It rained heavily in Shengjing all night.
The cold rain fell, and the chill came in waves, making people shiver involuntarily.
Jiang Zhiyu was afraid of the cold, so she asked her maid to prepare a hand warmer early.
She curled up in the quilt, with only her head sticking out, wrapped tightly. When Jiang Sulan came in and saw her like this, she couldn't help laughing out loud.
She walked over and sat down beside the bed, tucking in the corners of the quilt for her. "Everyone is saying that you are a superb doctor now. You can easily cure any difficult and complicated disease. The door of the Prime Minister's Mansion is almost broken down by people."
Um?
Jiang Zhiyu's sleepy nerves suddenly became sensitive.
"Is there no movement from Anle Marquis' Mansion?"
[Impossible!]
As the saying goes, people of the same family are alike. Given the Anle Marquis's temperament, it's impossible for her not to vent her anger on me.
[Something is wrong. It's 110% wrong!]
Jiang Sulan recalled the image of Anle Marquis' wife in her mind and said cautiously, "The Anle Marquis's mansion has been closed for the past few days, and Anle Marquis and his two sons are seriously injured. Anle Marquis' wife is kind, gentle and timid, and she is not as aggressive as Anle Marquis."
Jiang Zhiyu shook her head in disapproval: "Sister, you can't just judge people by appearances."
[Just like the wife of the Marquis of Anle, who appears to be kind and generous, but actually deceives others into trusting her and secretly runs a gambling house, allowing them to make a living by gambling.]
When the gambling debts could no longer be repaid, the strong young men became thugs, and their wives or daughters became surrogate mothers, inoculating others and bearing children. The remaining placenta after birth was sent to the Anle Marquis's residence.
Jiang Sulan broke out in a cold sweat just by listening to it.
In everyone's memory, Lady Anle Hou was praised for her gentleness, but she was a little timid and would cry when something happened.
Jiang Sulan could never equate such a person with the image in Jiang Zhiyu's mind.
But she was very clear that what Zhiyu said must be true.
Such a person will definitely not let the young fish go!
Jiang Sulan thought about it for a while and came up with an idea. After saying goodbye to her sister, she hurried to Menghuayuan.
…
In Menghua Garden, Xu Youran was facing the account book.
Many of the items on the books do not match. In addition to what Jiang Jianjin moved away, some of the money is still missing.
However, only the old lady and Jiang Jianjin have access to the account book...
Xu Youran pressed her eyebrows and sighed.
"Second Miss, Second Miss..."
There was suddenly a commotion in the yard. Xu Youran looked up and saw Jiang Sulan walking towards her with an anxious look on her face. Yi Qiao beside her couldn't stop her.
"Mom, I have something to tell you. They..."
Jiang Sulan bowed, looked around, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Xu Youran understood what she meant and waved her hand to let the maids leave.
"What's wrong? Why are you so anxious?"
Xu Youran chuckled lightly, but her eyes could not hide her fatigue. She had been checking the account book for several days, and there were more and more mistakes and omissions.
But she still insisted on checking each item one by one and asking each question one by one.
This dedication is not for the Jiang family or Jiang Zhaorong, but for herself.
Jiang Zhaorong was promoted to the position of Prime Minister by the Xu family. Now that he has let her down and has not returned the official position, she will find it back from other places!
There is no such thing in this world where you can take advantage of everything and get away with it!
Jiang Sulan thought carefully about her words and said, "Mother, I suspect that everyone in Shengjing is praising Zhiyu's medical skills, but there is actually someone behind the scenes fanning the flames."
Xu Youran frowned: "Why?"
"Marquis Anle and his two sons were both caned in court. Marquis Anle's wife dotes on her youngest son so much, she'll definitely vent her anger on Zhiyu. But now the gates of Marquis Anle's mansion are shut tightly, and there's no movement. Don't you find it strange, mother?"
Xu Youran didn't know much about the wife of Marquis Anle. They had only had brief conversations a few times at banquets.
My impression of her was similar to Jiang Sulan's initial evaluation.
Hearing this, he asked, "Or are you too worried about their injuries to care for them?"
Having said that, since it concerns her own daughter after all, Xu Youran secretly became more vigilant.
Jiang Sulan shook her head when she heard this, and revealed the image of Lady Anle in Jiang Zhiyu's mind. The more Xu Youran listened, the more frightened she became.
She didn't ask Jiang Sulan how she knew it, as she already had a vague guess in her mind.
She slowly raised her eyelashes and said, "Mother knows. Don't worry, Mother will protect the young fish."
Jiang Sulan breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Youran looked at her and smiled slightly: "Sulan has really grown up, caring so much about her younger sister. But be careful, next time you encounter something, you can't be so anxious and flustered."
Jiang Sulan nodded slightly: "My daughter knows."
Seeing Xu Youran's tired face, she walked over and stood behind her, rubbing her temples with her slender white fingers. "This is the method Zhiyu taught me to relieve fatigue. Are you feeling better, Mom?"
Xu Youran's brows relaxed: "It's really good."
Her eyes flickered slightly. "There's been so much going on these past few days that I haven't had time to ask you. Do you still...admire the Third Prince?"
The rubbing fingers suddenly froze.
Xu Youran sighed inwardly, stood up, and patted her shoulder gently. "Mother didn't mean any harm. The Third Prince isn't a good match. Mother just doesn't want you to suffer any harm."
There was no sadness in Jiang Sulan's eyes: "I know, the Third Prince is ruthless to me, I will never fall in love with him again, don't worry, mother, I know what I should do in the future."
Xu Youran looked at her carefully, and after making sure that she did not show any grievance or reluctance, she nodded with satisfaction.
…
After Jiang Sulan left, Jiang Zhiyu took another nap and didn't wake up until noon.
After getting up and washing up, he went straight to the elegant courtyard.
Jiang Zhiyu was so amazed by the last all-meat banquet. The taste was not even one tenth of what the chef at the mansion could make!
So she had to go there quickly before dinner time!
The atmosphere in the elegant courtyard was stagnant. Jiang Zhiyu poked her head out and saw Ah Fu talking to her eldest brother, who looked extremely unhappy.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Zhiyu sat next to Jiang Kangan with a confused look on his face.
Jiang Kang'an gripped the armrest and spoke in a stern tone, "That Anle Marquis' wife actually had such a vicious plan. First, she praised your superb medical skills, then designed to give the Second Prince the title of an enlightened monk. Using your superb medical skills at such a young age as an excuse, she inferred that you were possessed by an evil spirit. After that, she wanted the Second Prince to exorcise the evil spirit and burn you alive!"
The more he spoke, the colder his tone became. With such a vicious idea, he could not stay in the Anle Marquis Mansion.
Compared to him, Jiang Zhiyu was not very angry. Instead, he felt that it was as expected.
[I told you, if the child is quiet, he will definitely do something naughty again!]
Jiang Kangan: “…”
He told Zhiyu everything, not only because he trusted her, but also to protect her.
If she knew the whole plan, at least she would remain somewhat alert and not be clueless and end up being used by others.
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