Chapter 685: Do You Want to See Your Son Die for Zhuzhu?

Jiao still had a warm smile on her face as she stood up and said goodbye to Mrs. Wei.

"Since Xingxing won't be back until the afternoon, I'll come over in the afternoon. It was my fault for being rash and not delivering the invitation in advance." No matter how Jiao complained in her heart, she did a very nice job of saving face and spoke very generously.

The Yu family politely sent Jiao away.

Bai Xiaofeng was still a little puzzled: "Mother, why did the Crown Prince's wife come to see Xingxing for no reason?"

Mrs. Wei was also puzzled: "Who would know? I have been to the Xin Guogong Mansion several times, and I don't think that Madam Jiao has much contact with our Xing Xing. She suddenly came to our house today, and I feel very confused."

The two looked at each other, neither of them understood what Jiao was here for.

Xingxing returned home after lunch. When Xingxing returned home, Mrs. Wei immediately asked someone to tell Xingxing about Jiao's affairs.

Xingxing was also a little surprised.

She really didn't have much contact with Jiao. She didn't like the way Jiao looked at her. It seemed that she was restrained and forbearing, and there was also a kind of oppression from a superior.

Xingxing couldn't explain it, but she was vaguely resisting this kind of relationship.

But Jiao was indeed very anxious. Not long after Xingxing returned home, Jiao came to her house in a hurry again.

Xingxing took a deep breath and asked someone to invite Jiao into her courtyard.

This is Jiao's first time to come to Qiu Shui Garden.

As soon as she entered the yard, her eyes were attracted by a cluster of grape trellises in Qiu Shui Garden.

It is winter now, and the grape trellis is empty, but there is a swing under the trellis, and the hemp rope of the swing is tightly wrapped with fine silk cloth. Every detail is carefully designed.

There was even a pool of fresh water brought into the Qiu Shui Garden, which meandered into a small stream just below the small pavilion.

It is not even the first month of the lunar year yet, but the creek has frozen over, adding a layer of tranquility to the creek pavilion.

Jiao looked a little dazed.

This is where her daughter...lives...

Jiao came to her senses and couldn't help but clench her palms.

This place is so exquisite, it can be seen that the Yu family really regards Xing Xing as their treasure.

Jiao comforted herself again, saying that even though she and Xingxing had not recognized each other, it was enough that Xingxing was living such a good life.

"Madam of the Crown Prince?"

The maid who led the way saw Jiao standing in the yard in a daze for a long time, as if she was distracted. After waiting for a long time, she cautiously reminded her.

Jiao then realized that she had been distracted again. She smiled faintly and said, "Nothing. It's just that the princess's courtyard is so exquisitely decorated and lovely that I couldn't help but look at it a few more times."

The maid who led the way was quite proud: "What the wife of the prince boasted about is that many things in our princess's yard were found by several masters without hesitation. Look at the stone by the stream, it is the famous Shouguang Stone. Because it looks like a cute feral civet, placed by the stream, it looks like a cute feral civet stealing fish. Our second master saw it and was sure that our princess would like it, so he sent a caravan to transport the stone back from Shouguang for thousands of miles..."

The maid who led the way was still introducing things non-stop, and Jiao was a little dazed listening to her.

Zhaoying opened the door curtain and said angrily, "Fulu, you talk too much. Why did you let the prince's wife stand outside in such a cold day?"

The maid who led the way stuck out her tongue and playfully knelt down to greet Jiao: "Madam, please don't be offended."

Jiao smiled and said, "Nothing."

Zhaoying said apologetically, "Madam, please come in."

Jiao recognized Zhaoying and knew that she was the most capable maidservant beside Xingxing. She nodded to Zhaoying, but in her heart she couldn't help comparing Xingxing with Yu Mingzhu.

If it was her Zhuzhu, she would definitely come out to pick her up by now...

Jiao couldn't help feeling a little gloomy.

This child is not raised by me, so what’s the use even if he is my biological child?

Jiao sighed inwardly but did not show it on her face. She smiled slightly and followed Zhaoying into the house.

Xingxing's room was warm from the floor heating. She didn't burn any incense in her room, but there was still a faint fragrance, which was the natural fragrance emitted by some refreshing and invigorating sachets hanging on the corners of the cabinets.

This refreshing fragrance carries a slight bitterness from the medicinal herbs, and it makes one feel instantly clear-headed and clear-eyed as soon as it enters the nose.

Jiao felt as if her whole spirits were lifted.

Xingxing was wearing clothes for going out, obviously she had just returned from outside the house and had not yet changed into home clothes.

Xing Xing stood up: "Hello, Madam Crown Prince."

The hairpin on her head swayed slightly, making her face even more beautiful.

Jiao had never been so close to Xingxing alone.

Jiao felt as if it was the first time that she seriously looked at the little girl in front of her, who might be her biological daughter.

The little girl was very beautiful. Although she looked a bit like her, she was obviously more beautiful than her.

She has delicate skin, thin willow-shaped eyebrows, round black almond-shaped eyes, a tall and straight nose, and a cherry-shaped mouth that is as delicate as a flower.

These impeccable facial features put together look great in every way.

A sweet and well-behaved child.

Jiao vaguely recalled that Xingxing's current appearance was what she had imagined her future daughter would look like when she was pregnant with this baby and heard the doctor say it might be a girl.

Jiao no longer clearly remembered what kind of mood she was in when she was waiting for the birth of this child.

But Jiao could vaguely remember that she had a dream once. She dreamed that there was a well-behaved little girl sitting in her arms, smiling at her sweetly and calling her mother - the little girl was as delicate and pretty as Xingxing.

For a moment, Jiao was filled with tenderness and was almost speechless as she looked at Xingxing.

Xingxing was a little surprised to see that Jiao hadn't spoken for a long time.

When she looked up, she saw Jiao looking at her with dreamy eyes, as if she was reminiscing about some past time.

That look was so gentle that even Xingxing was stunned for a moment.

As gentle as spring water, as gentle as moonlight.

Tender...like the look of her mother that Xingxing had never expressed out loud, buried deep in her heart.

Xingxing felt a sore sensation in her nose.

The little girl didn't say anything, but just stood there quietly, letting Jiao stare at her and get distracted.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the maid adding tea.

After a long while, Jiao finally came back to her senses, feeling her chest overflowing with tenderness. However, just as she was about to speak, Yu Mingzhu's face suddenly flashed through her mind.

The matter of her Zhuzhu is still imminent...

Jiao felt that the tenderness she had just felt faded away immediately. She forced a smile to cover up her loss of composure: "…I was distracted just now. I'm so sorry."

These somewhat unfamiliar words also awakened Xingxing from the gentle gaze of her so-called mother.

Xing Xing lowered her eyes and smiled politely: "It's okay, I haven't asked yet, what is the matter that the wife of the prince came to see me this time?"

Jiao was inexplicably nervous.

She clasped her hands under her sleeves and encouraged herself.

Xingxing is most likely her biological daughter. As a mother, what's wrong with her asking her daughter for one or two easy requests?

Thinking of this, Jiao felt much more relaxed. She took the brocade box from the maid behind her, put it on the small table, and pushed it towards Xingxing. She looked at Xingxing eagerly, "...Xingxing, I have a small matter that I want you to help me with. This is a little gift from me."

Xingxing frowned slightly.

Jiao was already feeling a little unhappy. She explained, "Xingxing, don't worry. This is nothing to you. It's just a matter of words..."

Xing Xing took a deep breath and looked at Jiao with clear eyes: "Madam, please explain clearly what is going on?"

When Jiao was looked at by Xingxing's eyes, she suddenly felt inexplicably guilty.

Jiao coughed, her eyes wandering a little: "...Or, can you let the maids go down first?"

Xingxing looked at Jiao for a long time.

When Jiao was looked at by Xingxing, she felt guilty at first, and then a little annoyed.

She thought that she had shown her sincerity. If Xing Xing was really her biological daughter, she would be too cruel to her as a mother!

Xingxing did not miss the change of emotions in Jiao's eyes.

She said calmly, "Except for Zhaoying, everyone go down."

Zhaoying stood behind Xingxing, without moving, while everyone else retreated.

Jiao was a little annoyed: "...This!"

Xing Xing looked at Jiao and said, "Madam, if this is not possible with what you want to discuss, then I think there is no need for us to discuss it any further."

Jiao didn't expect Xingxing to speak to her like this and was immediately annoyed.

She suppressed her unhappiness and took a deep breath. "Okay. If that's the case, I'll just say it straight. Xingxing, I know my mother-in-law has always believed in your words. Can you persuade her to keep Zhuzhu in the house?"

Xingxing didn't expect that Jiao came over specifically to discuss this matter with her.

She was silent for a long time.

Jiao was anxious: "Zhuzhu has always been kind and pure. Although she is not my biological daughter, I have raised her for more than ten years and can't leave her. Xingxing, can you bear to see us separated? Xingxing——"

Xing Xing's voice was dry, and she interrupted Jiao's words: "Madam, I have been without a mother since I was a child. I don't know how it feels to be separated from my mother. You have found the wrong person."

Xingxing's words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Jiao's heart.

Jiao's face turned pale and she shook herself: "Xingxing, no, that's not what I meant..."

Xing Xing said calmly, "Miss Yu's current situation is the result of her actions. Instead of asking me for help, why not let Miss Yu reflect on it?"

Jiao's heart-wrenching pain was immediately covered by anger.

She stood up: "Xingxing, how can you speak so harshly——"

Xing Xing raised her eyes to look at Jiao: "Yes, I am so mean. I am sorry that I can't help the wife of the prince."

After Xingxing finished speaking, she pushed the brocade box towards Jiao.

She stood up and said, "Please forgive me, Madam Crown Prince. I am young, ignorant, and mean. I need to rest now."

Jiao didn't expect Xing Xing to treat her so coldly. She couldn't accept it and her face turned pale: "You——"

However, Zhaoying took a step forward and said politely, "Madam, our princess is not feeling well. I will wait for her to see you off. Please."

Jiao was so angry that her whole body was shaking. Finally, she took a deep breath, squeezed out the word "OK" from between her teeth, picked up the brocade box on the table, turned around and left.

Zhaoying sent Jiao out.

Xingxing sat in the chair and didn't say anything for a long time.

She didn't know where her depressed mood came from.

When she came back from taking a photo, she deliberately raised her voice slightly, looking excited: "Princess, guess what I got?"

Zhaoying is standing with his hands behind his back, obviously hiding something.

Xing Xing perked up: "What?"

"Look!" Zhaoying excitedly took out the letter from behind him, "It's a letter from Master Shi!"

Xing Xing's eyes widened this time: "Did Brother Yan write to you?"

She took the letter and unfolded it under the window.

After reading the letter, Xingxing's depressed mood disappeared, and her eyes and eyebrows were full of joy.

Zhaoying breathed a sigh of relief.

Their princess has always been lively and cheerful, doing good deeds every day. The wife of the prince of the Duke of Xin's mansion must have lost her mind to use Yu Mingzhu's matter to make trouble for their princess!

Fortunately, a letter came from Mr. Shi who was practicing in the mountains!

You came just in time!

Whenever their princess received a letter from Master Shi, she would always be in a good mood!

This time it was indeed the case!

Zhaoying couldn't help but smile with a smile on her face.

…

When Jiao came out of Yu's house, she was still shaking with anger.

She didn't expect that Xing Xing would treat her so coldly and mercilessly!

Even though they haven't met each other yet... is it possible that there is not even a trace of blood relationship and warmth between them!

Jiao sat in the carriage, her mind filled with Xingxing's heartless and cold words.

The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt, as if her heart was being cut by a knife.

She clutched her chest, and it took her a long time to get over the heartache.

"Zhuzhu is still the best..." Jiao murmured, "Zhuzhu never makes me angry like this..."

Jiao opened the car curtain and was just about to get some fresh air when she saw her former daughter-in-law, Mao Fuqiu, picking out jewelry or something with a strange man at a street stall.

Jiao was choked.

Her eldest son Yu Chongjie used to be unable to sleep every night because of that Mao, and he became exhausted and emaciated, but Mao, on the other hand, has already found a new husband?!

Jiao was so angry that her teeth itched.

However, before she could lower the car curtain, she saw her eldest son rushing out from the corner of the street and pushing the man next to Mao Fuqiu hard, causing him to stagger. The two of them broke out into a fierce quarrel and were about to fight.

When Jiao saw what was happening, she quickly got out of the car and went to stop her son.

Mao Fuqiu didn't even look at Yu Chongjie, but stopped the man beside her, said a few words to him, and then the two left together.

From beginning to end, Mao Fuqiu didn't say a word to Yu Chongjie.

As soon as Mao Fuqiu left, Yu Chongjie felt as if his soul had flown away with her, and his shoulders and back slumped down.

When Jiao saw her son like this, she was furious.

Why are you so desperate for a woman?

Jiao asked the guard to help Yu Chongjie onto the carriage. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became: "...you two are divorced! Your current behavior is making a fool of our Xinguo Mansion!"

Yu Chongjie lowered his head indifferently.

Jiao could only talk about Yu Chongjie's favorite Yu Mingzhu: "...Now you don't care about your sister anymore. Zhuzhu is about to be kicked out of the house by your grandmother. You still have time to be jealous over an abandoned woman——"

Yu Chongjie suddenly said, "Mother, I am in this situation today because I care too much about Zhuzhu! Madam has no control over me!... Now you complain that I don't care enough about you. Do you want to see your son die for Zhuzhu?"