Just walking back to Lan Courtyard from Fuhe Hall, Song Wan felt like he was exhausted. As soon as he returned to his own courtyard, he took off his shirt and sat on the beauty's couch.
The words Jiang's mother slapped her kept replaying in her mind. Every time she thought of a word, Song Wan felt a sharp pain in her heart.
"Miss, are you okay?"
"nothing."
Song Wan took the fan from Aunt Zhao and started fanning it gently.
I don't know whether it was because he was short of breath during the day or because he was exposed to the scorching sun outside, but at night Song Wan actually developed a fever.
"Doctor Ding, what happened to our grandma?"
Aunt Zhao held Song Wan's hand that was stretched out from the curtain and carefully put it back into the quilt. When she saw Doctor Ding packing his pulse pillow, she stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"Grandma is upset and has a strong fever. This is a symptom of Yang evil. Once the fever is dissipated, she will be cured. I will take some medicine and the disease will be cured."
Hengzhihengwu felt relieved after hearing this, and Luzhu followed the doctor to the pharmacy.
Song Wan was so burned that he was in a state of confusion, and Aunt Zhao felt very distressed when she saw this. She stayed up all night, busy helping Song Wan wipe his sweat, change clothes, and give him medicine to reduce his fever. After Song Wan's fever subsided, Aunt Zhao wiped her tears from her eyes and thanked the gods and Buddhas.
"Miss, why are you suddenly sick? I feel so sorry for my old lady this night."
"It's Wan'er's fault for making grandma worry."
Song Wan's voice was hoarse, and a soft smile appeared on his face.
Although she was ill, she felt much more relaxed.
The maid took care of him to bathe and change clothes. After washing, Song Wan went to the study.
"Miss, you haven't recovered from your illness yet, why don't you rest for a few more days?"
Song Wan shook his head: "My husband is going to hold a big banquet at the Marquis Mansion, so the list and invitations must be drawn up first."
After writing for a long time, Song Wan handed the written note to Heng Zhi and asked her to send it to the ceremonial room in the mansion.
The ceremonial room is responsible for the sacrificial rituals in the mansion.
They are responsible for the birthdays of the master and the death of ancestors, as well as the daily correspondence with various governments and sending gifts. The list was sent out today, and the invitations will be sent to the invited matrons of each house tomorrow. A large banquet such as Jiang Xingjian's Imperial Palace must be held separately by the male and female family members of the inner and outer courtyards, so Song Wan alone would definitely be too busy to handle it.
"I invite these three people in my name."
Heng Zhi opened it and took a look. She could understand the Mrs. Sun family and the mistress of the Lan family, but there was a member of the staff, Mrs. Bai Langbai, who made her a little confused.
"My brother has gone to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and is still just a deputy envoy who has not yet entered the ranks. This Lord Bai is his top leader."
At the mention of Song Fu's name, Heng Zhi blushed quietly, nodded blankly, and walked out holding the determined list.
Aunt Zhao felt quite uncomfortable when she saw this.
Her young lady has an arrogant temperament. If she had done it in the past, she would never have done such a thing as taking advantage of the prince's mansion and seeking personal gain for her young master. Now that I have done it, I am afraid that I am completely disappointed with the Hou Mansion and cannot bear to maintain my kindness.
Aunt Zhao wanted to persuade her, but she opened and closed her lips but could not utter a word.
For Jiang Xingjian's grand banquet, Song Wan took charge of the invitation list and the cuisine and didn't care about anything else. There are old rules in these banquet houses. As long as the housekeeper is arranged to do her errands, it will be a success. .
After preparing everything and reporting the matter to Jiang's mother with Mrs. Jiang, Song Wan never asked again. Even when she heard that Jiang's mother had handed over part of the power to manage the banquet to Lin Jiayue, she didn't say anything.
But later, a mother-in-law occasionally came to report, saying vaguely that Lin Jiayue had changed the rules of the government. Song Wan only asked if Madam knew about it. After hearing that Jiang's mother knew and still let Lin Jiayue take full responsibility, she Completely delegating power and letting the mothers-in-law listen to Lin Jiayue's instructions.
"Miss, aren't you afraid of what the little prostitute might do?"
As soon as the housekeeper left, Aunt Zhao couldn't sit still and tried to persuade her sincerely: "You let that little whore take care of it. If something really goes wrong that day, wouldn't the young lady's virtuous reputation be ruined?"
Song Wan held the book and smiled lightly: "You went to Jiangxiang Courtyard with me yesterday. Did you see Madam's attitude?"
It has been hot recently, and Mrs. Jiang has been very sick all day long. She has no appetite and is very tired. Except for Song Wan and Jiang Xingjian who occasionally see each other once or twice, the old lady has exempted everyone from their morning and evening classes. Jiang's mother was responsible for all matters in the house. Song Wan could not trouble the old lady with chores, so he could only inform Jiang's mother.
Lin Jiayue's Huanyan Zhai had a lot of business just after it opened. The considerable income made Jiang's mother and Jiang Xingjian more confident in her, and they also felt confident in her hosting the banquet.
Song Wan had just mentioned that the old rules could not be changed, but Jiang's mother pushed back with a boring and boring sentence.
"It's useless to say anything I say now. To put it more deeply, it means that I have a narrow-minded mind. I can only be sour and jealous that I can't see the Hou Mansion getting better."
"cough."
As soon as Song Wan finished speaking, he saw Jiang Xingjian standing in the room with a subtle look on his face. Aunt Zhao looked at Vanilla angrily. Just when Vanilla was about to reply, Jiang Xing simply said: "I didn't let her pass the message..."
He didn't expect Song Wan to mention him and Lin Jiayue in the room.
Song Wan lazily raised his eyes, not feeling the slightest embarrassment of having his private conversation broken.
Her plain appearance made Jiang Xingjian feel a little awkward, as if she was redundant.
"Concubine Jiang gave you something, I brought it here for you."
Putting the wooden box in his hand on the table, Jiang Xingjian sat down.
During this period of time, he deliberately distanced himself from Song Wan and had not been to Lan Courtyard for a long time. He thought Song Wan would be resentful, but he did not expect that she did not care at all.
"If you think Jiayue did something bad, you can say no. After all, you are the direct descendant of the Hou family..."
"Let a concubine be in charge of the middle child, and the ancestral rules and ethics of the Hou family have been forgotten. What can I say?"
Song Wan put down the "General Meanings of Literature and History" in his hand and said indifferently: "People value themselves. If the Marquis Mansion doesn't respect itself, how can you expect others to force it?"
"I'm tired, please come back, husband."
However, as soon as he sat down, he was ordered to be kicked out, but Jiang Xingjian had no words to argue on his face. From the moment he decided to give up on Song Wan, he no longer bowed his head in front of her, and he no longer had the shame to say a harsh word.
After all, he failed her.
Jiang Xingjian pursed her lips and left Lan Courtyard with a little hesitation.
"Miss, I feel that my uncle has a heart for you. Now that Concubine Jiang has given me a heavy gift, I think she wants to ease the relationship with you."
"If the Marquis finds his way back, Miss, you'd better listen to my wife's advice and relax a little..."
Song Wan glanced at the nanmu box on the table and said indifferently: "It's not about easing the relationship. It's just that I told the second master and the third sister about the marriage between the Sun family and the Lan family. They are satisfied."
When she is done, she will be given one or two playthings and asked to continue planning for the Hou Mansion. If she is useless, even if she enters the palace as before, don't even think about seeing her.
In the final analysis, Concubine Jiang only used her as a servant to run errands and help out. In Jiang Concubine's heart, she was worse than a low-level female official in Yanqing Palace.
Picking up the nanmu box, Song Wan opened it and handed it to Aunt Zhao: "Put it away."
