He Huaixuan thought that he had treated her well in his previous life, and only hid the matter of Rong'er and the child from Jiang Qingyao.
Since Jiang Qingyao is his wife, it is natural for her to raise his child. Rong'er and the child are suffering from the pain of separation, and it is Rong'er who should be wronged.
But when Jiang Qingyao found out the truth, she actually looked cheated. She was really ungrateful.
He has already made her the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion, what else does she want?
However, Jiang Qingyao still has many advantages. She is kind, wise, and thoughtful. She is a good mistress. He feels at ease to leave the household to her.
The bad thing was that she cared too much about little things and lacked the gentleness and humility of a woman. She was not as humble and submissive as the women he kept outside.
Jiang Qingyao was born with a proud character.
For seven years, he tried to break her pride bit by bit and smooth out her edges. Until that day, Jiang Qingyao begged him to help the Xue family, and she finally bowed her head.
He Huaixuan didn't feel as satisfied as he had expected, but rather empty.
He also didn't know what he had been playing against her all these years?
Perhaps he didn't need to fight for victory or defeat, just let his willful wife make a fuss. After all, he had indulged Jiang Qingyao for so many years, so he might as well indulge her again in this life.
"Young Master, Miss Jiang is leaving!" The servant's reminder brought He Huaixuan back to his senses.
Jiang Qingyao heard his call, but ignored him and turned to get on the carriage in the mansion.
Is she treating him like air?
He Huaixuan looked unhappy and stepped forward to lift the car curtain. "It's not good to ignore this prince, right?"
Zhitao choked. The prince was acting too impulsively. How could he lift the curtain and talk to the young lady in the street? The young lady is now the marquis's wife-to-be, and the prince's nominal mother!
The prince should avoid suspicion.
Jiang Qingyao said calmly, "Isn't the prince under house arrest? Aren't you afraid that Madam He will be angry if you sneak out?"
Although Jiang Qingyao's tone was cold, her words showed her concern for him and her worry that he would be punished again.
She still has me in her heart.
He Huaixuan raised the corners of his lips, "Qingyao, don't worry about me. Grandmother is just talking and looking angry, but she may not really be willing to punish me."
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A bit disgusting.
Jiang Qingyao was speechless when he called her "Qingyao". "Sir, please call me Miss Jiang to avoid misunderstandings."
He Huaixuan reluctantly changed his words, "I understand, Miss Jiang."
She is not his wife yet, so calling her Qingyao is not really appropriate.
Jiang Qingyao glared at him coldly, "What brings you here to see me, my lord? If you have nothing else to do, please go back."
A feeling of irritation arose in my heart.
Talking to He Huaixuan would exhaust her patience, and she tried hard to restrain her hatred and disgust towards him and not show any signs of it.
After all, she is now the young girl Jiang Qingyao, not the Jiang Qingyao who has experienced a lifetime of suffering and died a miserable death. She should act as if she has no hatred or grudge against He Huaixuan.
I wonder if in this life, without her and the Xue family's help, He Huaixuan can still support the Anguo Marquis Mansion like he did in his previous life?
He Huaixuan didn't notice the impatience in Jiang Qingyao's eyes. He just stared at her lips, which were bright red and plump, making people want to kiss them.
"Miss Jiang, Qin Yurong and I were just confused for a moment. From what Grandmother said, we won't let her in. We'll just keep her in the yard outside. She can't do anything, and she won't shake the position of the wife."
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
He Huaixuan was not reluctant to part with Qin Yurong, but was reluctant to part with his children from his previous life, his son An'er, his two daughters Huan'er and Lian'er, and the unborn child in Qin Yurong's belly, which was probably a boy. It was a fate bestowed by the Buddha, and he could not give them up.
Jiang Qingyao looked at him doubtfully, "Sir, this is your business, what does it have to do with me?"
She chuckled as she spoke, "If the prince has a girl he likes and wants to marry as his principal wife, when I become his mother in the future, I will naturally take a look at her for him. As an elder, you have to worry about the younger generation, right?"
After saying that, Jiang Qingyao asked the coachman to start the carriage.
What a joke! She doesn't care who He Huaixuan marries.
She knew that He Huaixuan had kept many women outside in his previous life. She thought that He Huaixuan was infertile and at least would not have any children from concubines to disgust her, so she turned a blind eye.
Unexpectedly, He Huaixuan had already placed his and Qin Yurong's son in the mansion and raised him with the treatment of a legitimate son.
They're both bitches, a perfect match.
How could she react like that? She doesn't care?!
He Huaixuan was stunned for a moment, then stopped the carriage. He was angry and his tone became harsh, almost questioning, "Miss Jiang, what are you going to do in such a hurry?!"
This time, Zhi Tao couldn't help herself and said, "Miss, we are going to Ci'en Temple to pray for Lord Anguo, praying that he will turn the bad luck into good luck and return safely."
The young lady prayed for the Marquis before she even got married. She was kind-hearted. However, the prince, as a son, did nothing about it. Instead, he harassed the young lady on the street. He was so unfilial.
This time the carriage was completely far away, and the coachman breathed a sigh of relief. This prince was really difficult to deal with.
He Huaixuan smiled meaningfully. At this time, he was certain that Jiang Qingyao had no memory of her previous life.
If Jiang Qingyao was also reborn, she would definitely know that her father would never come back. He was already dead, and praying for him was just a waste of energy.
It won't be long before the title of Marquis of Anguo will be his. By then, Jiang Qingyao will definitely regret choosing a dead man.
There are still two months until Jiang Qingyao and her father's wedding, so there is still hope.
He Huaixuan retracted his gaze and said, "Let's go back to the house. Don't let my grandmother find out that I sneaked out."
The servant saw that the prince's expression was inexplicably happy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He Huaixuan murmured, "If she continues to be so disobedient, this prince may not let her be his legitimate wife, but make her a concubine to curb her arrogance."
Servant:?
But Miss Jiang clearly has no interest in the prince, is the prince overthinking it???
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Ci'en Temple.
Jiang Qingyao knelt on the cushion with her hands clasped together, facing the majestic golden statue of Buddha.
The scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, and the sound of bells could be heard from time to time. Gradually, my chaotic thoughts calmed down.
Suddenly feeling like being stared at by something dangerous, Jiang Qingyao opened her eyes and turned her head sharply.
It's him.
The man I saw in the carriage last time.
Jiang Qingyao looked alert. She hadn't noticed anyone coming in until she realized he was standing behind her. She didn't know how long he had been watching her since he came in.
The man exuded a powerful aura, and his gaze upon her was distant. He asked nonchalantly, "What are you doing?"
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