Before Jiang Zhiyu could say anything, Jiang Sulan's expression changed. "Mr. He, please be careful with your words. It would be detrimental to a girl's reputation if you speak so."
Jiang Zhiyu didn’t know whether He Yanting heard it or not, but she could hear the warning in Jiang Sulan’s words.
"Great, is this what it feels like to have a sister? That's pretty good."
Jiang Sulan was stunned. Was her sister blaming her? Hadn't she stood up for her before?
He Yanting chuckled: "Miss Jiang, why do you have to be like this? I just think Third Miss is so free and easy, and I envy her."
Jiang Zhiyu rolled his eyes to the sky.
[You just came here to mock me. Do you think I can't hear it? And you're envious? If I give you this reputation, do you want it?]
He Yanting was slightly stunned, and looked at her from top to bottom, his eyes full of suspicion.
Did she speak just now?
"Mr. He?" Jiang Sulan frowned. No, he could hear it too, right?
He Yanting came back to his senses, and after calming his emotions, he smiled gently, "I was caught in the wind just now, and my leg pain got worse, so I lost my focus."
Jiang Zhiyu said "Oh" and said, "Then Sir, go back and have a rest. You must take good care of yourself. If you become paralyzed, it will be bad."
"I don't believe you. Your leg disease is back. I just sealed the acupuncture points with needles. If you dare to mess with me, I'll poke you out."
Her words were truly offensive, and the people who were watching them silently couldn't help but gasp.
Everyone in the entire Apocalypse knows that although He Yanting has the appearance of a gentleman, his way of doing things has nothing to do with a gentleman.
Especially the legs, which can be said to be a taboo for He Yanting. The last time someone mentioned it, the grass on the grave was probably as tall as the house.
However, what surprised them was that He Yanting actually had a smile on his face, and his expression looked particularly happy?
The smile on He Yanting's face grew even wider, now he could see clearly.
"Miss San is right. Leg problems require good care. I'll go back now. After all, I don't dare to make you angry."
After he finished speaking, he left, leaving behind a group of people who seemed to have been struck by lightning, standing there and looking at each other in confusion.
These words were said ambiguously, and everyone's inquiring eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu. If Jiang Sulan could not hear her inner voice, she would have been suspicious at this moment.
But after hearing it, Jiang Sulan no longer had any doubts.
Jiang Zhiyu's inner voice, besides the curses, was simply this: "You bastard, you dare to spread rumors about me? I'm going to skin you alive."
Jiang Sulan sighed deeply.
…
On the other side, Song Shiwei sat next to Jiang Zhaorong. Other ministers sat next to their legitimate sons, but Jiang Zhaorong sat next to his daughter, who was an adopted daughter.
It is also well known that Jiang Zhaorong loves this daughter more than his own children.
Jiang Sulan looked at it from afar, her heart calm.
Since childhood, their brothers and sisters were taught by their father to be nice to Song Shiwei, because she had lost her parents and they should care for her.
No matter what good things his father got, the first one would always be Song Shiwei's. It was not that he had never been jealous when he was young, but they were the ones who were punished...
[The saintly father and the ungrateful daughter, what a perfect match.]
Jiang Zhiyu really didn't understand the mentality of serving outsiders and putting one's own family at a disadvantage.
In the plot, Song Shiwei's father was Jiang Zhaorong's confidant. In a war, he was killed in order to pass on information to Jiang Zhaorong. Jiang Zhaorong felt guilty about this. In addition, his confidant's wife died of dystocia when giving birth to Song Shiwei, so Jiang Zhaorong took in Song Shiwei as his adopted daughter.
There is nothing wrong with this, but the problem is that Jiang Zhaorong is too naive and has a strong sense of male chauvinism. He doesn't care about other people's explanations and thinks that what he thinks is right. For Song Shiwei, he has punished them countless times. Even in such occasions where he can show off and fight for his future, he doesn't care about his son and insists that Song Shiwei come.
Jiang Zhiyu had reason to believe that if a woman in the Tianqi period could become an official, Jiang Zhaorong would do his best to earn one for her.
Moreover, his children had no complaints at all. Not only did they not feel aversion to Song Shiwei, they also listened to her very much and even disliked the original owner because of her.
[This is the fate of the heroine's halo and cannon fodder. ]
Jiang Zhiyu sighed, feeling completely clueless about the road ahead.
But those are things for the future. Right now, she has more important things to do.
Jiang Sulan pretended not to notice that Jiang Zhiyu had sneaked away, and when other people looked at her, she moved sideways to cover her.
After she left, Jiang Sulan looked at her departing back and fell into deep thought.
What is the heroine's halo and cannon fodder?
…
Lu Daizong was whistling. He was in high spirits having just finished relieved himself and was looking around.
A thin arm stretched out from the grass and pulled him down.
Lu Daizong only felt darkness in front of his eyes, and something was stuffed into his mouth. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his hand.
In the midst of severe pain and unconsciousness, he heard the girl murmur, "If you want this finger of yours, it's this one. I won't chop off any more, and you won't die..."
River! Chi! Fish!
…
After the hunt was over, carriages from various mansions were waiting outside the hunting grounds to welcome their masters. Jiang Zhiyu ran over excitedly, carrying two fat rabbits.
"Where did the rabbit come from? Put it back in the cage!"
Jiang Sulan stretched out her hand and called the servants to open the cage. She put Jiang Zhiyu in and held the cage tightly.
Jiang Sulan thought she wanted to raise a dog, and was about to tell her some knowledge about raising a dog when she heard her shouting in her heart:
[Roasted rabbit! Roasted rabbit! Smells so good, slurp.]
Jiang Sulan was amused by her, and she scolded her in her heart for being useless. Then she said, "I'll make you braised rabbit when we get back."
Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up. After the end of the world, no one had eaten anything good. They only had vegetables every day and dared not even touch meat.
As they were talking, Jiang Zhaorong and Song Shiwei came over. Because of Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts, Jiang Sulan felt a little uncomfortable looking at both of them.
"Are you all back?"
Jiang Zhaorong glanced at them, looked at the jade pendant hanging on Jiang Sulan, and whispered, "Is it a gift from the Fifth Prince?"
Jiang Sulan subconsciously glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, then nodded.
Jiang Zhaorong patted her shoulder, then looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a sharp gaze: "Do you know you are wrong? Your own fault is small, and your father can still support you, but if you implicate your sisters, do you still have the face to stand in front of them?"
This sentence was both heartwarming and chilling. Jiang Zhiyu didn't know what expression to make for a moment.
If you say he is not good, he still takes good care of you. If you say he is good, what he did is unpopular.
Jiang Zhiyu could only nod vaguely.
Compared to the ease of others, the people in the Lu family were almost going crazy with anxiety. Several servants were running back and forth, their faces full of anxiety.
Where on earth did this second young master go?
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