After finishing her breakfast, Xu Wanying wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and left first.
The rest of the Jiang family sat blankly at the table, most of them with expressions of indifference and lack of desire.
"Did Wanying eat well just now?" Cen Ying couldn't help but ask.
“Yes, Mother, Third Sister-in-law ate quite a lot. She must have really liked today’s osmanthus porridge, she even asked for an extra bowl.” Jiang Jinyu was sitting next to Xu Wanying and saw everything clearly, she knew exactly what Xu Wanying ate.
"Wasn't my third sister-in-law feeling nauseous just now? How come she has such a good appetite so soon?" Li Chunlan asked curiously.
She glanced at the bowl beside her; it was almost full of porridge, but she had barely touched it and simply couldn't eat anymore.
Of everyone at the table, only Xu Wanying had a hearty appetite, as if she wasn't the first one to complain of nausea.
"Ha, you're all so delicate that you can't eat, but you won't allow others to have a good appetite? You're all used to fine clothes and delicacies. Let you go to a cold and harsh place and go hungry for a few days, then everything will taste delicious!" Marquis Zhongyi rebuked in a cold voice.
After he finished speaking, he picked up the bowl in front of him and finished his rice in a few bites, even picking up a side dish with his chopsticks, his movements were very swift.
He wasn't actually criticizing those who were spoiled; he was criticizing them for daring to mock him.
But he couldn't bring himself to say it. When Xu Wanying was present, he couldn't speak out because he wanted to keep the secret.
Now that Xu Wanying has left, he no longer has this concern, but he can't bring himself to speak up. Just imagining himself, an old man, chasing after a young girl, speaking softly and even shamelessly, makes him feel extremely ashamed and indignant.
"Give me another bowl!" He pushed the bowl over directly. He only wanted a bowl of rice, but he looked like he was commanding a thousand troops, exuding a strange sense of heroism.
Just as he finished serving the porridge and handed it to him, he heard another sound of dry heaving.
When he looked up, he saw Jiang Chengxiao's face full of pain, and this time he not only dry heaved, but also vomited.
Marquis Zhongyi looked at the porridge in the bowl, his stomach churned, and his throat gradually became sore. He felt like he was going to vomit at any moment, and he couldn't eat any more.
"You worthless wretch!" He put down the bowl and cursed at his son's lack of ambition.
After vomiting for a while, Jiang Chengxiao gradually calmed down, and Lu Ling handed him a handkerchief.
The man wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and when he looked up and met the gaze of the Marquis of Loyalty, he opened his mouth again and began to vomit, but this time nothing came out.
"You brat, what do you mean? You look at me and I want to vomit. What kind of filth has grown on your father's face? Such disrespect deserves a whipping!" Marquis Zhongyi was naturally very perceptive of his gaze and immediately jumped up and down in anger.
It's fortunate that he's older now, and his temper has improved a lot. He only curses verbally. If he were twenty years younger, he probably would have already grabbed someone and hung them up.
Jiang Chengxiao calmed down again. This time, he deliberately avoided Marquis Zhongyi and didn't look at him at all.
"You bastard, what do you mean by not looking after your father? You've really rebelled against Heaven!"
"Father, I can't look at you, I'll throw up if I do." Jiang Chengxiao was honest.
"What do you mean? You really want to rebel against me!" Marquis Zhongyi finally couldn't hold back and jumped up, rushing over to grab him.
Jiang Chengxiao clearly guessed his actions and jumped up, ready to escape. However, before the father and son could meet, they were stopped by Jiang Chengzhong.
"Father, please don't be angry. Although my second brother is a scoundrel, he wouldn't stoop to this level. There must be a reason why he did this," Jiang Chengzong said, trying to persuade him.
Upon hearing this, Marquis Zhongyi's anger did not subside. He wanted to rush over and teach this brat a lesson, but his eldest son was in the middle, so he couldn't get through.
He had to admit that he was indeed getting old, while his eldest son was in the prime of his life.
"Fine, let this bastard tell me." He struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so he coughed lightly and asked.
"I did this to reduce Xing Xiaoya's influence on me. After hearing what Shenqi and my sister-in-law said, I am indeed less obsessed with Xing Xiaoya, but the effect is minimal. However, when I think of what Shenqi said about Dad, a feeling of nausea wells up in my heart, and the effect is very good. I want to try to make it a habit so that when Xing Xiaoya is mentioned, I don't feel hot-headed, but rather want to vomit."
Jiang Chengxiao explained weakly. After saying this, he closed his eyes again, clearly forcing himself to imagine the old man and Xing Xiaoya together.
Soon, he started gagging again.
"You scoundrel!" Marquis Zhongyi grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it at him.
***
Inside the Princess's residence, Princess Zhaoyang was throwing a tantrum, while two maids knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging repeatedly.
"Princess, spare me! This servant deserves to die!"
"You all deserve to die! You treated my guests so poorly. The house was on fire, and you didn't care about the guests' lives at all, but you ran away quickly. Luckily, Xiaoya is very lucky, otherwise this wouldn't be a guest visit, it would have been murder." Princess Zhaoyang said coldly, slamming her hand on the table as she spoke, clearly furious.
"Guards! Drag those two out and beat them to death!"
After reprimanding the two men, Zhao Yang vented his anger and immediately ordered someone to come in.
"Wait a minute, Princess. It's understandable that they forgot about the guests in their haste," Xing Xiaoya, who was sitting to the side, immediately advised.
“There’s no excuse. Such a useless servant will only cause harm if kept around. It’s better to get rid of him as soon as possible.” The princess did not budge.
“Princess, this is my first time visiting the Princess’s residence. If I were to punish two servants at once, people might think I’m unlucky.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang immediately softened.
"Xiaoya, how can you say such a thing? You are a person of great fortune, otherwise how could I have become so close to you at first sight? I have told you many times, don't call me Princess, just call me Zhaoyang. There are no outsiders here."
"I promise you, so promise me you'll let them go, okay?"
Princess Zhaoyang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, you two hurry up and thank Xiaoya."
"Thank you, Miss Xing!" The two maids immediately kowtowed in gratitude.
"Xiaoya, where did your brother Dazhuang go? I sent guards to keep watch on Wutong Street, but he didn't come back all night!"
Upon hearing this, Xing Xiaoya immediately looked anxious.
"Big Zhuang hasn't gone home all night? No, I have to go check on him."
“Going back won’t help. Wangjing is so big, where can a weak woman like you find him? I’ve invited a painter over. Describe his appearance and have the painter draw it so the guards can find him.” After Zhaoyang finished speaking, she clapped her hands.
Soon an artist came in, and Xing Xiaoya sat down, carefully recalling and describing what she had seen.
When the portrait reached Princess Zhaoyang's hands, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, and she couldn't help but frown.
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