong has never even met him, let alone offended him. How could he have such a great time and come to my mansion to kill people?!"
Lu Yaozu echoed, "That's right, my brother usually only likes to hang out in places of entertainment. Even if he offends someone, it's only to women. Liu Jie's name has been around for so long, but I've never heard of him having any female companions!"
"I guess the prince just picked someone at random to fool us."
As soon as Anle Hou entered the door, he heard these words.
When Lu Yaozu saw him, he shrank his neck, fearing that he would scold him.
But after waiting for a while, Marquis Anle did not say anything.
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