Chapter 81
Want her blood
If Mrs. Jiang said this in the past, Jiang Fuqin would have added a mocking smile.
But listen now.
I don’t know why, but I felt even more nervous.
With a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes, Jiang Fuqin said softly weakly.
"I used to think she was introverted, well-behaved and obedient, but I didn't expect that she has been hiding her incompetence for so many years. Not only has she used Qingshan Town to soar to the sky, but she has also caused the people of the capital to respectfully call her a goddess. The people are ignorant and are the easiest to deceive. In the long run, she will be the only honorable person in the capital."
Think of this.
Jiang Fuqin was extremely jealous.
The identity of this goddess was tailor-made for herself, but who knew that Jiang Zhaoying would trick her and take advantage of her. It was really infuriating. She actually underestimated Jiang Zhaoying.
now.
Jiang Zhaoying almost caught them off guard, causing all their plans to go haywire.
"Qin'er, what do you think is our biggest worry... Jiang Zhaoying may really not be able to stay. I'll go discuss this with Madam Song. With her petty personality, I'm afraid she'll want Jiang Zhaoying to die soon. We can just stand by and give her advice and kill her with someone else's knife."
It is difficult to make people live, but there are plenty of opportunities to make people die.
She must get back all of Jiang Zhaoying's dowry as quickly as possible, as she had promised her.
He promised that when Fuqin got married, he would give her countless rare treasures, shops, manors, mountains and rivers as a dowry.
Her daughter must be the most noble.
Rong Linghui.
What’s the point of her doing more? Won’t she just end up making wedding dresses for them?
so.
The final winner was still Rong Lingzhu!
The bead curtains rustled, fragrance filled the air, and in the bright light, Jiang Zhaoying slowly walked towards them.
"aunt."
Jiang Zhaoying bowed slightly.
When Mrs. Jiang heard the word "aunt", she felt as uncomfortable as if she had swallowed a fly, but she couldn't show it and had to smile and give instructions to the maid.
"Go make the best tea."
Then he smiled at Jiang Zhaoying.
"I have no choice but to ask you to come back. Zhaoying, try the tea I improved and see if it suits your taste."
She personally brought the tea to Jiang Zhaoying. When she saw her take it, a hint of obscurity flashed in Mrs. Jiang's eyes.
In the prison.
They revealed too much and said too many things they shouldn't have said.
After coming back.
She and Jiang Fuqin discussed the matter for half an hour in a thrilling manner.
Then.
He pretended to look for Jiang Jianzheng, but Jiang Jianzheng had gone to Lord Fang's house and had not returned yet.
She asked someone to pretend to invite Jiang Zhiyu, but the servants said that Jiang Zhiyu was frightened and needed to rest. The servants tried to force their way into Jiang Zhiyu's courtyard, but were seen by Nanny Li. In a rage, Nanny Li had the courtyard cordoned off like an iron barrel and ordered that no one was allowed to enter the young master's courtyard.
then.
They have no other options, right?
We can only ask Jiang Zhaoying.
In fact, her target is Jiang Zhaoying!
"Second sister, you are here."
Jiang Fuqin spoke weakly and struggled to sit up.
Jiang Zhaoying's eyes were cold and she looked at Jiang Fuqin intently.
"Third sister, why are you suddenly so ill?"
"You know my health condition. I get sick every other day."
When Jiang Fuqin replied, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
She thought that Jiang Zhaoying would come over to help her no matter what when she saw how uncomfortable she was. Only by getting close to Jiang Zhaoying could she be sure whether Jiang Zhaoying had what she wanted.
Who knew she would just sit on the chair and greet me indifferently.
It turns out that without a mother, there is no family affection.
"Zhaoying."
Mrs. Jiang was secretly glad that Jiang Zhaoying didn't know what happened in the prison cell, so Jiang Zhaoying would believe whatever she said now.
"You are their elder sister, and I also want to discuss something with you."
As she spoke, Mrs. Jiang glanced at Jiang Fuqin, and Jiang Fuqin's pale face suddenly showed a hint of shyness.
"Fuqin and Prince Yueming have developed feelings for each other, and Prince Yueming intends to propose marriage. However, Fuqin is now seriously ill and has not recovered after seeing countless doctors. Zhaoying, can you help me? You know, my aunt's greatest wish is for Fuqin to marry well and live a happy life."
King Yueming? The Queen's son?
"How can I help?"
Jiang Zhaoying frowned slightly.
Haven't seen you for a few days.
Jiang Fuqin was indeed very thin, her face looked like it had been sharpened, and she looked as if she had difficulty breathing.
She's just like a sick beauty!
"Since the day she fell ill, she has changed doctors one after another and drank bowl after bowl of medicine, but she still hasn't gotten better. Can you help see if there is something else bothering her? If so, can you help her get rid of it? Otherwise, when Prince Yueming enters the palace and sees her like this, how will he be willing to propose marriage?"
Seeing the anxiety in Mrs. Jiang's eyes, she knew that things were not that simple, so Jiang Zhaoying stood up and walked to Jiang Fuqin's side and sat down.
Jiang Fuqin reached out and held Jiang Zhaoying's hand. Before she could say anything, tears fell and she choked.
"Second sister, am I going to die soon?"
"Don't talk nonsense, it's just an illness, it will be fine soon."
When Mrs. Jiang heard her daughter say this, pain suddenly filled her eyes and she hurried forward to persuade her.
Jiang Zhaoying observed Jiang Fuqin carefully, then looked at the house and shook her head.
"My father has carefully calculated and revised the birth dates of everyone in this house. It is very clean and there won't be anything else. Perhaps... you have concealed something from the doctor, so the doctor didn't treat the disease properly."
"The doctor said there is a missing medicine."
Mrs. Jiang answered hurriedly, but she was extremely happy in her heart. This person finally hit the nail on the head. Jiang Zhaoying was the one who started it, so it was natural for her to continue talking about it.
When her eyes turned red, Mrs. Jiang's brows were sad and she choked with sobs.
"As long as we have this medicine, Qin'er will recover immediately. Zhaoying, only you can help with this."
"What's the matter?"
Jiang Zhaoying spoke in a calm tone. She also knew that Mrs. Jiang's real purpose might be here.
"It's your blood."
Mrs. Jiang held Jiang Zhaoying's hand, her eyes shining.
"As long as you are willing to bleed Qin'er for three consecutive days, she will recover. When King Yueming comes to propose marriage, we will definitely remember your kindness."
"Why my blood?"
The coldness in Jiang Zhaoying's eyes gradually intensified.
"If we're talking about relatives, wouldn't Fu Xiao's blood be better?"
"She...she was frightened. As soon as she came back, she packed up her things and hid in her grandparents' house. I can't find her now. Zhaoying, it's just three bowls of blood. When the time comes, your aunt will use the best herbs to help you recover."
"My grandparents' home is only a dozen miles away from here, so you can just ask someone to bring her back."
Jiang Zhaoying knew that she was making excuses and lying. Not only did Jiang Fuxiao not go to her grandparents' house, but he was behind the screen.
She usually loves to dress up and has a particularly strong scent on her body.
so.
What Mrs. Jiang wanted from the very beginning was her blood, but... why did they want her blood?
The curtain rustled slightly.
A maid came in with a tray on which was a large bowl and a dagger.
Mrs. Jiang's tone began to become anxious, pointing at the plate.
"We in the Jiang Mansion value merit the most. Look, as long as you donate a little bit of blood, you can save your sister's life. This is such a great merit. When she marries Prince Yue Ming, she will definitely take good care of you. Even if the Song Mansion dares to make any move, Qin'er will help you deal with it. Zhaoying, this deal is a good deal."
"Are you so sure that she will become Princess Yueming?"
Jiang Zhaoying looked at their determined attitude and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Is Prince Yueming really that affectionate that he would give up so many young ladies from aristocratic families in the capital and only want a daughter born to his second wife?
not to mention.
Jiang Fuqin's appearance is not the best in Beijing.
Here.
What was it that she hadn't seen?
"Prince Yueming has sworn that he will not marry anyone other than Qin'er. Zhaoying, this is a good opportunity for us, a good opportunity for the Jiang family to prosper. You have to know that Prince Yueming is the Queen's biological son."
so.
They were attracted by the identity of the Queen's son. As long as Prince Yueming won, they would have the opportunity to become the most noble women in the world!
What about King Yue Ming? Does he also want that position?
But she still couldn't figure out why Jiang Fuqin and King Yue Ming got together.
To be arrogant.
If Jiang Fuqin could be of any help to King Yueming in seizing that position, King Yueming might as well focus on his brother, after all, his brother also had a lot of wealth.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get some blood."
Mrs. Jiang didn't want to give Jiang Zhaoying a chance to hesitate, so she grabbed Jiang Zhaoying's hand and pressed it on the table. Then several maids and servants rushed over and took Jiang Zhaoying away.
Obviously.
Mrs. Jiang had already instructed them, so they held Jiang Zhaoying down tightly.
The dagger was very sharp, flashing a cold light. When it cut Jiang Zhaoying's palm, blood gushed out.
Jiang Zhaoying looked at the ecstatic expressions of Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Fuqin.
A terrible thought suddenly popped up in my mind!
Bang.
The door was kicked open.
Jiang Jianzheng rushed in and saw this scene. He almost instantly rushed over and slapped all the servants who were escorting Jiang Zhaoying to the ground.
"master."
When Mrs. Jiang saw Jiang Jianzheng's reaction, she screamed and tried to push Jiang Jianzheng. Jiang Jianzheng, with a cold and handsome face, raised his hand and slapped Mrs. Jiang hard.
Then.
The cold and fierce eyes suddenly shot towards Jiang Fuqin.
Jiang Fuqin's body began to tremble violently. She stepped back subconsciously, not daring to look at Jiang Jianzheng's eyes.
"Do you still have any shame?"
Jiang Jian was pointing at Jiang Fuqin and asking in a hateful voice. Jiang Fuqin's tears suddenly fell and she looked at Madam Jiang and cried.
"Mother."
Mrs. Jiang hurriedly got up, hugged Jiang Fuqin in her arms, turned around and screamed at Jiang Jianzheng.
"It's all my fault, isn't it? She is so ill now, I have thought of all the solutions I can think of. This is the only solution, sir. It's just three bowls of blood."
"roll."
Jiang Jianzheng gnashed his teeth and scolded angrily, then helped Jiang Zhaoying up and turned to leave.
After returning to Jiang Jianzheng's courtyard, he immediately summoned a doctor.
The doctor came very quickly, was shocked when he saw the wound on her hand, and said anxiously.
"Why is it so deep? If it were a little deeper, the tendon would be broken."
Jiang Jianzheng's face was filled with gloom as he listened. He raised his hand and smashed the cup to the ground. Looking at the wound on Jiang Zhaoying's palm, Jiang Jianzheng's heart was broken.
"Why do you let her do what she wants?"
Why bother helping people like that? Just refuse to leave. At worst, just slap them away.
"Those mother and daughter are just like dog-skin plasters. Once they stick to you, you can't get rid of them."
These years.
He kept hiding and avoiding, but was still hit. His disgust for Rong Lingzhu had reached its peak.
"Ma'am, you can't go in."
There were voices of servants trying to stop someone from outside, followed by the sound of slaps and Mrs. Jiang's angry rebuke.
"Get out of here. I have something important to discuss with the master. As the head of the family, I can't move around freely?"
Speaking of.
Then I heard the maids and the old women pounce on the servant and grab him, making him scream, and then I heard footsteps rushing in.
Mrs. Jiang was extremely anxious and held a large bowl in her hand. Seeing the doctor treating Jiang Zhaoying's wound, she rushed over, pushed the doctor away, grabbed Jiang Zhaoying's hand and tried to squeeze out blood.
"You're still making trouble!"
Jiang Jianzheng was so angry at her crazy look that his eyes turned red. He grabbed Mrs. Jiang's arm and threw the bowl in her hand away.
Mrs. Jiang looked at the broken bowl and started crying on the ground.
for a long time.
As he glared at Jiang Jianzheng, resentment continued to overflow from his eyes. Jiang Jianzheng also did not give in. He looked at Madam Jiang coldly, pointed at her and shouted.
"Lock her up and don't let her leave the room without my permission."
"No, sir, Qin'er is so ill that she will die without my care."
Mrs. Jiang struggled and screamed hysterically. She had put all her efforts into Jiang Fuqin. She was about to succeed, and she would never give up, not even the slightest hope.
"Since you are so afraid of her death, then move her into your yard and provide her with food, clothing and other necessities."
They can use as much medicine as they want and wear as luxuriously as they want, as long as they don't cause trouble.
"Master, how could you do this to us? How could you do this? Qin'er will soon be Princess Yueming. Did you know that?"
"Stop dreaming about these things. Will Princess Yueming be your turn?"
Even if Jiang Jianzheng was beaten to death, he would never believe that a smart man like King Yue Ming would fall in love with Jiang Fuqin. It was simply a pipe dream.
"If you don't believe me, wait until Qin'er gets better, and then you can see. If it doesn't work, I can lock myself up without you telling me, okay?"
"What are you standing there for?"
Jiang Jianzheng roared angrily, and all the servants guarding outside the door rushed in, dragging Madam Jiang and turned away.
Mrs. Jiang cried and shouted, struggling hysterically.
Jiang Zhaoying took a look at the bandaged wound, walked to the window, and looking at Mrs. Jiang's dying appearance, Jiang Zhaoying raised her injured hand.
"There is a secret between her and Jiang Fuqin, father, you know that, right?"
Jiang Jianzheng's face changed drastically. He turned to look at Madam Jiang's back. His hands in his sleeves began to tremble violently. He lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"Feel sorry."
He can't talk about this matter now, and he doesn't know how to say it.
Jiang Zhaoying nodded, but did not dwell on the issue. She just bowed and said.
"If there is a next time, I will chop off my aunt's hand. I will go find Aunt Li and explain something to her."
"Okay, go ahead."
Watching his daughter slowly walk out of the yard, Jiang Jian was sitting on a chair, feeling extremely upset.
What should we do to achieve the best of both worlds?
When Nanny Li heard that the young lady had returned, she had someone prepare the soup. When she saw her young lady come back, she ran out of the yard and hugged her in her arms.
"Is the injury serious? Is there a doctor to look after it? Can I take medicine?"
Jiang Zhaoying smiled, turned around, and rolled up her sleeves to reveal her white arms.
"No injuries at all, I was well protected and I was very careful."
Only then did Nanny Li heave a sigh of relief and pulled Jiang Zhaoying into the house. She was first fed two large bowls of soup and then two snacks. Only then did Nanny Li start to ask her.
"I see Ah Si and the others have returned, and they are all seriously injured. Everything has been arranged according to your wishes, and the people to be taken with them have been re-selected. This time, I will go with the young lady. I want to see what those things are."
"good."
This time.
Jiang Zhaoying did not refuse. In fact, she was not used to Li Ma'am not being around.
The true faces of Mrs. Jiang and the others have almost been exposed, and she is ready to close the net and catch them all in one fell swoop.
"Oh, right." Nanny Li remembered something. "The master asked me to pass on a message, but I almost forgot."
Jiang Zhaoying patted the seat beside her. Nanny Li was sitting next to her, combing her long hair and frowning.
"The master said that when he was at the execution ground, that bastard Song Chengyu forced him to sign a pledge on a piece of paper..."
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