No matter how powerful he was in the past, he is just a paralytic now. I wonder why the emperor values him so much!
Lu Daizong was angry in his heart, looking at Jiang Zhiyu, and his mind became distracted again.
What kind of curse had Jiang Zhiyu cast on him? Why had he been thinking about her all these days?!
Jiang Zhaorong had a plan in mind and bowed directly: "This time's money... We will come to collect it next time. I have something important to attend to today, so I will excuse myself first."
After saying that, he hurried out with Jiang Zhiyu.
Gao Yan stared at his back infatuatedly and sighed in his heart.
The guards pushed the wheelchair away, and the lobby was filled with music and dancing again. The guards pushed the wheelchair all the way up to the third floor and opened the room in the corner.
The room was filled with the scent of incense. In the middle of the room, a chessboard was placed on a long table. A man in red clothes was supporting his head with one hand, his long black hair hanging down like a waterfall. He was not wearing any jewelry, his cheeks were flushed, and he was holding a chess piece in his other hand. There were a few jars scattered around his feet.
He didn't even look up when he heard the door open. "Are you back? Come on, there are always people causing trouble in Qingfeng Pavilion. How come you caught my eye this time? You didn't even play chess with me and ran away in such a hurry?"
The guard pushed He Yanting to the opposite side, turned around and went out. After closing the door, He Yanting said in a slightly cold tone: "Your identity has been exposed."
Su Bai was stunned, and the chess piece fell from his fingertips. His casual expression suddenly became serious: "What's going on?"
For the first time, He Yanting didn't know how to start.
Does that mean he heard Jiang Zhiyu's inner thoughts?
He coughed lightly and said, "That's not important. What's important is that it's the Third Miss of the Xiangfu who knows your identity. Perhaps Jiang Zhaorong also knows it."
Su Bai's eyes were filled with surprise: "The Third Miss of the Xiangfu?! How did she know?"
Even a girl in the boudoir knew his identity? Su Bai was shocked.
"Don't lie to me. If she knew, the whole Apocalypse would know too."
"When have I ever lied to you? The Third Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion has a very secretive source of information. Not to mention you, even I, I think she knows everything clearly."
Su Bai couldn't help but gasp.
So powerful?
"What are you going to do? Kill her? Your identity cannot be exposed."
Compared to his anxiety, He Yanting seemed very calm. He picked up the black piece with his slender fingers and placed it on the right side of the chessboard. "Why kill it? This way, it will be more interesting."
Su Bai didn't comment, then suddenly asked, "You just went out, wasn't it because of her?"
He Yanting glanced at him.
"You won't..."
Meeting He Yanting's warning gaze, Su Bai wisely made a pulling gesture at the corner of his mouth and smiled ingratiatingly.
Being so reserved, he must be moved by his lover!
…
On the carriage back home, Jiang Zhiyu felt a little guilty.
She didn't think enough and was only thinking about herself, but she forgot that in this era, if this matter were to be spread out, it would become a huge joke. She rarely stopped and hung her head dejectedly.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I was willful and shouldn't have pestered you to come here. If someone recognizes me, I'm afraid I'll be laughed at."
Jiang Zhaorong was slightly stunned. He was wondering why Zhiyu became listless as soon as he left Qingfeng Pavilion. He thought it was because he was angry because he didn't see his lover, but it turned out to be because of this.
Jiang Zhaorong patted her head lovingly: "What's the harm? Your father is the Prime Minister. What if they laugh at you behind your back? Besides, don't they know how to go shopping themselves?"
"My daughter, do whatever you want. As long as it doesn't harm others, it's up to you."
Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes and looked at him. A feeling she had never experienced before rose in her heart, and her eyes gradually became moist.
[Without the heroine, this dad is such a good dad! Don't worry, I will never let you go down the same path as before!]
…
It was too late last night, and without Brother Heng to disturb her, Jiang Zhiyu finally had her first good sleep since she came here, and didn't wake up until noon.
The master was sleeping soundly, and the maids didn't dare to disturb her, so they did everything very quietly.
A young boy about ten years old walked in, dressed in moon-white clothes. The jade pendant on his waist swayed as he walked.
"It's already noon, isn't Third Sister awake yet?"
The person who spoke was the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Bojian.
The Imperial College is closed every five days, so he can only come back once every five days.
Zhu Ying hurriedly came forward and said, "In reply to the young master, the young lady and the prime minister came back very late last night, and the prime minister also instructed that the young lady's sleep should not be disturbed."
Jiang Bojian was displeased. When he got angry, his chubby face would automatically bulge out, making him look very cute.
"What's going on? Brother Heng cried so hard he almost passed out the moment he saw me, and he even said Father was sending him away?"
He didn't lower his voice when speaking, and it was obvious that he wanted to wake Jiang Zhiyu up.
Zhu Ying was anxious, but she had no other options. She could only whisper, "Last night, the Prime Minister was in the Second Master's yard and discovered that he had falsified accounts and hidden a large amount of banknotes and jewelry. He dug out three large chests and dozens of small boxes."
"Moreover, the Prime Minister also said that Brother Heng was not a member of the Jiang family, but was born from Gao's affair with someone else. The Prime Minister was very angry and took them to the Dali Temple overnight."
Jiang Bojian widened his eyes.
A few simple words shook his shaky worldview.
Jiang Kang'an is paralyzed, and Jiang Wenjing is leading troops in the front line and is not at home.
Jiang Jianjin could only ask Brother Heng to please Jiang Bojian, who was still in school.
After all, he was raised since he was a child, and had seen his father's methods of pleasing his grandmother. Brother Heng was influenced by him and kept calling him "brother" every day, which greatly satisfied Jiang Bojian's wish to be a brother.
Therefore, Jiang Bojian has always been very good to Brother Heng. After coming out of the Imperial College, he would buy him some snacks and toys on the street and bring them back to the house.
When he heard the news, he didn't believe it.
"What nonsense! How could Brother Heng not be a child of the Jiang family?!"
As soon as he got angry, the maids in the room knelt on the ground. Zhuying's voice trembled: "Young Master, please calm down. We servants don't know what's going on."
Jiang Bojian tutted in dissatisfaction, and the more he watched them, the more annoyed he became.
"If you don't even know this, what is the purpose of the Xiangfu keeping you?"
He raised his foot to kick, but Zhuying closed her eyes and there was movement on the other side of the bed.
Jiang Bojian looked over and saw that Jiang Zhiyu didn't seem to be fully awake yet. She was staring at him with a confused look, her eyes slightly red. She looked like a well-behaved and harmless rabbit.
"Who is it, making noise so early in the morning?!"
Her irritable voice instantly broke her well-behaved impression, and her eyes were fixed on Jiang Bojian, taking a long time to focus.
[Oh, so it's my useless brother from the control group. Damn.]
Jiang Bojian, who had been praised since childhood, said: "???"
She hasn't woken up yet!
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