Jiang Su, unusually, refused on the spot, saying, "This matter will not be accomplished."
Although the old lady had been at odds with him for many years, they had always compromised to save face. Jiang Su's resolute attitude today chilled her to the bone.
If his Ah Heng were here, it would definitely not be like this!
"You think you're all grown up now and don't respect me anymore." The old lady blushed, feeling embarrassed and frustrated. "Aheng only has two children, one is a good-for-nothing, and you don't care about the other either."
"At least he still calls you uncle."
With her eyes red and swollen, Madam He knelt down and pleaded, "Big brother, please help Mingting. I promise I'll make him listen to you and never cause trouble for the Jiang family."
"Yun'er has already... I beg you, elder brother, to consider Ah Heng's past relationship and help Ming Ting. After all, he is your own nephew."
He's crying was so irritating, it sounded like a funeral wailing.
When the old lady couldn't coerce her, she let He Shi cry and beg. This method of theirs never failed.
Jiang Su remained unmoved. "Taking advantage of the discord between the Prince and the Prime Minister's residence, the Gao family has secretly taken on countless jobs. Gao Wei is always by Prince Jing's side. I told you before not to get too close to the Gao family. Ming Ting has the ability to climb the social ladder himself. He has never taken the Jiang family or me, his uncle, seriously."
Jiang Su didn't want to say anything harsh, but when his second brother was alive, his stepmother always favored him, never giving him any good opportunities, but making him take the blame for the bad ones.
Now it's Jiang Mingting's turn to try the same old tricks again.
Back then, Jiang Su had no wife or daughters, and he secretly hoped that swallowing his grievances would win his stepmother's favor. But now he has his own little family, and no matter how spoiled his son is, he is still his own son.
It's impossible that Ah Lin would be sent to Jingbei Army as a cook and then turn around and support Jiang Mingting!
The old lady and Madam He looked at each other, knowing they were in the wrong.
With things in full swing ahead, Tong Di no longer needs to be as timid and hesitant as she was the previous times when she appeared at Ningsi Garden.
Lin Qingwan was extremely grateful when she saw that he had brought her two more bottles of pills. "These medicines are very precious, and I'm already completely cured."
Tong Di said seriously, "This is different from before. Bone injuries can't be taken lightly. I need to take a few more bottles of recuperative medicine. Otherwise, I'll feel uncomfortable on rainy days in the future."
Tong Di was afraid she wouldn't take it seriously, so she added, "Two pills a day, after breakfast and dinner. This is a five-day supply. I'll bring you more when you finish them."
Lin Qingwan thought to herself, "I wonder how much salary he gets each month. These medicines probably aren't cheap."
She spoke directly, "I wonder how much this medicine costs. I'll have Muxue bring the money later. I can't always let you spend money."
Tong Di was stunned for a moment, and her ears turned a little red.
This was originally sent by the Crown Prince, but Cang Ying instructed that the Crown Prince not to be mentioned, which is why Qingwan misunderstood.
"No, no," he waved his hands repeatedly, sounding somewhat anxious. "I don't want any money."
"It's better for you to recover as soon as possible, Miss."
His words were direct, his expression sincere, and he seemed to have no ulterior motives. Like a ray of intense light shining directly on Lin Qingwan, she instinctively wanted to look away but couldn't bear to.
After all, she has had far too little sunshine in the past fifteen years.
Lin Qingwan lowered her head, "I feel really uneasy about causing so much trouble for Guard Tong for no reason."
Tong Di also lowered his eyes. It was clearly the Crown Prince's good intention, but he was deliberately not allowed to mention it, which made him truly uneasy.
Seeing that the two were being overly polite to each other, Mu Xue became anxious and decisively stepped forward with the arm bandage. "Guard Tong, Miss noticed that your arm bandage was worn out last time, so I made a new one when I had some free time. Please take a look and see if it fits and if you like the look?"
Tong Di was not only uneasy, but also breathed heavily.
But looking at the brand-new armbands in front of me, the stitches were even more meticulous than those made in the palace. The subtle patterns and colors were exquisite yet understated. From a distance, they didn't seem like anything special, but upon closer inspection, one could tell that they had been carefully crafted.
Tong Di had followed the Crown Prince since childhood and had no close relatives. During festivals, Cang Ying would prepare new clothes and shoes for him. Suddenly, Lin Qingwan gave him a handmade armband, and he couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
It was like flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields, or like the excitement of drinking all night after a victorious battle.
Tong Di couldn't take his eyes off it, but his mind remained clear. "This is too precious. I am unworthy of it."
Lin Qingwan spoke with grace and composure, “If it weren’t for Guard Tong, I might have been bedridden for the rest of my life. I can never repay the kindness you have shown me, sir.”
"Please don't refuse this small gift, sir."
Mu Xue continued, "Our young lady said that only things made by hand can express her gratitude. If you refuse to accept them, she will be saddened and even more embarrassed to take the pills you sent."
"Please accept it."
Mu Xue pushed the armbands up to Tong Di's chest, "Unless you don't like this style."
Tong Di quickly replied, "No, no. I like it, I like it."
Mu Xue smiled and said, "That's right. There's give and take, so it's not without reason."
After leaving the Prime Minister's residence, Tong Di felt as if her chest was burning hot, one hand tightly pressing against her clothes, and her ears and cheeks inexplicably burning.
The armbands are the perfect size, half an inch shorter than those made in the palace, so they don't constrict the elbows and are both beautiful and comfortable.
He never knew that arm bindings could be made so captivating that he was distracted even after returning to the Eastern Palace.
Zhao Cong had just finished dealing with his affairs. During this period, Prince Jing and the Gao family had become close. Gao Wei had been secretly helping him seize farmland from the people, and the situation was getting worse and worse, just waiting for an opportunity to erupt.
Cang Ying handed over a secret document tied with a red thread, saying, "It came from the Prime Minister's residence."
Zhao Cong seemed somewhat surprised, opened the secret document and glanced at it, "Staying up all night to make arm binders?"
"For whom?"
Zhao Cong asked instinctively, then realized it was inappropriate, "What does this have to do with me? Why should she risk her life to send a message back?"
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