Mrs. Qiao didn't expect Jiang Mingzhi to be so frank, and was stunned for a moment.
"Second aunt, both my cousin and I are inextricably linked to the Wang family. We are both pawns that the Empress wants to seize. If we start a quarrel now, it will only allow others to take advantage of the situation and destroy the Wang family's years of harmony."
Mrs. Qiao's brows were still furrowed, and her mood did not improve because of Jiang Mingzhi's two words.
"So what do you mean? No matter how much you say, it's my son who is going to marry Prince Yi in your place, and you can't change that."
She raised her eyebrows, a cold smile appeared in the corner of her eyes, and she looked at Jiang Mingzhi leisurely, waiting for her next words.
"But if my cousin doesn't want to, there will definitely be a silver lining. In this world, if you make up your mind to do something, there will definitely be a turning point."
Jiang Mingzhi looked at Wang Wei and said, "Cousin, are you willing to marry Prince Yi?"
When this was suddenly mentioned, a hint of nervousness flashed in Wang Wei's eyes. She looked at her mother Qiao with some trepidation, but did not answer Jiang Mingzhi's words.
Jiang Mingzhi was not in a hurry. He pursed his lips and smiled, then turned to look at Qiao. "If cousin is not interested in Prince Yi, I do have a way to get out of this situation. Before twilight hour tonight, cousin, come to me alone, and I will tell you how to break off the engagement and get out of this situation."
Upon hearing this, Qiao's brows furrowed even deeper.
At noon, it was already dark and Zhang woke up.
Wang Zhaojun helped Zhang get up, and when Zhang woke up she asked where Jiang Mingzhi was.
"Sister is outside."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bead curtain at the door made a sound and Jiang Mingzhi walked in from outside.
"aunt!"
Seeing that Zhang had sat up, Jiang Mingzhi took a large pillow with the word "Fu" on it from the kang table, walked over, and carefully put it behind Zhang's back, then helped her lean against the edge of the bed.
Zhang coughed twice, took the hot water handed to her by Wang Qiang and took a sip.
"Your second aunt's side..."
There was some worry in Zhang's eyes, and she seemed to be hesitant to speak.
But Jiang Mingzhi immediately understood what his aunt meant.
She shook her head and reassured Zhang, "Don't worry, Aunt. Second Aunt is not stupid about this matter."
Sure enough, when Mrs. Qiao entered the house, her expression had returned to normal and she no longer insisted on returning to Dongjun immediately.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Jiang Mingzhi helped Zhang drink the medicine and took Ping'er back to his room.
Ping'er had been following Jiang Mingzhi, and now she couldn't help but worry: "Miss, do you really have a way to help my cousin?"
Although my young lady is no longer a fool, this is a matter concerning the palace and the marriage of the prince. How can it be reversed so easily?
If you make a mistake, you may end up in a tragic situation.
Jiang Mingzhi smiled, but did not immediately answer Ping'er's question.
After returning to his room, Jiang Mingzhi asked people to pack their luggage.
"Miss, are we going back home?"
Jiang Mingzhi nodded slightly, and Zan'er didn't ask any more questions and went to pack her things.
She has been living with her aunt for some time, and there are still many things waiting for her to deal with when she returns. Now that Prince Yi's marriage has been settled, she should go back.
The heat was unbearable and the room was stuffy. After Jiang Mingzhi took a shower and changed clothes, he asked someone to move a recliner to the yard to cool off.
Ping'er combed Jiang Mingzhi's hair with osmanthus oil. As she did so, she couldn't help but sigh, "Miss, your hair is really good, but it's still not as good as when you were a child. Back then, your hair was black and looked like dark blue satin. Miss, you must have been wronged in the past few years..."
Jiang Mingzhi smiled. It was not easy for the eldest daughter of the Jiang family to survive. How could she have the energy to take care of her hair? But life was getting better day by day, and things would naturally get better and better in the future.
Ping'er said this, then turned back to glance at the clock through the stained glass window and said nervously, "Miss, it's almost the evening hour."
Jiang Mingzhi was not worried at all. He crossed his legs calmly and took a sip of the iced sour plum soup on the coffee table.
There were footsteps in the distance, and Ping'er's heart immediately hung in the air.
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