After Jiang Xingjian left, Song Wan washed and changed clothes and continued to read the account books, but the cat woke up and meowed non-stop.
"Miss your mother?"
Putting the cat in the palm of her hand, Song Wan comforted her gently. She didn't know whether the cat was tired or because it felt safe, but it fell asleep again in her palm.
Song Wan placed it on the soft cushion, picked up the needle and thread, sewed a cloth bell and tied it around its neck.
There was some soothing silver elixir inside the bell, and the cat felt much quieter after wearing it.
Song Wan called Heng Zhi, caressed the furry little guy and said, "I will give it back to Erfang Qingzhai tomorrow and say that I have no time to raise it now."
Although she said she was raised flawlessly, her movements were very gentle, and Heng Zhi felt distressed: "What's wrong if Miss likes to stay? I will take good care of you this time, and the accident like last time will never happen again."
"It's not a matter of careful attention."
Song Wan looked at the sleeping cat, and his heart felt sour again.
In the past few days, she seemed to still be able to see the figure of the golden tiger. When she fell asleep at night, she would still feel that the golden tiger was beside her. It was true that she didn't want to let go of the golden tiger, but she also didn't want to find another cat to replace it.
Six years of friendship, can it be said that it can be replaced by replacing it?
"You also know that Golden Silk Tiger is very stingy. If he knew that I had a new cat, he would be angry."
Song Wan fiddled with the cloth bell on the kitten's body, suppressing his sadness.
Jin Sihu died unexpectedly, and the culprit shouted that it was not intentional for two days and never mentioned it again. Jiang Xingjian didn't take it to heart at all. In such a big palace, who except her and Heng Zhi would care about the life or death of a cat?
If even they were looking for a new cat in a hurry, they would be too sorry for the golden tiger.
"Take good care of it, don't let it catch a cold."
After Song Wan finished explaining, he continued to collect the accounts.
The next day, Hengzhi took the kitten and went to the second room. Before waiting for Qingzhai, she ran into Jiang Yan who had returned from Fuhe Hall to greet him.
Jiang Yan frowned slightly when he saw her holding the bamboo basket.
"I've met Mr. Yan."
"Why are you holding it here?"
Heng Zhi said: "My grandma said that she has no time to raise them now, so I asked my servant to thank the second master for his kindness."
Normally, the cat should not be returned to Song Wan by his personal maid, but when Jiang Yan saw Heng Zhi, he knew that the man did not trust Jiang Xingjian and was afraid that he would hurt innocent lives again.
Thinking that Song Wanxin was better than her husband, Jiang Yan's heart palpitated, and he felt his hands trembling, unable to control himself.
His voice was slightly hoarse: "Sister-in-law doesn't like it?"
Heng Zhi shook her head, and her tone was a little sad: "My grandma misses the golden tiger and feels distressed when she sees it, so she asked the slave to return it to the second master. It seems that grandma knows that the cat can live a stable life in the second room. "
Jiang Yan's cheeks were slightly red from excitement, but his voice was still calm: "Go back and tell your sister-in-law to reassure her that nothing will go wrong with me."
"Hengzhi thanked the second master on behalf of my grandma."
Passing the bamboo basket to the maid behind Jiang Yan, Heng Zhi saluted and left Yulingzhai. Jiang Yan returned to his bedroom holding the bamboo basket.
Picking the cat up, Jiang Yan looked at its amber eyes and pursed his lips with a smile: "You are quite lucky."
Taking off the small and simple cloth bell, Jiang Yan looked at the smooth and fine stitches on it and was slightly lost in thought.
The cloth bell exudes a faint scent of grass, and it is made quite casually. You can tell at a glance that it was not made by a maid.
Jiang Yan held it carefully in his palm and said to the cat in a good mood, "It's mine."
After playing with it for a while, he reluctantly took out a white jade box and put the things in it. Looking at an old book and a plain kerchief inside, Jiang Yan's eyes showed tenderness.
When Qingzhai entered the room, he saw him leaning on the pearwood chair with his head raised, his eyebrows showing a rare joy.
"Second Master, Aunt Liu wants to see you."
"not see."
Jiang Yan's face turned cold after hearing the words "Aunt Liu", but before he could say another word, a harsh female voice came from outside.
A middle-aged woman with a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure walked in. After only a few steps, the woman's waist seemed to be broken. She wore seven or eight hairpin rings on her head. The sound of jingling rings made Jiang Jiang noisy. Yan narrowed his eyes.
"You are such a black-hearted and dirty man, how dare you block my own mother outside the courtyard? Even if you have hardened your wings and gained strength, wouldn't you still crawl out of my mother's intestines? In the past few years, you have been paying less and less attention to me. Here, a few rotten maids in this yard now dare to poop on my head?"
As soon as Aunt Liu entered the house, she grabbed her for free and spoke so obscenely that all the maids in Jiang Yan's room frowned.
She originally thought that Jiang Yan's attack on Jue was a sure thing, but she didn't know that a man who should have died long ago suddenly came back as a corpse. Aunt Liu was so angry that she couldn't sleep at night and couldn't eat well.
What's even more hateful is that she wanted to find her son to discuss countermeasures, but she was stopped for three days.
If she hadn't scratched the door girl's face today, she wouldn't have been able to get in.
"You are a coward, but there are ways to deal with me. Why don't you get rid of your anger..."
Qingzhai coughed lightly: "Auntie, be careful what you say."
Aunt Liu gave her a sharp look and snorted coldly: "Little whore, do you have the right to criticize me?"
"Why did you come to my courtyard to show off your power?"
Jiang Yan signaled the maid in Qingzhai's room to go out, and he pressed his eyebrows, and the good mood just now disappeared.
"What are you letting them out for? Is there anything they can't hear? You don't know what you're busy with all day long. Do you want Jiang Xingjian, the dead man, to seize the title of Marquis?"
Jiang Yan sneered: "He is the eldest son of the Marquis, and his title is justifiable. Don't say that I have no idea about the position of Marquis. What does it matter to you if I become the Marquis of Chengyang in the future?"
"You evil-hearted little bastard, you crawled out of my intestines. How can I, as a mother, not take advantage of my children?"
As Aunt Liu spoke, she stretched out her bright red nails to scratch Jiang Yan's face.
She was used to acting out in the courtyard since the death of the Marquis. Although she knew that Jiang Yan did not want to see her, she relied on her status as his biological mother to make excessive demands. However, in the past, she had thought that Jiang Yan would seize the title in the future. If only I were so crazy today.
She thought she could still hold her son as she did when she was a child, but she didn't expect that as soon as she stretched out her hand, Jiang Yan held her wrist firmly.
"What kind of mother are you? Since ancient times, which concubine dared to call herself the mother of a child?"
Jiang Yan's hands held Aunt Liu tightly like iron pliers. Aunt Liu was frightened by the fierceness in his eyes and hesitated to speak.
"Don't appear in front of me if you have nothing to do in the future, and stay in my house as your concubine. If you provoke me again, don't blame me for having Liu Chengxiang stabbed."
"How dare you, what else do you want to do to your uncle? Ah..."
Jiang Yan grabbed Aunt Liu's inch-long bright red nails and broke them off, causing all the nails to fall off. Aunt Liu was wailing in pain, but her screams were stopped by the white porcelain tea cup that Jiang Yan casually put into his mouth.
"Uncle? I dare to shout, but I don't know if he is destined to recognize me as my nephew."
Jiang Yan snorted coldly and pushed Aunt Liu out of the door.
Not long after, Su Mian walked in: "Second Master, there's a commotion over there in the main room."
