Quick wear: Lord God, please let me go

Chapter 619
From Qingyue's mouth, I learned that the woman she possesses has the same name and surname as her, also named Jiang Ru.

Although the original owner was the prince's eldest daughter, her status and status were not comparable to that of her concubine, Jiang Huai, who was one month younger than her.

Jiang Huai is a well-known talented woman in Beijing. Her talent makes everyone ignore her status, not to mention she has a mother with a strong background.

In addition to her extraordinary talent and background, her appearance is also considered first-class, which adds to her points, and countless men in Kyoto have bowed down under her pomegranate skirt.

But Jiang Huai is actually just an illiterate vase, her so-called talent all comes from the original owner, it can be said that she stole everything.

The original owner lost her mother since she was a child, and her father only cared for her formally. Although Jiang Huai was the second concubine, she was much better than the eldest daughter in terms of status and food and clothing.

Qingyue has always been angry for the original owner, but the original owner has a gentle personality, so she had no choice but to swallow her anger.

"Miss, let me tell you, Second Miss is really outrageous!" Qingyue said angrily.

"Oh? How to say."

"You almost died because of her!" Qingyue's eyes were red with anger, "It is clear that you are the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, but you are always suppressed by a concubine daughter. You are just an incense stick of time late. She embroidered, and she pushed her directly into the pond!"

As she spoke, she began to cry, "If something happens to Miss, how can I explain to Madam..."

Qingyue cried for a while, and she was bored, not to mention that there were words she didn't want to hear mixed in her words.

"To shut up!"

Jiang Ru's sudden drinking startled Qingyue, Qingyue looked at Jiang Ru's cold bloodthirsty eyes in a daze, and a chill slowly rose in her heart.

When did Miss...become so scary...

The left and right will take care of each other in the future, and Jiang Ru sees that she has stopped crying, so she puts away her cannibalistic expression.

Her eyes fell on the brocade quilt covering her body, and she flicked her fingertips, "So, there are only me, father, Jiang Huai and that aunt in the mansion?"

Jiang Ru changed the topic too quickly, Qingyue would not be able to react for a while, and then quickly responded after a while, "Yes, there are only such a few masters in the house."

"The relationship between the characters is simple, that's the best." Jiang Ru murmured softly, and her tense heart relaxed a little.

Qingyue suddenly frowned and began to mutter, "Miss, you are already 16 years old, but no one has come to marry you yet. The master promised Aunt Xue and said that he would help her to be his wife. When Aunt Xue becomes a princess, the young lady Don't you let her control your marriage?"

"What if Aunt Xue arranges a bad marriage for you..."

As she spoke, Qingyue became more worried.

"Miss, with a beautiful face and beautiful appearance, if she marries a crooked person, then..."

"I don't want to marry." Jiang Ru interrupted her coldly.

Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Miss is still very enlightened!"

Jiang Ru was taken aback.

"Miss, do you want to be an independent and free new woman! The slaves support you! If you don't marry, don't marry! You can live a good life!"

Independent and free... new women? ? ?
She is really in ancient times?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ru couldn't help but lifted the quilt and looked at her clothes.

It's an ancient costume, right...

She was thinking about something messy...

Ginger is like a black thread.

But it should be admitted that Qingyue's unintentional gag dispelled Jiang Ru's gloomy mood.

She sighed helplessly, looked at the dancing Qingyue and said, "I'm not feeling well, you go out first, I want to be quiet."

Qingyue stopped immediately as if someone had clicked the pause button.

She stood up in fear and trepidation, and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry! The slave is wrong! The slave got carried away for a while and disturbed the young lady's rest!"

As she spoke, she raised her head.

Tears overflowed from the originally bright eyes.

(End of this chapter)