Chapter 64 I have no choice but to see you off.
Taking a bath is the most relaxing thing to do. Jiang Yu closed her eyes and leaned against the bathtub, listening to Xia He's rambling talk.
"...This servant thinks that Ge Da is good in every way, except that his appearance is a bit too...too rugged. Especially that big beard, this servant wanted to pluck it off when I saw it, but Dong Shuang said that's what makes him manly..."
Jiang Yu smiled. Everyone has their own way of relieving stress. In his past life, he had come across a post about a certain world's richest man who relieved stress by washing dishes. Jiang Yu's way of relieving stress was to experience the mundane tasks of family life.
In her past life, when she was under a lot of pressure, she liked to go home and listen to her mother nag. Her mother would often brag to others, "My daughter is filial and enjoys listening to my nagging."
I miss my mom a little.
Jiang Yu opened her eyes, got up, and said to Xia He, "Everyone has different preferences. I'll find you a fair-skinned, clean-shaven man later."
Xia He's face flushed red instantly. "This servant doesn't want to get married."
Jiang Yu: "I didn't say you should get married! I just said, find a fair-skinned, clean-shaven man... for you to take a look at."
Xia He blushed even more this time, said "I'll go make the bed for Miss," and turned to leave. Jiang Yu laughed heartily behind her, and Chun Xue, who was helping Jiang Yu get dressed, also had a smile on her face.
Jiang Yu asked her, "What kind of man do you like?"
Chunxue's face flushed red. "This servant...this servant is still young..."
"Hahaha." Jiang Yu laughed again, and when Liao Mama and the maid outside heard this, they couldn't help but smile as well.
Jiang Yu lay down, closed her eyes, and reviewed the day's events. Only after confirming that there were no oversights did she clear her mind and gradually drift off to sleep.
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dungeon
Jiang Jiarong and Jiang Chengye were imprisoned in the same cell. Both of them were born with silver spoons in their mouths and were pampered. They had never experienced such hardship before. In less than two days, their pampered appearance was gone.
At this moment, the two men, their clothes crumpled and their hair disheveled like straw, huddled in a corner of the cell. Jiang Chengye stared at the straw on the ground, and after a while said, "Jiarong, tell me, are you in cahoots with those who plotted against me?"
He's just a spoiled brat, not stupid. There are things he can't understand at first, but he'll figure them out over time. It's certain he was set up in this boat purchase; the question is, what role did his own son play in it?
At first, he didn't believe that Jiang Jiarong would be involved in plotting against him, after all, he was his own son. Moreover, the two of them had been fooling around together for years, and their relationship was closer than that of a typical father and son.
But these past two days in jail, with nothing else to distract him, he's come to understand many things. His relationship with his son, Jiang Jiarong, wasn't actually that close. More often than not, Jiang Jiarong treated him like a distinguished guest.
Yes, a guest. Jiang Chengye felt that the word he used was very appropriate. Jiang Jiarong's respect for him was not the respect one would show to a father, but rather the obsequious respect a waiter at an inn would show to a guest.
After understanding this, Jiang Chengye felt a little sad. After all, his son was someone he had spent many years with, and their relationship was naturally very special.
Another thing he realized was that he had been tricked into buying the smuggled salt ship, and Jiang Jiarong had been involved from beginning to end. In fact, without Jiang Jiarong's help, he might not have bought that dilapidated ship at all. When too many coincidences occur, they cease to be coincidences.
"Why did you want to hurt me?" Jiang Chengye asked, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Jiang Jiarong.
Seeing his reaction, Jiang Jiarong quickly said, "Father, I... how could I harm you? You are my own father, and I am your own son!"
"Still trying to fool me?" Jiang Chengye stood up and kicked Jiang Jiarong to the ground. "You think I'm stupid? Yes, all these years, you've been fooling me like a fool."
"No, no, no, Father, I didn't! I was deceived too! I was really deceived!" Jiang Jiarong knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, his eyes filled with deep hatred.
However, he couldn't show his hatred. Even though he was now determined to kill Jiang Chengye, he had to hide it well.
This is the dungeon of the Duke of Chu's mansion, guarded by people from the Duke of Chu's household. Jiang Chengye is his own father. Let alone killing him, even if he shows the slightest disrespect to Jiang Chengye, if it reaches the Duke of Chu's ears, he will be charged with another crime.
Even if he acted as humble as dust at this moment, Jiang Chengye would not believe him. Jiang Chengye snorted heavily, raised his foot and kicked Jiang Jiarong in the chest again, gritting his teeth and saying, "I really raised a thankless wretch, you actually wanted to kill me."
Jiang Jiarong continued to kowtow, trying to deny it further, when a voice came, "Young Master, Eldest Young Master."
The two men turned their heads and saw the steward, Li Zhong, standing outside the prison cell with a tray in his hand. On the tray were a pot of wine and a wine cup.
The two men stared at him blankly, wondering what he meant by bringing the wine over. Then they heard Li Zhong instruct the person next to him, "Open the door."
The gatekeeper immediately took out the key and opened the cell door. Li Zhong walked in, bowed respectfully to the two men, and then looked at Jiang Jiarong and said, "Young Master, the Duke says that your sins are grave and it would be best if you committed suicide to atone for them."
After he finished speaking, the cell fell into a deathly silence. Jiang Jiarong and Jiang Chengye stared intently at the tray in his hands. Only then did they realize why Li Zhong had brought wine over in the middle of the night.
"No!"
Jiang Jiarong roared and ran out like a madman, shouting, "I want to see my grandfather, I want to see the Duke, I can't die, I don't want to die."
"Hold him down."
Li Zhong's voice rang out, and two burly men rushed over, grabbing Jiang Jiarong from both sides. Li Zhong then said:
“Young Master, it’s not your fault that you were switched at birth. You knew you weren’t the legitimate son when you were six, but you kept it a secret. The Duke didn’t dare to pursue the matter because you were young. But you murdered the legitimate son and plotted to harm your own father, putting the entire Chu State Duke’s Mansion in danger. That cannot be forgiven. Now, let’s go.”
Li Zhong carried the tray to Jiang Jiarong and said, "Young Master, would you like to come by yourself, or should this old servant escort you?"
"No, I didn't harm Jiang Jiamu! I want to see my grandfather! I want to see my grandfather!" Jiang Jiarong struggled and roared, but the two burly men restraining him were tall and strong, and were also martial artists, so his struggles were in vain.
“Young Master, the Duke will never see you again,” Li Zhong said.
Jiang Jiarong panicked again, and then he shouted loudly, "Then let me see my younger sister, let me see Jiang Yu."
Based on his observations over the past few days, if Jiang Yu could say a few good words for him to the Duke of Chu, he wouldn't have to die.
However, Li Zhong said, "The young lady is too busy to see you. Young master, if you don't want to leave on your own, this old servant will have to see you off."
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