Seeing Chu Jincheng getting smaller and smaller in his sight, Zhou Suihuan burst into laughter. His laughter was shrill, like that of a ghost. A man's sinister voice rang in his ears: "Why do you think I married you? You don't know what's good for you, and this is what you get!"
"Your Highness, please calm down. This place is dirty. Don't dirty your hands. Let me do it." Bai Hui Niang's considerate voice sounded, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually fading away, as if Bai Hui Niang was the only one left.
Zhou Suihuan wanted to laugh, but as soon as she moved, a trickle of blood gushed out of her chest. A woman's deep voice rang in her ears: "Do you really think that His Royal Highness Prince Jin was truly sincere to you in the past?"
"My noble princess, do you know how the child you gave birth to died?"
Mentioning her son, Zhou Suihuan struggled to raise her eyelids and glared at Bai Huiniang. Bai Huiniang seemed to like her reaction and laughed, "Do you still remember that there was always someone accompanying the young prince's wet nurse? That person was me. On the afternoon of the day when the little prince was one month old, I took advantage of the wet nurse's nap and covered his head with the quilt..."
"The little prince was so adorable, tucked in the quilt, his little hands and feet waving in the air. I think he must have really wanted his mother to be by his side to save him, right?"
As Bai Hui Niang spoke, she squatted down, admiring Zhou Sui Huan's pained expression. Her embroidered shoes crushed the back of Zhou Sui Huan's hand fiercely. As if venting her hatred, she smiled fiercely, her expression mingling with the cries she had felt when she witnessed the tragic death of her loved one...
"vomit--!"
Jiang Mingzhi felt a surge in her chest and leaned over to vomit into the spittoon. The fishy smell made her feel sick, so she raised her hand and knocked over the medicine bowl on the bedside stool.
The medicine tasted wrong. She had grown up with her grandmother. Old Madam Zhou came from a medical family, and her great-grandfather was an imperial physician in the palace. She had been influenced by them since she was young and had learned some skills.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Qingtang and Ping'er were both frightened by Jiang Mingzhi's sudden action. Ping'er looked down at Jiang Mingzhi nervously, "Miss, are you... stupid again?"
"What kind of medicine is this?" Jiang Mingzhi ignored Ping'er's words and asked Qingtang directly.
"This medicine is what you've been taking for years, young lady. You've been ill these past few days, and the doctor told you not to take it for the time being. But today, Madam told you to continue taking it, and not to get sick again."
It turned out to be the work of Mrs. Feng, the wife of the Marquis of Jinyi, who had a very good reputation in Kyoto.
When she was Princess Jin, she had also heard of the good reputation of this second wife, but she never expected that this woman may look shiny on the outside, but is actually chaff on the inside!
"Miss, is there something wrong with this medicine?"
Qingtang was a smart person. He could hear the sound and immediately realized Jiang Mingzhi's intention.
Jiang Mingzhi glanced at the people serving inside and outside the house and said nothing.
"Everyone go guard outside the yard." Aunt Qingtang went to the door in person and ordered everyone in Jinhua Courtyard to go out, not even leaving Ping'er behind.
When only the master and servant were left in the room, Jiang Mingzhi slowly said, "Are you the one my grandmother gave me?"
Qingtang was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded: "Yes, I was sent by the Madam to serve the young lady, but I was useless and failed to protect her."
Thinking about how he followed the young lady back to the capital from the Prince of Dongjun's house when the young lady was eight years old, and how the young lady became seriously ill and became a fool not long after, Qingtang felt that he was to blame and felt extremely guilty.
Jiang Mingzhi didn't want to dwell on the past. She looked at the cold objects on the distant antique shelf and her voice grew colder. "There are only thieves who can steal for a thousand days, but there's no such thing as guarding against thieves for a thousand days."
Some things are easier to avoid than to guard against. Feng is the mistress of the Jinyi Marquis Mansion. Who can be more powerful than her in what she wants to do?
Just a thought, and Jiang Mingzhi suddenly thought of someone.
Yes, it does exist, but it is not in Kyoto now.
If she wanted to free up her hands to clear the Zhou family's grievances and take revenge, she had to solve the current predicament first. As long as Feng was around, it would be extremely difficult for her to do her own things. But what if someone could restrain Feng and prevent her from taking any action?
But now I am in a quagmire, and the people around me are a mixed bag. I have no idea who belongs to whom. It is really difficult to deal with.
"Aunt Qingtang, you probably know most of the people in this courtyard. Who can be used and who cannot be used? I'm afraid no one knows better than you."
Qingtang nodded, and seeing Jiang Mingzhi's cautious expression, he became more solemn.
"Miss, you don't want to cancel the engagement, do you?"
"Cancel the engagement?" Jiang Mingzhi didn't expect that Qingtang was so quick-witted. She just opened her mouth and Qingtang thought of something further. She was indeed a very versatile person, worthy of being from the Wang family.
"You were originally engaged to the Duke of Song's mansion, but you fell ill when you were eight years old. The Duke's mansion refused to agree, so they suggested the Third Miss go. Later, the Madam took the initiative and arranged for you to marry her nephew. But her nephew is a complete coward. He flirts with women, sleeps with prostitutes, has many concubines, and countless mistresses!"
Speaking of this, Qingtang felt a surge of anger in her heart, "Miss, please allow me to say something presumptuous. Back then, Feng Shi gained a reputation for being virtuous because of this act, but at that time, Miss was ill, and getting married was already difficult. That matter was over, but now Miss is well, and things are different now. How can I still let this marriage go!"
Jiang Mingzhi had not heard much about this matter. Perhaps such a thing was not enough to allow him to enter a family as prominent as the Prince Jin's Mansion.
But if the Feng family is really such a righteous family, she will not be ungrateful. Even if she wants to cancel the engagement, she will give some compensation. But what if it is not the case? After hearing Qingtang's words, Jiang Mingzhi also took the matter to heart.
She is now eighteen years old and has been ill for more than ten years. She is also past the age of marriage. Most girls in Bianjing are married when they are fourteen or fifteen. If their parents love them, they will be raised at home for two more years, and then they will get married and have children when they are fifteen or sixteen.
If Feng really wanted her nephew from her natal family to marry her, the Feng family should have come to pick her up long ago. However, it has been three or four years now, and there is no sign from the Feng family. I guess there is something else going on.
Jiang Mingzhi stood up and walked slowly to the half-opened flower window. The sun shone on his shoulders, and the ground under the blossoming crabapple tree was covered with golden fragments. It was a pity that although it was spring outside, he could not feel any warmth on his body.
I have been sick for some time. Now it's time to cheer up and do something.
She had taken over the body of Miss Jiang by accident, so she should do something for her and seek justice for the injustice she had suffered over the years. As for the Zhou family... Jiang Mingzhi closed her eyes. This account could not be settled in a hurry, but no matter what the cost, she must get to the bottom of this matter.
And her child actually died at the hands of an actor. How ridiculous!
When he closed his eyes, bloody faces appeared in his mind. They were his closest brothers and sisters who had once protected him, but now died miserably. When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Mingzhi looked at the bright spring light outside the window, and his pair of auspicious eyes were cold to the bone.
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