Chapter 19
When Jiang Zhaoli returned to Wenmingcuiyuan, Chuntao reported that Yin Su had already fallen asleep. Jiang Zhaoli frowned and walked into the hall, pretending not to hear it.
Chuntao stared at Jiang Zhaoli's lonely figure and tilted her head in confusion. She felt strange. Why was the girl so weird today? As if she had lost her soul.
Jiang Zhaoli poured himself a glass of water and emptied it into his mouth without caring whether it was hot or not.
"Hiss~Bang." The cry of pain and the sound of cups falling to the ground rang out at the same time, and was particularly loud in the silent twilight.
"Madam Jiang, are you okay?" A gentle and gentle voice came from the inner room, slowly reaching her ears through the curtains.
"No...it's okay, it's just...the cups fell." Jiang Zhaoli blushed as he picked up the cups and put them back on the eight-immortals table, then turned to the basin rack prepared by Chuntao, where warm water was already in it.
She bent her body slightly, scooped up water with both hands and splashed it on her face. The water droplets flowed down her cheeks and fell back into the basin, making a "papping" sound.
Now... I guess he's finally sober.
Thinking that she would go back to the inner room after Yin Su fell asleep, she decided to go to the desk and read a book for a while. She wiped her face, walked lightly to the desk, lifted her skirt and sat down.
In less than a moment, she put the book aside in annoyance and casually flipped through the account book that she had not finished reading during the day, but found that her mind was in a mess and she couldn't concentrate at all.
Whether I opened my eyes or closed them, I could not get rid of Yin Su's pale and weak appearance.
At this time, the door rang three times and was pushed open, and Nanny Hong walked in.
Jiang Zhaoli was startled and called softly, "Nanny? Why are you here?"
Madam Hong mysteriously took Jiang Zhao out of the courtyard, quietly closed the door, and looked inside through the window. It was pitch black inside, so she lowered her voice and asked, "Miss, is the son-in-law asleep?"
Jiang Zhaoli nodded.
Madam Hong was overjoyed: "Miss, there is news."
Jiang Zhaoli didn't react for a moment and asked in confusion: "What?"
Just as she was about to open her mouth, she saw Jiang Zhaoli's red lips and red ears. Madam Hong was stunned, as if she had thought of something, and asked in surprise: "Miss, what are you doing..."
Over the years, she has always hoped that the girl would have someone by her side who could take care of her at all times. Now that the girl has been married for more than a month, she can see how good the brother-in-law is to the girl from her daily perspective.
Although she was also opposed to the girl's marriage proposal at first, it was decided by the old man and neither the lady nor the master could object. How could she, a servant, resist?
She just felt that the girl had such a good temper and was so pretty, she deserved an excellent man to match her, and it was more worthy of her to pick one in Los Angeles, rather than just looking for a random son-in-law, only looking for skills and talents, not character and appearance.
Fortunately, the girl was lucky. The son-in-law she married was not only handsome but also gentle in character. More importantly, he treated her well.
Seeing the nurse kissing her lips, Jiang Zhaoli guessed that the nurse was overthinking. She stamped her feet in shame and anger and turned around angrily: "Nanny, what are you talking about?"
"How could I possibly like Yin Su?"
"No way."
The nurse covered her lips and laughed secretly. She gently straightened her body and said with a smile: "I haven't said anything yet, girl, why are you so shy."
The blush on Jiang Zhaoli's face faded a little as the wind blew. She straightened her face and said, "Nanny, you just said there was news. Is it the news about that matter?"
Madam Hong nodded: "The man with the jade-faced crown has come to Luo City, but we don't know where he is yet."
Jiang Zhaoli's eyes moved, and he held the nurse's hand tightly: "Nanny, fortunately you are still by my side, otherwise I really don't know who I can trust."
As long as she can find the man with the Jade-faced Crown, she will be able to avenge her parents this time.
In the past ten years, she has never given up looking for her enemy. Even though she had a guess in her mind, she had no evidence. The Ministry of Justice only had fragmentary documents, and it was impossible for them to show her.
In the past ten years, she has encountered obstacles time and time again. Although the Jiang Mansion is one of the most famous families in Luo City, there are things that she cannot do no matter how hard she tries.
Madam Hong: "With what you said, I will definitely take care of this matter for you. Just focus on the Jiang family's assets and don't worry about this matter."
Jiang Zhaoli's eyes were filled with tears.
After Nanny Hong left, Jiang Zhaoli washed her face, took off her headdress, and combed her hair before reluctantly going into the inner room.
She took off her coat, hung it on the hanger, and quietly approached the bed.
Yin Su was lying on the outside, and the long strip of bedding in the middle was still intact, showing that the two were not familiar with each other.
The moonlight seems to be particularly bright tonight. The moonlight climbs into the house along the flowers and plants beside the window frame, scattering bits of starlight. The shadows of the flowers and plants swaying can be seen on the ground.
Even though there was no candle in the room, she could vaguely see Yin Su's facial features and fair skin.
At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, his brows were furrowed, his lips and eyelids trembled from time to time, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. He seemed to have had a nightmare, and his whole body was filled with imperceptible irritability. His hands were clenched tightly, as if he was competing with each other, and his face showed struggle and anxiety.
What kind of nightmare was this?
Jiang Zhaoli stretched out her jade hand, pointed her index finger at his eyebrows, and rubbed them gently.
Just when she was feeling calm, her hand was suddenly grabbed by him with such great force that she was pulled towards him. Her head hit his waist. Jiang Zhaoli froze and tried to break free, but found it was futile. She felt panicked and ashamed.
Is he awake?
Jiang Zhaoli lowered her head slightly, thinking about how to explain to him why she had just pointed at his brows with her finger. She couldn't say that she felt uncomfortable seeing his frown and subconsciously wanted to smooth it out, but would he believe it?
She tightly grasped the quilt that had slipped to her waist, bit her lip nervously, and mustered up the courage to raise her head and take a peek, only to find that Yin Su's eyes were still closed. Only his steady breathing and the rising and falling of his chest told her that Yin Su had not woken up at all.
The next moment, his hand slid slowly down her thin back. Jiang Zhaoli felt her wrist lighten, only to be replaced by a face full of shame and a chest beating violently.
It was not until dawn that Jiang Zhaoli fell asleep. When Nanny Hong helped her get up, she found that there was darkness under her eyes and her face was haggard.
She pulled the curtains hanging over the bed to both sides and fixed them, then waved her arms. Chuntao got the signal and reached out to open the door. The maids waiting in front of the door walked into the inner room one after another.
Those who brought water, towels, and helped with changing clothes were all waiting on the side.
While Madam Hong was holding her coat, she couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you, young lady? Did you not get enough rest yesterday?"
In the middle of her speech, Madam Hong suddenly stopped. Could it be that...
No wonder when she met her brother-in-law taking a walk in the yard early this morning, he inexplicably asked her to be quiet when she entered the house, saying that the girl was still asleep. So this was the reason.
Matron Hong smiled secretly, her hands became more diligent, and as she cleaned up, she said, "I'll ask the kitchen to make some tonic food right away."
Jiang Zhaoli was confused and when he heard the nanny say this, a question mark slowly popped up in his mind: what is the purpose of drinking tonic?
I guess it’s because the nanny saw that she didn’t get enough rest.
The eight-immortals table in the hall was filled with food, including chicken soup, fish soup, tonic soup, braised pork elbow, two plates of vegetarian dishes, two bowls of mung bean porridge, two plates of exquisite snacks, and two sets of bowls and chopsticks.
Jiang Zhaoli stared blankly. No, why did he suddenly have such a sumptuous breakfast?
Chun Tao seemed to see through her doubts and explained, "Madame Hong said that the young lady is weak, and since her husband is injured, she needs to drink more nourishing soup to recuperate."
Jiang Zhaoli frowned and said "oh". She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.
So, is this correct?
Chun Tao: "Young lady, please eat it while it's hot. My son-in-law just went to see the old man. Before he left, he specifically told you not to wait for him to eat."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded. That was fine. It would always be uncomfortable for two people to dine together.
She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and just as she was about to reach out to pick up some food, she paused.
Suddenly she remembered that she had never had breakfast with Yin Su since he moved to Wenming Cuiyuan. Now that she thought about it carefully, if her grandfather heard about it... he would definitely call her in for questioning.
Thinking of this, she felt a headache, sighed, and told Chuntao: "If you see your son-in-law in the future, you can tell him... just say... you have time to have breakfast together."
The maid didn't understand what the young lady said, and immediately knelt down and saluted: "Yes, young lady, I understand."
After breakfast, Yin Su still hadn't returned. Jiang Zhaoli sat on the swing chair in the yard, staring quietly at one spot, lost in thought.
Yesterday she was going to the tax bureau to get the account books, but she didn't expect to meet that group of people. She left the house on a whim yesterday, so how did those people know that she would pass by here?
There was only one possibility, that someone had leaked her information, and someone had been watching her secretly.
But who is this person? She thought of Wen Qiu Shui and immediately rejected it. She sent people to watch her every day. She knew what Wen Qiu Shui ate for three meals a day and had no chance to communicate with anyone.
Jiang Zhaoli frowned, lost in thought, and was checking the people around him one by one... Yin Su came back, and when he saw Jiang Zhaoli in the yard, he paused slightly, his face pale and pursed his lips: "Madam Jiang."
This gentle call quickly brought Jiang Zhaoli back from his thoughts. Jiang Zhaoli looked up without much concern.
The man stood at the door like a green pine, his warm and narrow eyes fell on her. She could clearly see his pupil color in the light, and the emotions in his eyes were exposed to her.
Yin Su seemed puzzled and said, "I see that Madam Jiang looks very sad. Is there something sad? Why don't you tell me about it? I can help Madam Jiang to solve her problems."
Jiang Zhaoli shook his head and pretended to laugh: "Nothing."
Yin Su changed the subject and easily brought up what happened yesterday. With a smile in his eyes, he slowly said, "Madam Jiang went out yesterday to deal with the tax affairs, right?"
Jiang Zhaoli nodded hesitantly. This was not surprising. The road she took yesterday was a must-pass place for the capital tax bureau. Anyone who was careful could guess her purpose of going.
What's more, Yin Su meets her every day.
Yin Su spoke slowly, his voice indescribably calm: "Because I was injured yesterday, Madam Jiang was unable to go to Chengdu to collect taxes. It was all my fault. In order to make amends, I am willing to go and get the account book for Madam Jiang."
"Madam Jiang, you can stay in the mansion for the next few days to avoid anyone causing trouble for you. If you must go out, you can bring a few skilled servants with you."
Jiang Zhaoli hesitated: "Master Zhuang... he has a bad temper. If you go alone, he might not give it to you. He might even humiliate you."
Yin Su smiled faintly: "Please rest assured, Madam Jiang, I will definitely get the account book and hand it over to you."
Jiang Zhaoli's eyes fell on his chest and he spoke gently, "But...but your injury."
Yin Su raised his arm without any pain on his face: "It's just a minor injury. It won't affect my walking."
Her face tensed up, and she stretched out her empty hand to help him, but suddenly met Yin Su's eyes full of tenderness. Jiang Zhaoli froze, quickly put her hand back into her sleeve, lowered her head, and said in a muffled voice: "In that case, thank you very much."
Yin Su smiled and said, "You and I are one, why are you so polite, Madam Jiang?"
Jiang Zhaoli nearly choked on his saliva. What...one body?
If it were in the past, she would have been unhappy to hear this and secretly cursed him for his oily talk, but now she was not repulsed by this sentence.
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The weather is good today. I was going to Huaiyuan to visit my grandfather. On the way, I met Jiang Yiche and the two brothers of the Song family. The eldest son, Song Shuye, was humble and polite when talking to the eldest brother.
Following behind the two men was the lazy second young master of the Song family, Song Shiyan. He hung his head with a sullen look on his face, and kept kicking the small stones on the ground as if to vent his anger.
Such childish behavior makes it seem like he and Song Shuye are not from the same blood.
"Second sister Jiang." Song Shuye was the first to greet her.
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