Jiang Shumiao stayed in the palace for three days, and the Fifth Princess and the Fifth Prince took a three-day vacation with her.
During this time, Xiao Yitang stayed in the palace to accompany her daughter.
Three days later, the mother and daughter left the palace.
Seeing her daughter looking dejected, Xiao Yitang roughly knew what was bothering her.
"You really don't want to go to school?"
Jiang Shumiao was very distressed. "Friends have turned into enemies. They're hard to get along with now."
On the altar of Jianzhang Palace that day, the ministers who were targeting her all had children who were Jiang Shumiao's classmates.
That old geezer Ruan Rongping has his youngest grandson sitting at the table in front of the Fifth Prince.
Cao Yinglin's youngest nephew sat behind Pang Xiangyu.
They used to be all Jiang Shumiao's little followers.
Now their family is clearly trying to elevate her to a higher position, not wanting her to remain on earth and bring trouble to their family.
Xiao Yitang didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only say, "Let things take their course."
If powerful families are unwilling to back down, then bloodshed is the only option.
Jiang Shumiao went to the Wen residence.
This time, we went openly and honestly.
Wen Zhixuan hadn't returned yet, but she saw Shen Qinghe.
Shen Qinghe was a complete stranger to Jiang Shumiao.
She hadn't seen Jiang Shumiao during the years she was in mourning, and hadn't paid any attention to her when she got married. Not long after, she was caught up in a storm of rumors and was confined to her home almost every day.
When I last went to the Duke of Anguo's mansion for help, Jiang Shumiao had already entered the palace.
Upon first meeting Jiang Shumiao, Shen Qinghe felt only unfamiliarity and instinctive dislike.
She hated the entire Jiang family.
"Your Highness, what brings you here?"
Jiang Shumiao stared at her for a while, then asked in surprise, "Are you pregnant?"
Shen Qinghe: "..."
This kid is indeed quite capable, a skill that strikes deep into people's hearts.
Wen Zhixuan's insistence on her not having the child, delivered with such sincerity, coupled with the rumors she'd heard these past few days, left her no choice but to believe him.
But she still couldn't bear to part with it.
She may harbor evil towards the world, but she finds it hard to part with her own flesh and blood.
Jiang Shumiao is a goddess...
A thought flashed through Shen Qinghe's mind.
She smiled, gently stroked her lower abdomen, and softly hummed in agreement.
Jiang Shumiao shook her head, "No wonder."
Shen Qinghe asked, puzzled, "What do you mean, 'no wonder'?"
Jiang Shumiao spoke frankly, "You're going to die."
Shen Qinghe: "..."
Shen Qinghe's expression froze, her fingers tightened slightly, and her heart sank to the bottom.
"Because of the child in my womb?"
Jiang Shumiao nodded.
"It was a mistake from the start; a forced marriage won't last long."
Wen Zhixuan's deepest bond with this world is his wife and children. His existence directly affects the fate of his wife and children.
One died young, the other lived alone.
A truly tragic and ill-fated relationship.
Shen Qinghe's current pregnancy will also be lost.
Shen Qinghe's face turned pale. She suddenly knelt down and pleaded, "Miaomiao, please help me. You are a goddess, you must have a way, right?"
Jiang Shumiao's eyes were filled with pity.
Shen Qinghe's life can be summed up in just three words: unfulfilled desires.
She didn't receive love from her parents when she was young, and she couldn't find a devoted partner when she grew up. At only nineteen years old, her life was already on the countdown.
"I can't save you."
Shen Qinghe collapsed to the ground, all color draining from her face.
"Aren't you a goddess? Why can't you save me? Or do you simply not want to save me?"
When Shen Xubai was poisoned and became mentally impaired, Jiang Shumiao restored him to normal with just one talisman.
Now that her baby is healthy, why do people say it can't be kept?
Jiang Shumiao could see her resentment and hatred.
Some people never know how to be grateful; they only ever dwell on what others have wronged them.
Shen Qinghe perfectly inherited all the bad traits of her parents.
She was the one who harmed others first, yet when she was in trouble, she blamed others for not helping her.
She felt sorry for herself, thinking that the whole world had wronged her and that everyone should make it up to her.
But in this world, where are there so many things that are taken for granted?
"Your problem lies in love. If you can let go of it, there might still be a chance for things to turn around."
Jiang Shumiao didn't actually understand.
Wen Zhixuan is clearly a heartless man. He may have a sense of responsibility towards Shen Qinghe, but not much.
Does Shen Qinghe really not know?
Why continue to deceive yourself and remain stubbornly ignorant?
Just then, Wen Zhixuan returned.
Shen Qinghe glanced at him, then silently left.
Wen Zhixuan had already guessed why Jiang Shumiao had come. "I heard that the princess had left the palace and I wanted to pay her a visit, but I didn't expect the princess to come to my door in person."
Jiang Shumiao didn't waste any words.
"What was the name of the Wen family's ancestor?"
Wen Zhixuan remained silent for a long time before replying, "I don't know."
Jiang Shumiao's eyes widened.
"What?"
Wen Zhixuan took a sip of tea before saying, "You saw the memorial tablets enshrined in the Wen family ancestral hall the other day. The nameless stele in the very center is the ancestor of the Wen family."
Jiang Shumiao asked incredulously, "Then how did your Wen family pass it down?"
Wen Zhixuan said, “All I know is that my ancestor passed away at the age of thirty. After his death, he left a will forbidding the construction of a tomb or the carving of an inscription for him. His sons, grandsons and great-grandsons all wanted to pass on his deeds orally, but they all suffered a backlash and died young, as if it were a curse.”
Jiang Shumiao was astonished.
"Your ancestor must have offended someone, right?"
"Maybe."
Wen Zhixuan frowned slightly. "For thousands of years, the Wen family has stood at the pinnacle of the Xuanmen, but in recent years it has shown signs of decline. Before I came here, my ancestor appeared to my grandfather in a dream, saying that the turning point was in my hands. So several of my uncles joined forces to send me to the era in which my ancestor was born, to trace our roots."
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