"My poor Rong'er, you have been wronged." Mrs. Chang quickly advised, "Don't let your mind wander. You must live. Only by living can you have hope!"
Only by living can she make money.
"Every time I think of my uncles, the Jiang family, and Shen Wenyuan, I tell myself that I must live well." Jiang Rong said truly.
None of you are going to hell.
How dare I die?
"My Rong'er, when that dandy Xie Lingxi gets tired of you, you still have a chance to make peace. Don't worry, my aunt will take you home when the time comes!" Ms. Chang pretended to cry with her.
At this moment, grandma walked in with a box.
"Rong'er, these are the account books and the silver deed. You can take them back. You don't have to worry about the rest. My business aunt will take care of them for you," Mrs. Chang said.
Jiang Rong handed it to Ying Xia aside, "I'll have to trouble my aunt again in the future."
"Oh, by the way, I heard that the Spring Festival is gone?" Chang asked. She received the news that Yingchun was dead.
Jiang Rong sighed, "Aunt, on my wedding night, I poisoned Xie Lingxi out of my mind and wanted to die with him. When he found out, Yingchun took the blame for me. She died for me..."
"So that's it. Don't be so arrogant in the future. Trust my aunt, you will come back sooner or later!" Ms. Chang quickly tried to persuade her.
"Now I understand. Rather than die, I would rather defeat the Xie family and take revenge on Xie Lingxi. Naturally, it won't happen again." Jiang Rong nodded lightly.
The two talked for a while.
Jiang Rong suddenly asked, "Aunt, why don't you see your second brother?"
Chang has two sons.
The eldest son adopted the eldest son, and the second son, Jiang Wenmian, was seventeen years old. He was a dandy who drank, drank, and gambled.
"This worthless thing owes gambling debt again last night. The debtor came to your door and made your uncle angry. He hung him up and beat him. He still can't get out of bed today." Mrs. Chang mentioned Jiang Wen. Get angry.
"Why did uncle beat him so hard? I'm going to see the second brother." Jiang Rong looked concerned: "Don't be angry. The second brother is still young and will be sensible in the future."
Mrs. Chang didn't want Jiang Rong to disturb Jiang Wan in the front hall, so she was happy to delay her for a while and ordered:
"Mother Zhang, take the imperial concubine to the Pine Courtyard."
……
Shoin.
Jiang Wenmian lay on the bed, cursing at his father. There were several beautiful maids in his room, one peeled grapes for him, another fed him wine, and there were dancers dancing and singing melodious music.
"Second Young Master, Second Young Lady is here!" The boy came to report.
Jiang Wenmian frowned impatiently, "What is she doing here? My master is ill and is missing."
But Jiang Rong had already broken in. He frowned when he saw the smoky atmosphere in the room, and said with a cold face, "Everyone, get out!"
Everyone in the room fell silent.
"Jiang Rong, why are you so crazy? How dare you command the people in my room..."
"My concubine has spoken, who dares not to leave?" Jiang Rong said coldly.
The maids and dancers were also afraid of her current status and withdrew one after another. In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Wenmian and Jiang Rong were left in the room.
"Jiang Rong, what are you doing?" Jiang Wenmian had a sullen face. If he hadn't been unable to get out of bed, he would have slapped Jiang Rong.
"I heard that my second brother was beaten up by my uncle. My eldest brother spent so much money to seek an official position last year, but my uncle was not dissatisfied. He is also a son, and his title and wealth belong to his eldest brother. The second brother has nothing and even owes a little debt. They will all be beaten." Jiang Rong said calmly, openly sowing discord:
"My sister just thinks it's unfair."
