Has the Marquis' Mansion really fallen into such a state? Her disgust for the Marquis' Mansion was even greater.
"Cough cough...it's nothing!" Xu was choking so hard that she was about to cough out her lungs, and her face turned red.
She gasped, and used all her willpower to prevent her gaze from slicing at Sang Wenyin's belly, which was not yet noticeably bulging, like a knife.
She forced herself to avoid Sang Wenyin's position, her voice terribly hoarse, "S-sorry to bother you two. My throat suddenly felt uncomfortable just now... cough... sorry to bother you..."
This abnormal and utter loss of composure made Mrs. Sang's eyes even more suspicious.
Sang Wenyin curled the corners of her lips coldly, turned her head away, and was too lazy to even look at him.
The wife of Marquis Yongding was nothing special, which only made Liao Lang's talent and noble character stand out in her mind.
Jiang Songyi's thoughts raced, he couldn't let the Sang family become suspicious.
She forced herself to remain calm, patting her mother's back to soothe her anger. She spoke calmly to the Sang family mother and daughter, "Mother has been worried about my brother's safety for days, and she's exhausted. She's also caught a slight cold. Please forgive me, Madam Sang and Miss Sang, for any indiscretions."
Madam Sang was skeptical, but she forced a fake smile. "No, no, no, the Crown Prince is seriously injured, and it's natural for you to be worried. Then we..."
Jiang Songyi quickly interrupted her, his tone unquestionable: "Since Miss Sang is concerned about my brother, let's go to the study."
She had to get the Sang mother and daughter away from here as soon as possible to give her mother time to calm down. At the same time, a hint of coldness flashed across the depths of her eyes. The study might be able to put some things to rest.
Xu also reacted, suppressed the itch in her throat and the boiling murderous intent, and nodded randomly.
The group, each with their own agenda, crossed the courtyard in a strange atmosphere and arrived outside Jiang Jinzhao's study.
There was a servant guarding the door of the study. When he saw the mistress and the county lady coming with the mother and daughter of the Sang family, he hurriedly bowed to greet them, but his eyes subconsciously glanced at the closed door with worry and a hint of uneasiness.
Xu forced herself to suppress her surging anger, her voice still hoarse from coughing, as she asked, "Is the prince in there? Is he okay? What is he doing?"
The servant replied in a low voice: "Madam, the prince has just woken up and is now practicing... calligraphy in the study." He uttered the last word very unclearly and lowered his head.
Practicing calligraphy? Considering the prince's current state...
"Practicing calligraphy?!" The first person to express surprise was none other than Sang Wenyin.
She seemed to have heard something extremely absurd. She suddenly raised her voice, frowned, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were full of undisguised suspicion, ridicule, and a sense of absurdity that came from the heart.
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