Mr. Zhou gave him an unpleasant reprimand.
“Outside, Yue’er is a princess; inside, she is your aunt. It’s not unfair to you to have her serve you.”
Jiang Wan stared at her quietly.
In this era, female virtue is of paramount importance.
Even if she was a first-rank imperial consort, she could not escape the rule of respecting her husband and being filial to her parents-in-law.
Openly resisting will only make you a laughingstock for being unchaste and ruining your reputation.
Just like in her previous life, she was burdened with the crimes that the Song family had prepared for her.
Jiang Wan lowered her eyes.
Zhou was impatient and used to only confront things head-on, which caused him to suffer many losses.
This subtle approach today, while not enough to kill her, will certainly put her torment.
It seems someone is giving advice behind the scenes.
The winter night was bitterly cold, and there wasn't even a brazier in the small kitchen, just a stove for decocting medicine.
Needless to say, it must have been arranged by the Zhou family on purpose.
Jiang Wan casually tossed the medicine into the stove, while Biluo stirred it haphazardly with a wooden stick and glanced outside.
"The courtyard was full of servants; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was a prisoner's quarters."
The two women wore gold-embroidered feather coats, cold-weather artifacts from the Western Frontier, which were also treasures of the Linglong Pavilion.
Even though the wind was howling outside, Jiang Wan didn't feel cold; on the contrary, she felt warm all over.
The two old women sent by Zhou to guard the gate were shivering from the cold.
"What does Madam intend to do?" Biluo asked resentfully.
"No rush. Didn't you hear Zhou say that the manor is going to hold a memorial service in a few days? I have a way to deal with her."
As soon as Jiang Wan reached out, two patches of black ash appeared on Biluo's cheeks, instantly turning her into a clown.
Biluo was taken aback, then grabbed a handful of black ash and started teasing Jiang Wan.
Zhou thought she could suffer some physical pain, but little did she know that she slept soundly all night.
When the time is right, she plans to go and see Jiang Wan's miserable state.
A servant came to report that the leader of the patrol battalion was outside requesting an audience.
Ji Huaichuan came on official business, wanting to ask Jiang Wan about the incident at Wangyue Tower that day.
However, Zhou hesitated and refused to introduce him to anyone. Only after repeated urging did she finally lead him to the kitchen in the backyard.
As soon as Ji Huaichuan entered the gate, he saw a courtyard full of servants carrying guns and clubs.
Jiang Wan, trapped in the house, her face covered in soot like a tabby cat, looked somewhat bewildered.
Back at Wangyue Tower, Song Huaichuan had already witnessed the ruthlessness of the Song family. Now, seeing Jiang Wan in such a sorry state, he instantly conjured up all sorts of terrible scenes in his mind.
His face darkened: "I wonder what crime my cousin has committed that Madam Zhou has imprisoned her here?"
Mrs. Zhou was taken aback: "...Cousin?"
Jiang Wan had long lost contact with her family, and over the years, no one in her family had cared about her life or death.
Therefore, the entire Song family was unaware that the newly appointed Minister of Justice, the Ji family, was actually Jiang Wan's maternal uncle.
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