The reborn aunt went crazy and Chuangfei's whole family looked down upon them

"Yes, I'll do it now."

When the door closed again, Jiang Jinglian lost interest in writing any more.

Put the pen neatly on the pen holder and tidy up everything on the table.

He has always been a neat person, so if some things were placed in a messy manner, he would inevitably get upset.

I don't know why, but the face of the woman I saw during the day suddenly appeared in my mind.

She looked similar to how she looked when she was a child, but her childishness had faded away and she had become more girlish.

Looking at her expression today, I guess she didn't recognize herself.

If that palace incident hadn't happened that year, I wouldn't have been taken away to the border for so many years.

Could it be that she would not marry someone else and live such a hard life?

I shook my head and threw away those messy thoughts. What's wrong these days? I can't concentrate and think about all the things I have and don't have.

Before entering the lobby, I saw a thin figure standing there from a distance. When I got closer, I smelled the familiar smell of herbs and guessed who it was.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Regent."

Fu Huasang had just bent down to salute when he was supported by a pair of warm and strong hands.

"Master Fu, you don't have to be so polite. Why do you and I need to be so polite?"

Fu Huasang was a little flattered, "I've been in Kyoto for many days but I haven't come to see His Highness. Don't be surprised."

After saying that, he calmly distanced himself. Although the two of them knew each other, they had not yet reached the point where they were as close as brothers.

Jiang Jinglian looked at his little movements and was not annoyed. She immediately put her arm around his shoulders, pulled him to the soft couch, and pushed him to sit down.

Fu Huasang was very nervous. There were rumors that the regent was unstable, but with the current situation, something was going to happen!

When it comes to treating illnesses and rescuing people, he is very good at it, but when it comes to being worldly, it involves his blind spot.

Jiang Jinglian noticed his discomfort and pulled his hand back.

Which bastard told him last night that hooking up was the best way to promote friendship?

"Since you have come to Kyoto, Master Fu must also be carrying a heavy responsibility. Today, my king rashly went to the Wuding Marquis Mansion to find you, but did he get into trouble for you?"

Jiang Jinglian said it innocently, as if this was just a reckless act and he didn't mean it.

But no matter how ignorant Fu Huasang was of the world, he was not stupid. If he hadn't made such a big noise and pushed it to a certain level, how could he have come?

He covered his face and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment. He raised his head to meet Jiang Jinglian's eyes and said softly: "What are you talking about? If His Highness hadn't done this today, I'm afraid it would have been some time before the common people came to pay their respects."

Jiang Jinglian nodded, very satisfied with this answer.

"If you are free in a few days, I will secretly arrange for you to treat my mother. However, please remember to keep this matter secret and do not let it out. If others find out, I am afraid that our lives will not be saved."

Jiang Jinglian looked serious when he said this, and he didn't seem to be joking.

Fu Huasang nodded solemnly. Of course he understood the importance of this matter. For people like him, the less they knew about royal secrets, the better.

If you really know, then you should try your best to pretend not to know.

Keeping your mouth shut is the best way to save your life.

This is what my father once taught me.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the common people will keep their mouths shut and will never let out a word."

"Well, it's getting late. I guess Wudinghou's Mansion still needs you, so I won't keep you here tonight. Maorong, go escort Mr. Fu back to Wudinghou's Mansion safely."

"Ah? Slave...slave, go away..."

Maorong grimaced and turned to look at the sky outside. It was dark and there was no moonlight. He just listened to the storyteller tell the story of A Chinese Ghost Story last night, and his calves were so scared that he kept trembling today.

"What? If you don't want to go, why don't you let me go?"

Jiang Jinglian was a little unhappy. Was it because he was so nice to them that he gave them the courage to bargain?

"No, no, no! Your Highness, don't worry, I will bring you back safely."

As soon as he said these words, he regretted it a little, but he still gritted his teeth and took the job.

Fortunately, Mr. Fu is approachable, and since he is an honored guest, he happily followed him in the carriage.

"All die! All deserve to die! Anyone who harms me will go to hell!"

Liu Baoer cursed while using the scissors to cut a piece of red cloth. There were already many rags at his feet, which looked strange and dilapidated.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and the scissors in her hand fell to the ground.

"Zong En? Where is Zong En? Yes, I have a son... I have someone to rely on. I am not an abandoned woman."

As he said this, there was light in his eyes again.

But the pain in her eyes clearly told her that she really no longer had the capital to compete with others for the crown prince.

Thinking like this, she couldn't hide the viciousness in her eyes. She had long understood that if she tried to rely on the prince's power, it would be unreliable.

In the final analysis, we still have to rely on Ngeer.

"What if...if the prince died suddenly? Then...according to the principle of hereditary title, wouldn't Enge'er..."

Just thinking about it makes me excited beyond measure.

What does a man mean? When she becomes the head of the house, what kind of man will she not find?

If you can't keep a man's heart with your looks, then you can use your power to make those men crawl at your feet.

Thinking this way, I already had a plan in mind.

But now, apart from the crown prince, Nge'er also has a huge stumbling block.

As long as that little brat Xu Hengpu doesn't die, the position of the legitimate son of the Hou Mansion will always be occupied.

If he had been alive, wouldn't he have always been at the mercy of Brother N?

How can that work! She wouldn't allow this to happen.

"Xu Hengpu, since you dare to block my son's future, don't blame me for not sparing your life..."

He opened the dressing box and took out a packet of medicinal powder from the bottom of the box.

Open it layer by layer, twist the powder with your fingers, and gently pour some into your fingernails. I think this amount is enough.

At night, there was already some cool air. Lin Qingwu was still sitting in a chair reading a book. For some reason, his eyelids kept twitching, always feeling that something important had happened.

"Lingying."

"Madam, my servant is here."

"How's it going over there, old lady?"

"I heard from Aunt Butterfly that there is already more air coming in and less air coming out. Madam, there is no need to worry. My eldest aunt is still guarding her. I don't think anything can go wrong."

After Lin Qingwu listened, he just nodded.

The figure of Heng Pu suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Quick, come with me to Hengpu."

He slapped the book in his hand violently and stood up in a flash.