Zhongyuan whispered: "On weekdays, the princess always smiles playfully with us. Even if we ignore her, she is not angry. I always thought she was a cheerful person and would not have anything to worry about. I didn't expect her to be so thoughtful. , if it hadn’t broke out today, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have known that she was already sick with worry.”
Sanqiyi looked at Zhongyuan with unperturbed eyes, "What do you want to say?"
"Are we...going too far?"
Sanqi pursed her lips and did not answer.
After all, Zhongyuan was familiar with Sanqi, and he knew from Sanqi's expression that she was hesitating.
Inside the door, Fu Shilast stood in the shadow.
Liuyi's muttering to himself and the conversation between Sanqi and Zhongyuan all came to his ears.
In the darkness, his expression was unclear.
I could vaguely see his hand raised to grasp the door frame, and then quickly put down again.
He turned back to the table and sat down silently.
On the bed not far away, Jiang Yuhuan opened his eyes.
My eyes were dry from too many tears.
Fu Changchun blew out the lamp and let her have a good rest.
She smiled silently and sarcastically. How could she have a good rest?
The next day, Jiang Yuhuan got up early.
Perhaps after yesterday's catharsis, the cheerful mask was removed, and now he is too lazy to show off.
She sat in front of the dressing table with a tired look and let Zhongyuan dress her up.
She didn't know when she fell asleep last night. She only knew that Fu Shilu was still sitting in the room and did not leave when she fell asleep.
When I got up, the person was no longer there.
It would be better not to be there, she didn't want to see him.
After breakfast, she took Zhongyuan and Sanqi out of the house.
Today is her mother's birthday, and she has not forgotten her promise to Jiang Qiao.
She got into the carriage and asked about last night.
"Will the fact that I vomited blood and fainted last night reach the ears of the Queen Mother?"
"Yes, Imperial Physician Liang is from the Queen Mother." Zhong Yuan glanced at Jiang Yuhuan quietly but hesitated to speak.
Jiang Yuhuan saw her hesitating and said bluntly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Princess Princess, if you are still sick, don't think so much."
Jiang Yuhuan smiled and gently scratched Zhongyuan's cheek with his finger, "Zhongyuan is kind-hearted and knows he cares about me."
She was smiling as usual, but Zhongyuan felt that there was a hint of sadness in this smile, which made her very uncomfortable.
The carriage fell into silence, and Jiang Yuhuan opened the curtain. The hot wind hitting her face not only failed to wake her up, but made her even more drowsy.
He simply lowered the curtain and leaned against the chariot with his eyes closed to relax.
Since the Queen Mother knew that she was vomiting blood, she should know that she was not doing well in the Prince's Mansion.
If the Queen Mother wanted something from her, she would have taken action.
The Queen Mother remained motionless. She was always worried that the Queen Mother would try to use a big move to kill her and catch her off guard.
She hated feeling out of control.
The carriage lurched along.
It was an hour's journey from the city to Fuhua Temple, and Jiang Yuhuan's back ached from sitting there.
Finally, we reached the foot of the mountain.
Fuhua Temple is located in Fuhua Mountain, which is famous for its beautiful scenery. Many people like to visit the mountain.
Fuhua Temple is halfway up the mountain, and you need to walk up there. The carriages all stop in the stables built by the temple, and are guarded by monks.
Jiang Yuhuan stepped out of the car and took a breath while looking at the long stairs.
Sanqi and Zhongyuan also knew that she was weak now, and half of her life would be lost if she climbed up.
"Princess Princess, I will carry you on my back."
Sanqi squatted in front of Jiang Yuhuan. Before Jiang Yuhuan could refuse, a female voice intervened forcefully, "Come and offer incense. If you are not sincere, the Buddha will blame you."
Jiang Yuhuan glanced at the others and pulled Sanqi up, "No need."
She didn't intend for anyone to carry it. Everyone came to the temple to offer incense with a pious heart. Although she didn't believe it, she wouldn't blaspheme it casually.
"Who is that?"
Sanqi looked at that person coldly, "It's Mrs. Ning Guo."
"You don't take care of your own family's affairs, but you take care of me."
Jiang Yuhuan snorted coldly, and walked up regardless of Mrs. Ning Guogong's reaction.
Zhongyuan and Sanqi followed closely behind.
Mrs. Ning Guogong looked at Jiang Yuhuan's thin body, a stern look flashed in her eyes.
She glanced at the stables as if unintentionally, and then followed Jiang Yuhuan's footsteps.
He didn't realize it before. After vomiting blood last night, Jiang Yuhuan felt particularly weak. He couldn't breathe after walking a few steps.
Mrs. Ning Guogong quickly caught up with her, as if she didn't care about Jiang Yuhuan's choking just now, and said with a kind smile, "Is the princess unwell?"
"Yes, Mrs. Ning Guo, do you want to carry me on your back?"
Jiang Yuhuan knew clearly that the people from Duke Ning's palace wanted to kill her, so Jiang Yuhuan didn't want to make excuses with her.
Mrs. Ning Guogong had never been in contact with Jiang Yuhuan. She didn't know that Jiang Yuhuan spoke so ruthlessly and that his prepared words were of no use. She didn't know what to say and her face turned red.
Jiang Yuhuan couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the change in Mrs. Ning Guogong's expression.
"Why is the princess laughing?"
"You look rosy and look good. I'm so young, but I can't compare to the old man."
At this time, Mrs. Ning Guogong could no longer maintain her good face. She took several breaths before suppressing her anger and fighting back, "How can the princess give birth to an heir for the prince if she is in such poor health?"
If Jiang Yuhuan likes Fu Shilu, or is a standard ancient man, these words may be powerful to her. But unfortunately, Jiang Yuhuan is not.
She didn't care at all about giving birth to a child for Fu Shiju, and Fu Shiju had no plans to do so.
She said indifferently: "I can't give birth, and there are others. If any one gives birth, it's okay to put it in my name. I don't have to suffer the pain of childbirth, and I have a child for free. Wouldn't it be wonderful?"
Mrs. Ning Guogong was suspicious, "The princess is really generous. The princess is so generous, why is she not willing to let her own sister be recorded in her mother's name?"
Today she came to offer incense to her deceased mother. She didn't know if it was because of her illness, but she felt inexplicably heavy.
Mrs. Ning Guogong even mentioned her mother, which made Jiang Yuhuan feel even more unhappy.
"No matter how generous I am, I can't go beyond my mother and make the decision for her. It just so happens that I am here to offer incense to my mother today. If Ning Guogong's palace must be a legitimate daughter, why don't you go and ask my mother personally. But..."
Jiang Yuhuan changed the subject, "Madam only cares about Jiang Li, so she probably doesn't care about her identity so much. What does it matter if she is a legitimate daughter? No one will say anything if you give Jiang Li the title of head wife, or Mrs. Ning Guogong Do you think that only the legitimate daughter of the Hou family is worthy of Ning Zheng? Or, if it hadn’t been for something unexpected, our daughter of the Hou family would not be in your scope."
The Fuhua Temple is full of incense, and there is an endless stream of people coming to offer incense.
The voices of the two people speaking were not deliberately lowered, so naturally someone heard them.
Mrs. Ning Guogong's original intention was to let everyone know that Jiang Yuhuan was a narrow-minded person and unfriendly to sisters.
Who would have thought that just one sentence from her, and ten from Jiang Yuhuan, would make her even more angry.
It was already clear to everyone who Ning Zheng was through Ning Jun's secret publicity. This kind of person was qualified to choose his family background, which aroused the anger of everyone present.
"I'm really shameless. My grandson has harmed this lady, and he still dislikes her for not being his legitimate daughter."
"Hey, how can a high-ranking family be the same as us ordinary people? No matter what the character of your descendants is, as long as their family background matches."
"But we ordinary people also know our integrity. The princess's mother has passed away, and the Ningguo government still wants people to put their concubine in the name of their mother to save their face. Bah! No wonder you can teach such a sanctimonious person! "
"The princess is really pitiful."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuhuan cooperated and acted weak and vulnerable.
Mrs. Ning Guogong was so ashamed when she listened to everyone's discussion.
It was true that she had heard such words in the past few days, but there was a difference between relaying it and hearing it in person. Her face was filled with shame and she wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
But she couldn't let Jiang Yuhuan's words spread like this.
Jiang Yuhuan's use of the word "look for" was simply to push Duke Ning's government to the forefront.
The people with a higher status than the Marquis are the Duke and the royal family. No matter which one they are, they cannot accept their daughter being chosen.
Their Ningguo government would not be so arrogant.
"The princess has misunderstood. Our Ningguo government does not value family status. It's just that girl Jiang Li wants to be remembered by your father's name, and she becomes sick with worry because of it. That's why I'm a little worried."
Jiang Yuhuan, who was really worried and sick, suddenly felt sympathy for Jiang Li.
She was probably still having a headache from the injuries on her body, and she was being labeled as vain for no reason.
Anyone can take advantage of it, anyone can step on it, it’s so sad!
Jiang Yuhuan had rested now and did not intend to continue to quarrel with Mrs. Ning Guogong, so he said: "I think Mrs. Ning Guogong is here to pray for Jiang Li, so I will leave without delay."
Jiang Yuhuan walked away simply and did not see the twisted and ferocious look on Mrs. Ning Guogong's face at that moment.
Jiang Li was so brave that she needed Mrs. Ning Guogong to pray for her personally. Jiang Yuhuan's words made Mrs. Ning Guogong feel stuck in her throat.
Jiang Yuhuan has no interest in caring about Ning Guogong's wife.
She walked and walked, and finally climbed up to Fuhua Temple.
Jiang Qiao's servant was waiting at the entrance of Fuhua Temple. When he saw Jiang Yuhuan coming, he hurriedly greeted him, "Miss, the Marquis has been waiting for a long time."
"Well, take me there."
"yes."
Jiang Yuhuan followed the boy all the way from the temple gate.
The temple is built against the mountain, and Jiang Yuhuan was already sweating profusely when he arrived.
"The Marquis is inside, young lady, please go in."
Jiang Yuhuan walked into the hall and saw Jiang Qiao kneeling devoutly on the ground without a futon. He clasped his hands and muttered something silently.
She asked Zhongyuan and Sanqi to wait outside, and walked quietly to Jiang Qiao.
There was a tablet directly opposite Jiang Qiao, and Jiang Yuhuan recognized it as the rebirth tablet enshrined to her mother.
She was in awe, knelt down beside Jiang Qiao, and kowtowed three times sincerely.
I thought to myself: I'm sorry for occupying your daughter's body and trying to get you a dowry. Don't worry, I will protect everything you have left behind, as well as my brother who is far away in Jinzhou. Now, I, the Clay Bodhisattva, cannot save myself when crossing the river. If I get out of trouble in the future, I am willing to find out the truth about my crossing and the whereabouts of your daughter's soul.
She was still sleeping in the house before she traveled through time. The original owner was locked in the woodshed but was guarded by Liuyi and Fu Shiju and did not die.
She had always felt something strange, but she just didn't have the energy and didn't know how to investigate.
After she finished speaking what was in her heart, she opened her eyes and Jiang Qiao was looking at her.
The out-of-focus eyes and the love in them seemed to be looking at another person through her.
"Master Hou."
She interrupted Jiang Qiao's thoughts, and Jiang Qiao's eyes became clear.
"Ah Huan, you go out first, and dad will chat with your mother. Jiang San will take you to the guest room in the temple, and we will have dinner together at noon."
Jiang Yuhuan saw that Jiang Qiao's sad expression didn't look like he was faking it, and she didn't confront him for the first time.
She walked out and asked Jiang San where the guest room was, then sent Jiang San to wander around the mountains by himself.
The scenery of Fuhua Mountain is indeed beautiful, no wonder so many talented people and beautiful women are willing to come here.
When she was tired from walking, she rested in a pavilion and looked around boredly.
Zhongyuan looked at it and it was almost time. After talking to Jiang Yuhuan, he went to borrow the temple's kitchen to boil medicine.
Jiang Yuhuan was looking at a scene not far away in trance, when suddenly a figure broke into his sight.
