Jiang Jincheng chuckled and persuaded his wife: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The third young master of the Chu family is very talented, and he is a good match for our Shuangshuang."
Chu Wushuang stared at Jiang Jincheng calmly, and soon heard what Jiang Jincheng said in his heart: "Although this boy is a concubine, he is still Chu Shengnian's flesh and blood. As long as he can be related to the Chu family, who will dare to do anything to my Jiang family in the future?" Disrespectful.”
After Chu Wushuang heard what Jiang Jincheng said, he scolded his mother in his heart: "It turns out that you are just like my dad. You are both evil-minded and have your own agenda."
Seeing that her husband agreed to Chu Shengnian's proposal, Mrs. Jiang was unwilling to make insinuations: "Master, do you really think so?"
Jiang Jincheng glared at his wife and scolded her angrily: "I am the head of the family, it is not your turn to teach me how to behave."
When he was angry, his wife could only act anxiously and not dare to say anything more.
"My son, are you willing to enter Zanjiang Mansion?"
Chu Shengnian asked Chu Wushuang for his opinion.
Chu Wushuang looked at his sanctimonious father and said in his heart: "If I say I don't want to, you will force me to be my son-in-law. Can I say I don't want to?"
He said this in his heart and said something ironic with his mouth: "My child is willing."
The second lady glanced at Chu Wushuang and said in her heart: "This trash can still be of some use. If both his mother had died..."
Chu Wushuang's expression immediately changed when he heard what the second lady was saying.
Just when he wanted to listen carefully to what the two of them were saying, he suddenly felt a headache and could no longer hear the second lady talking.
Although he only heard a few words from the second lady, Chu Wushuang began to realize that his mother's death from illness might have been man-made.
In ancient times, women often fought in intrigues to serve their husbands, and it was common for them to murder their rivals in order to gain power.
Maybe the mother was a thorn in the second lady's side, so she was murdered by the second lady.
However, the mind-reading skills suddenly stopped working, and guessing alone could not prove that the second lady was suspicious.
Chu Wushuang was extremely annoyed and looked painful.
Chu Shengnian saw this and suggested, "My son will go back and rest first. Father will decide the auspicious day before sending you to Zanjiang Mansion."
Chu Wushuang had an unbearable headache and couldn't get what he wanted, and his voice was weak.
The father said goodbye: "My son, please leave first."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.
Guo Qingyi, who was waiting outside the door, was already anxious. He stretched out his hand to support Chu Wushuang and asked with concern: "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine. Let's go back and rest first."
Chu Wushuang felt that his head still hurt, and with the help of Guo Qingyi, he walked to the shabby courtyard where he lived.
Along the way, Guo Qingyi asked out of curiosity: "Young Master, are you really willing to join Zanjiang Mansion?"
Chu Wushuang smiled bitterly: "What else? Do you think my father will let me go if he doesn't listen to his arrangements?"
Guo Qingyi frowned and said secretly in her heart: "I am the young master's maid. Before the young master enters Zanjiang Mansion, I must teach him how to consummate their marriage."
Guo Qingyi's face turned red at the thought of teaching Chu Wushuang to consummate their marriage.
Chu Wushuang no longer had a headache. He heard Guo Qingyi's thoughts and pretended not to know.
When the master and servant were walking through a garden, Chu Wushuang suggested: "Let's find a place to sit for a while. I can take a breath."
Although his head ached no longer, he felt physically tired.
There is a pavilion in the garden, and the master and servant sit on the stone benches of the pavilion.
Guo Qingyi was worried and said in her heart: "If the young master goes to Jiang Mansion, what will I do in the future?"
Chu Wushuang heard it clearly and blurted out: "It's okay. I will be the Jiang Mansion's son-in-law and will take you there with me."
Guo Qingyi raised his head in surprise and grabbed Chu Wushuang's wrist in excitement: "Young Master, is it true? Can I really live in Jiang Mansion with you?"
She was so busy trying to verify what Chu Wushuang said that she forgot that she should ask why Chu Wushuang could read people's hearts and know what she was thinking.
"Really, when have I ever lied to you, please let go."
Chu Wushuang felt a little pain when Guo Qingyi grabbed her wrist.
Guo Qingyi realized that he had lost his composure, his face turned red with embarrassment, and he retracted his hands.
As if she remembered something, Chu Wushuang took Guo Qingyi's hands and put them in front of her eyes. Her heart immediately tightened.
The servants in ancient times were not as good as pigs or dogs. Even maids often had to do some manual labor.
Because Guo Qingyi has been doing rough work since she was a child, her hands that should be delicate are covered with calluses and have rough skin, no different from the hands of middle-aged and elderly women.
Guo Qingyi didn't know why Chu Wushuang grabbed her hands. She felt as sweet as honey in her heart, and suddenly wished that time would pass slower.
In this way, the young master can hold her hands for a long time.
"You are only sixteen years old, and your hands are as old as a sixty-year-old woman. From now on, do less menial work. I will buy you some hand ointment later."
Chu Wushuang released his hands and warned Guo Qingyi.
After Guo Qingyi figured out Chu Wushuang's intention of grabbing his hand, his heart immediately felt warm.
"If I don't do the rough work, who will light the fire and cook for you, young master?"
Guo Qingyi said coquettishly.
Chu Wushuang was speechless and said after a moment: "Then you should use hand cream more often and remember to wear gloves when working."
"Yes, I have taken note of it."
Guo Qingyi nodded vigorously.
Although there was a smile on her face, Chu Wushuang felt heavy.
Women have been inferior to men since ancient times. Even in the modern society where he originally lived, there is still a phenomenon of men favoring women.
However, women in modern society are at least much happier than women in ancient times.
Guo Qingyi was in her cardamom years. She should have gone to school to study and become literate, but instead she became a workhorse for a wealthy family, and her life was worse than that of a pig or a dog.
Just don't think about it. The more you think about it, the more Chu Wushuang feels that Guo Qingyi is too pathetic.
Since losing his mother, Guo Qingyi is his only relative.
"Young Master, what are you thinking about? Why are you looking so sad?"
Guo Qingyi tilted her head, blinked her watery eyes, and looked at Chu Wushuang curiously.
Although her life is not as good as that of a pig or a dog, she has become accustomed to being a cow and horse of a wealthy family. She does not feel that she is miserable. She has become accustomed to it.
Compared to Chu Wushuang, who was always worried, she lived a carefree life every day.
Chu Wushuang looked at Guo Qingyi with a complicated expression. Based on Guo Qingyi's appearance, she was actually a first-rate beauty.
It's just that she never dresses herself up. She is always dirty year after year. Either her clothes are dirty or her face is dirty. No one notices that she is a beautiful woman.
Looking at Guo Qingyi's innocent eyes, Chu Wushuang suggested: "Before entering Zanjiang Mansion, how about I marry you first?"
Guo Qingyi's expression changed when he heard this, his tender face was immediately filled with shyness, and his face was as red as a blooming flower.
