Jiang Zhenlin, who was passing by, overheard every word that Granny Lai said. Caibao swallowed hard, thinking to himself, "It's over."
"Young Master, Miss has brought you some snacks. Let's go back to our room and change our clothes." Caibao's voice trembled violently, as if he was afraid that he would be kicked away at any moment.
Jiang Zhenlin didn't speak; the chill emanating from him was more frightening than the frost of the night.
Jiang Zhenlin entered his courtyard. The lights were on inside, and two young maids were warming themselves on the veranda while keeping warm with a hangover soup.
"I heard that Madam's headache has improved a lot after using Miss Qingwan's ointment. She didn't have to take the bitter medicine from the family doctor today, and her appetite was much better at dinner."
"The Prime Minister is fond of Miss Qingwan, and the Madam is probably doing so out of respect for the Prime Minister."
"Actually, I think Miss Qingwan and Madam are more alike."
The two were chatting animatedly until the light in front of them was suddenly blocked, revealing that Jiang Zhenlin reeked of alcohol and looked very unwell.
"Young Master!"
Caibao gave the two a wink, "Get out of the way, don't block the young master's path."
The two maids were extremely grateful for the treasure.
Jiang Zhenlin held his breath, unable to vent. Caibao, trembling with fear, handed him the persimmon cake, saying, "The young lady specially brought this to you."
Jiang Zhenlin's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little. He picked one up and popped it into his mouth, only to spit it out a second later. "Why is it sour?"
"My older sister likes sweet things, so she makes sweet things every year."
"Bring the kitchen manager over here!"
Cai Bao thought to himself, "This evil fire is going to fall on the kitchen manager."
Jiang Zhenlin was indeed planning to lose his temper, but to his surprise, the steward said that the flavor of this year's persimmon cakes was decided by the Prime Minister at the request of Miss Qingwan.
Jiang Zhenlin's eyes were as cold as ice, and his breath was as hot as fire. After a half-second of silence, with a "thud," the persimmon cakes on the table fell to the ground.
Ningsi Garden.
Lin Qingwan's body was suffering from the toxins. Today, after the snow fell, she felt cold in her hands and feet as soon as it got dark, so she asked Qiu Hong for a quilt.
"Miss, let me make the charcoal fire burn brighter." Qiu Hong stuffed two more hot water bottles into the quilt to keep warm.
Lin Qingwan smiled at her and said, "Okay."
Just then, the courtyard gate was kicked open.
Lin Qingwan frowned. It shouldn't have taken effect so quickly. Could something have gone wrong?
Her heart skipped a beat, and she stood up from her chair, only to see Jiang Zhenlin storming into the courtyard, shouting menacingly, "Lin Qingwan, don't think you can trample on your older sister just because your father has connections!"
"I've told you so many times, she won't get in your way!"
"I'm telling you to behave yourself, behave yourself!"
Why do you always have to cause trouble at home?!
Jiang Zhenlin's resentment and anger could almost melt the snow in the yard. Every word he uttered seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His eyes, which were bloodshot, looked like those of a beast that had lost its mind.
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