Jiang Jingyu sat up and gently pounded her aching waist: "Xiaodie? Xiaodie?"
Xiaodie, who was guarding the door, heard her voice and hurried in: "Young Madam, you're awake!"
As soon as I walked into the inner room, I saw clothes scattered on the ground and a pink bellyband hanging on the screen swaying gently...
This wasn't the most shocking thing for Xiaodie. What shocked her the most was that Jiang Jingyu's face was still flushed, and her neck was covered with dense red marks, even her chest was not spared! !
Xiaodie hurriedly lowered her head and said, "Don't look at anything inappropriate, don't look at anything inappropriate!"
With a red face, she picked up the scattered clothes on the ground, and hurried to the front wardrobe to take out a clean dress.
"Young Madam, I will change your clothes for you."
Xiaodie lowered her head and waited by the bed, waiting for Jiang Jingyu to get up.
Jiang Jingyu forced herself to get out of bed despite the discomfort. The swelling somewhere made it difficult for her to walk. She slowly walked to Xiaodie, turned her back to her and opened her arms.
His entire body was exposed to Xiaodie without a single covering. Xiaodie's pupils shuddered, and she inwardly exclaimed, "Oh my god!"
Xiaodie skillfully helped Jiang Jingyu put on her dress, combed her hair and provided other services all in one go!
As soon as Jiang Jingyu finished washing up, several maids came to Biluozhai with meals and supplements.
"Young Madam, these are the meals and supplements that the old lady ordered me to bring. The old lady said that you should rest well these few days and we will discuss the account book issue later."
Jiang Jingyu looked at the food on the table and understood that the news of their marriage consummation last night had already reached the old lady's ears!
Jiang Jingyu held her chin with both hands and looked at the food and supplements in front of her. She could already imagine the old lady's expression at that moment.
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The people in the Prime Minister's Mansion have been extremely busy these days, and even the joy brought by Jiang Jingran being canonized as the Third Prince's Consort has been diluted a lot.
Mrs. Hong was so angry when she learned about the losses at Anzhuang that she collapsed. Now the housekeeper has been busy running errands back and forth to Anzhuang, hoping to recover some of the losses.
After Jiang Jingran came out of Madam Hong's room, he happened to meet the servant who served the Prime Minister on his way back.
"Miss."
When the servant saw her, he lowered his head and called out to her.
Jiang Jingran glanced at the meal in the servant's hand and asked in a deep voice, "Where is father?"
"My dear Miss, the master has been shutting himself up in his study since the morning court session. Please go and try to persuade him. He didn't eat a single bite of his dinner last night and didn't even have time to eat breakfast this morning. If he continues like this, how can he survive?"
Jiang Jingran frowned: "Give me the food box, I will go there myself."
"Yes, yes! Thank you, Miss!"
When Jiang Jingran arrived at the study, the prime minister was sitting at the desk with a frown on his face, looking at the book in his hand with a serious expression.
"I heard from the servants that father hasn't eaten for two meals. Ran'er's kitchen has prepared some food. Father, please eat something first."
The Prime Minister didn't even raise his head: "Put it there for now, I'm not hungry yet."
Jiang Jingran walked over with a food box in hand: "Father, my daughter and the Third Prince's wedding is in half a month. Father, you must take care of yourself."
When this matter was mentioned, the Prime Minister finally raised his head.
He looked at his sensible daughter who made him proud with a look of relief, and a faint smile appeared on his irritable face.
"Ran'er is right. As a father, I cannot fall down at this time!"
"I'm relieved that Dad thinks of Ran'er this way. No matter when, Dad must remember that Ran'er needs you. Even for Ran'er's sake, Dad must take care of himself!"
As Jiang Jingran spoke, she took out the meal from the lunch box. While the Prime Minister was drinking his porridge, she secretly glanced at the book on the desk.
After reading the contents clearly, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Does father intend to just swallow this anger? I know that father doesn't want to make a big deal out of this because of his status, but what he did is really too much!"
"Mother has fallen seriously ill because of what happened at Anzhuang. Father, I cannot bear this!"
The Prime Minister paused while drinking his porridge, looked up at Jiang Jingran, and saw the cruelty and unwillingness on her face.
The Prime Minister immediately lost interest in drinking his porridge. He said solemnly, "Ran'er, even if this matter is suspicious, we cannot act rashly without evidence. We can only force ourselves to swallow this bitter pill."
"Father, isn't it obvious who did this? It's clearly Fu Yanci taking revenge on the Prime Minister's Mansion for that bitch Jiang Jingyu!"
Jiang Jingran clenched his hands tightly, and all the gentleness of the past disappeared.
That day at the Cuju banquet, she was humiliated by being stepped on by that little bitch Jiang Jingyu. She had to vent her anger no matter what!
Fortunately, she has now become the third imperial consort appointed by His Majesty, and her status has changed dramatically. What if Fu Yanci is a mighty general who is about to be conferred a title?
No matter how noble one's status is, can it be nobler than her, the third imperial concubine personally appointed by His Majesty?
Her father was hesitant because of Fu Yanci's identity, but she, Jiang Jingran, was not afraid!
In addition to the Prime Minister's Mansion, she now has a bigger backer.
Thinking of what the Third Prince said that day, a blush flashed across Jiang Jingran's face, and he suddenly had a plan in his mind.
No one knows a daughter better than her father, especially Jiang Jingran, who grew up by his side. The Prime Minister knows her very well and he can see through Jiang Jingran's mood at a glance.
The Prime Minister put the bowl in his hand aside heavily and warned with a stern face: "Ran'er, this matter involves the Dark Manor. You must not tell anyone. Once others know about it, it will definitely bring disaster to the Prime Minister's Mansion!"
If a minister as powerful as the prime minister were to be found out by others that he was secretly running a secret bank, he would definitely be slandered by people with ulterior motives.
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