Around two or three in the morning, not only was He Yunxiao awake, but the Marquis and his wife were also awake.
He Yuanhao and Zhang Jingxian stood at a distance, looking at the woodshed where He Yunxiao lived.
A candle in the woodshed made two figures faintly visible inside.
It was roughly one person who remained still while the other busied himself.
Zhang Jingxian asked, "Master, what do you think of her?"
He Yuanhao didn't say anything, only humming in response.
Zhang Jingxian sighed and said, "Alas, the most regrettable thing about this girl is her poor background. She is good-looking and has a good personality. If she were from an earl's family, with her looks, she would be the object of many young men's desires in Yinjing."
He Yuanhao said, "You two kept this from me because you were afraid I would look down on her background, right?"
Zhang Jingxian, who usually dared to be fierce towards He Yuanhao, now knew she was in the wrong and dared not speak. She just listened silently.
"Before I was ennobled, I was just a poor boy. In terms of prestige, I was far inferior to this Miss Jiang. When she came to the Marquis's mansion, she brought a dowry of twenty or thirty thousand taels of silver. When I got married, I had nothing but a big sword. Back then..."
Seeing He Yuanhao bring up the story of how he used a large knife to get married back then, Zhang Jingxian, who had become just a background figure at his wedding, felt extremely uncomfortable.
This is the person who, through coercion and enticement, and by promising my father a rosy picture, managed to marry my elder sister, who is the legitimate daughter of a duke. My sister's beauty back then was in no way inferior to that of Miss Du or Miss Jiang now.
The Zhang family, having produced the Sword God Zhang Xian, as well as a Prime Minister and an Empress, naturally held an extremely high social standing. In the early days of the Qi Kingdom, everyone considered it an honor to marry a daughter of the Zhang family. Marrying a daughter of the Zhang family meant becoming a relative of the Sword God. There were countless examples of Zhang family women marrying princes, emperors, wealthy merchants, and martial arts masters.
Although the Zhang family had declined and was not as powerful as before by her generation, her elder sister was still the eldest daughter of the Duke of Dingguo, a woman of noble status.
A stunningly beautiful woman, all for the sake of bearing him a son, at such a young age...
"You threatened your father-in-law with a knife, made your sister go back to her parents' home in anger the day after the wedding, and now that your sister is gone, you've set your sights on her younger sister, your own sister-in-law. He Yuanhao, you're something else."
Zhang Jingxian was so angered by He Yuanhao that she couldn't help but speak out sarcastically.
The strength of a bride's family background is a clear indicator of the confidence a married woman can have. With the Zhang family backing her, Zhang Jingxian showed no fear even in front of the powerful Marquis Wuqing, who commanded the respect of all officials.
Say what needs to be said, scold what needs to be scolded, and don't refuse to give food if you shouldn't.
He Yuanhao was taken aback by his wife's words and immediately coughed awkwardly twice, "Xian'er, that's all in the past."
Zhang Jingxian remained silent, and He Yuanhao didn't bring it up again.
The two understood each other without saying a word.
After a while, Zhang Jingxian said strangely, "That's strange. Miss Jiang has been inside for an hour. Xiao'er should have finished eating by now. Why hasn't she come out yet?"
He Yuanhao coughed awkwardly twice and said, "Xian'er, have you forgotten why you were in such a hurry to marry Nanzhu back then?"
Zhang Jingxian recalled what Imperial Physician Wei had said, "The physician said that Xiao'er's blood and energy were too vigorous..."
At this point, her expression turned strange.
"Jiang Wuyou is pregnant, how could this be..."
He Yuanhao looked up at the sky and said, "Xiao'er is a martial artist. If he controls his strength and goes slowly, he'll be fine."
Zhang Jingxian said with slight surprise, "How come you..."
Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly realized what was happening, and her desire to kill this heartless man for her sister grew even stronger!
"You bastard He Yuanhao, so that's how it is..."
He Yuanhao said matter-of-factly, "I only have your sister as my wife."
Seemingly feeling sorry for her older sister, and by extension, for Jiang Wuyou, Zhang Jingxian said with exasperation, "Then you too... Anyway, Xiao'er must marry several more in the future! We can't let this happen again. Go and urge Li Gongqin again tomorrow to hurry up and approve Nanzhu's betrothal gifts. Wuyou is still pregnant, and this matter can't be delayed any longer."
He Yuanhao pulled Zhang Jingxian back to the bedroom while readily agreeing.
"Alright, alright, no problem, no problem. Madam, let's go to sleep now."
"No worries..."
"We'll assign her a personal maid tomorrow, that way Xiao'er won't dare to act rashly."
"That Xiao'er..."
"That bastard is fine. He's a grown man, how could he not be able to fight back? He won't just suffocate. Ignore him, let's go inside."
...
He Yunxiao was not as evil as his parents thought.
At most, he collected interest from Sister Jiang a few more times, cuddled with her for a while, and casually probed for information from two groups of spies. That was all.
Normally, He Yunxiao doesn't eat breakfast at home. He rushes to the Fan residence every day and usually eats it in the car.
But today is Jiang Wuyou's first day in the mansion, and He Yunxiao was woken up early by the maid and asked to go to the dining room for breakfast.
The round table in the He residence usually only has three sets of bowls and chopsticks, but now an extra set has been added next to He Yunxiao, which is Jiang Wuyou's seat.
When He Yunxiao arrived at the destination, He Yuanhao, Zhang Jingxian, and Jiang Wuyou were all there, waiting for him.
Sister Jiang was dressed in clothes that made her look very young. At this moment, she was having a meal at the same table with the Marquis and his wife, her small hands resting on her thighs under the table, like a reserved and quiet young wife.
Upon He Yunxiao's arrival, without needing anyone to remind her or for the maids to do anything, Jiang Wuyou took the initiative to serve him. First, she used a feather duster to remove the dust from He Yunxiao's hands, and then, while He Yunxiao was washing his hands, she placed her delicate hands into the basin of water brought by the maid and carefully washed his hands. Afterward, she dried them for him. She was incredibly attentive.
Quiet, virtuous, capable, and sensible.
The fact that she is pregnant adds to the heartache she evokes.
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