The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

Jiang He groaned, and hurriedly stopped him.

"What are you doing? You've finally healed the trauma on your body, so you're just looking for life and death, right? Do you really think that Xiaorou's money is not money?"

Yingge looked at Wei Rou aggrievedly.

Wei Rou had a terrible headache.

"Why do you say you are jealous with Wen Qing and Wu Jiang? They were hired by the general to serve me. You have been with me since you were a child. Can I drive you away? If you really want to serve me for the rest of your life, I will not will stop you."

Warm Wu Jiang couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"Sister Yingge, don't misunderstand us, our duty is to take good care of your wife, we don't dare to think about anything else."

When Yingge heard this, she was a bit embarrassed.

In such a comparison, she has no guts.

Seeing that Yingge began to reflect on herself, Wei Rou's tone became stricter.

"You have been by my side for many years, you know how I treat you, if this continues, I will have someone drive you out of the general's residence."

Yingge panicked, knelt down in front of Wei Rou again, and grabbed her hand.

"Ma'am, don't drive your slaves away! Your slaves will be by Madam's side for the rest of their lives."

"Okay, I'm hungry, you go to the back kitchen and watch."

Yingge stood up happily when she heard the words, wiped away her tears and ran to the back kitchen.

Seeing her like this, Wei Rou sighed softly.

She suddenly felt that she had treated Wei Ruyi lightly in the forest today, since Yingge was tortured into such a state by her, she would always want to get it back from Wei Ruyi.

During dinner, Jiang He pushed Song Linfeng out.

The wheelchair Song Linfeng was sitting in was custom-made by Jiang He, and it cost a lot of money, and Jiang He still had heartache for a long time.

But after all, it was my own fault, and I had to spend my money even if I was heartbroken.

When Wei Rou saw Song Linfeng, she got up to greet him.

"Mr. Song is still used to being in the house these days? If you have any questions, just talk to Jiang He."

Song Linfeng showed a gentle smile.

"Everything is fine in the General's Mansion. But I'm here to say goodbye today."

Wei Rou was taken aback, and Jiang He was also taken aback.

"I've bothered Madam these few days, Linfeng is concerned. Now that I've recovered from my injuries, I can't bother the General and Madam anymore."

When Song Linfeng said this, he deliberately glanced in Gu Xi's direction.

Gu Xi turned a blind eye and put vegetables in Wei Rou's bowl.

Seeing that Song Linfeng said this, Wei Rou naturally couldn't stay any longer. After all, Song Linfeng was the prime minister's son, and his close association with the general's mansion might arouse the emperor's suspicion.

Jiang He frowned.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, why don't you stay here for a few more days? Wait until you recover before leaving?"

Song Linfeng coughed lightly twice.

"Miss Jiang, don't worry, my injury is not serious, I just need to go back home to recuperate."

Seeing what he said, Jiang He felt angry for some reason, so she shook her hand and left.

"As you please, I'm leaving."

The people in the hall looked at each other.

What's wrong with her?

Wei Rou gave Wu Jiang a wink, Wu Jiang understood, and caught up to see the situation, in case Jiang He couldn't figure out what happened.

"Young Master Song, why don't you return home after dinner, I'll send you back home."

Song Linfeng glanced at the direction Jiang He was leaving, came back to his senses, and nodded in agreement.

"I heard from Miss Jiang that Madam is interested in strange literature and anecdotes."

Wei Rou nodded, seeing the dishes piled high in the bowl, her scalp tingled, she picked them out one by one and stuffed them into Gu Xi's bowl.

Seeing this scene, Song Linfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued: "I have collected a lot before, if Madam doesn't dislike it, I will order someone to bring it over someday."