Jiang Yisong hit him hard.
If he didn't show this attitude, Jiang Qingyao might really report it to the authorities, and then Xize would be truly ruined.
Jiang Qingyao laughed outright: "It's not like I put a knife to my brother's neck and asked him to set me on fire. Why should I be satisfied or dissatisfied? As long as my father feels that the punishment is fair and he has a clear conscience, that's all that's fine."
It was only ten lashes. Did he expect her, the victim who was almost killed, to be grateful?
Jiang Huanming was also not very satisfied. As the second son of the Ningyuan Marquisate, if Jiang Xize was ruined, he would become the successor of the Ningyuan Marquisate.
Just a little bit.
Jiang Huanming sighed inwardly.
The unconscious Jiang Xize was carried back. Old Madam Jiang was exhausted and was supported by two maids as she returned to Fusheng Hall.
Mrs. Xu smashed and threw things, and when she saw the scars on her son's back, she burst into tears.
Jiang Yunxue was guarding Jiang Xize's bedside, feeling a little scared. If she was punished today, she would probably be beaten to death.
"I didn't expect Jiang Qingyao to be so powerful. My brother got nothing and even lost himself."
The recent scenes replayed in his mind, and Xu realized that it was all due to Jiang Qingyao.
Jiang Qingyao slapped Xue'er, took back 16,000 taels and the jewelry, and forced the Ningyuan Marquis's Mansion to repay the Xue family's debt of 50,000 taels under pressure. She also made Xue'er lose her innocence, and Xize was almost ruined by her.
All of this seemed to be under Jiang Qingyao's control.
So scary!
If she continues like this, I'm afraid both of her children will be killed by her.
"He is indeed a star of misfortune, the reincarnation of the Plague God. The master's prediction is correct!"
Jiang Yunxue frowned, her face full of confusion. "Mother, what do you mean by the reincarnation of the God of Plague? What do you mean by fortune-telling?"
Realizing that she had let the cat out of the bag, Xu pursed her lips. Originally, only Old Madam Jiang, her husband, Qin Yurong and she knew about this matter.
After hesitating for a while, Xu told her daughter.
A few years ago, the master predicted Jiang Qingyao's fortune and said that only a fire sacrifice could resolve it.
If word gets out that Jiang Qingyao is unlucky in marriage, unlucky in children, and unlucky in relatives and friends, and is a plague and evil star, the Anguo Marquis's Mansion will definitely cancel the engagement, and the Ningyuan Earl's Mansion will lose the Anguo Marquis's Mansion as an in-law.
Jiang Yunxue's heart was pounding. As long as she could get rid of Jiang Qingyao, she didn't care about the interests of the Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion.
But Xu disagreed. If the old lady and her husband knew that she was the one who leaked the information, the consequences would be disastrous.
The mother and daughter have different thoughts.
…
Anguo Marquis Mansion.
The study was filled with the scent of sandalwood, which should have made people feel relaxed and happy, but He Huaixuan felt very irritated.
The gift was returned? She didn't want it? Was she rejecting him?
This woman is getting more and more unreasonable and is even more wanton than in her previous life!
She was clearly the unfavored daughter of a poor family, and she didn't know how to put herself in the right place. She was unmoved by the goodwill shown by him, the son of the Marquis of Anguo.
Does Jiang Qingyao really want to marry my father and be a widow for the rest of her life?
He Huaixuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he felt as if his heart was stabbed by something. He couldn't believe that Jiang Qingyao would rather be a widow than marry him.
"Impossible, she wouldn't be that stupid. This must be just a way for her to manipulate people and play hard to get."
"She's still mad about what happened between me and Rong'er, that's for sure."
He Huaixuan waved his sleeves and left the study. He was going to find Jiang Qingyao.
At this time, Madam He came towards him, twirling her Buddhist beads in her hand. Seeing that he was in a hurry, she asked, "Huaixuan, where are you going in such a hurry?"
He Huaixuan paused and respectfully called out "Grandma".
"I made an appointment with some friends to go horseback riding at the ranch." He lied without batting an eyelid.
Before he became the Marquis of Anguo, he obeyed his grandmother's words, was humble and submissive, and did things according to the rules, for fear of displeasing his grandmother. In his next life, He Huaixuan felt that this was unnecessary.
His father passed away unexpectedly again, and the position of Marquis of Anguo belonged to him. From now on, he would be the king of the Marquis of Anguo Mansion. Who would dare to disobey?
Old Madam He watched the child grow up and knew when he was telling the truth and when he was lying. Nothing could escape her eyes.
She frowned. For some reason, her beloved grandson seemed to have changed.
"Huaixuan, the future of the Marquis' Mansion depends on you, Ruichen Hanxian and the others. Focus on your studies and study hard. Don't worry about other things, and don't provoke people you shouldn't provoke. It's better to avoid suspicion. Do you understand?"
He Huaixuan was stunned.
His grandmother was warning him to avoid any suspicion with Jiang Qingyao and not to get entangled with her.
This is ridiculous. She is his wife. How can it be considered harassment?
If Grandma hadn't agreed to replace Jiang Qingyao, she would be his now. Would he still need to coax her with such eager eyes? Ultimately, it was Grandma who was confused.
He Huaixuan's face darkened, but he nodded and said, "Yes, grandson knows."
No rush, once he inherits the title, no one will be able to control him anymore!
A clear thought emerged in his mind - once he and Jiang Qingyao had become married, his grandmother would not be able to interfere.
…
Fenglai Teahouse.
"Qingyao, this way." Dou Yueying waved to Jiang Qingyao. She had been waiting in the private room.
Dou Yueying, the eldest daughter of the Minister of Rites, is Jiang Qingyao's best friend.
She heard that the prince of the Marquis of Anguo was having an affair without a matchmaker, and Jiang Qingyao changed her engagement partner in a fit of anger, wanting to remain a widow for the Marquis of Anguo. She was worried, fearing that Jiang Qingyao would do something that she would regret in a moment of confusion.
At this moment, Jiang Qingyao's face looked rosy and she looked refreshed. How could she show any sign of betrayal, despair, or self-abandonment?
She was clearly living a very good life, even more radiant and charming than before.
Dou Yueying took Jiang Qingyao's arm and said, "Qingyao, I heard everything about you. Are you really okay?"
Jiang Qingyao smiled, "What can I do?"
I am so lucky to have gotten rid of He Huaixuan, that vampire and heartless man.
Dou Yueying saw that her expression didn't seem fake. "He Huaixuan let you down, aren't you sad? Didn't you like him very much before?"
Jiang Qingyao pulled her to sit down and poured her a cup of tea. "He's shameless enough to hang out with someone else. Why should I be sad for him? Besides, I don't like him at all now."
Dou Yueying even suspected that Jiang Qingyao was upset by something. Why did she grit her teeth when she mentioned the name He Huaixuan?
It seems that she really hates that man.
Yes, if she were in his place, she would also hate the prince. If she didn't like him, she should just say it directly. But he kept him hanging and refused to cancel the engagement. He was also having an affair with other women. It was disgraceful.
The prince also proposed one wife and one concubine, letting Qingyao be his wife and Qin Yurong as his concubine. How wonderful it was for him!
Dou Yueying was indignant on Jiang Qingyao's behalf, but Jiang Qingyao told her to calm down. "Don't talk about him anymore. It's bad luck. Tell me how you've been lately."
The waiter brought the dishes and the two chatted happily.
An hour later, Jiang Qingyao and Dou Yueying left Fenglai Teahouse.
Not far away, He Huaixuan looked deeply at the light green figure. After Dou Yueying's carriage left, he approached quietly.
"Qingyao."
Hearing this, the smile on Jiang Qingyao's face faded. She turned around and was about to leave, but He Huaixuan suddenly grabbed her hand as if he wanted to break it.
"Run away when you see me?"
"Is this how you treat your savior?"
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