The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

After listening to Jiang Qinghe's words, Meng Wenyao nodded slightly and sighed: "Since Mr. Song is unwilling to go, he must have told the governor in person. Looking at the current situation, the governor must insist that he go to the border. You also know "The Governor is not the kind of person who can change his mind just by blowing the wind on his pillow. Now that the Governor has decided, how can I, a little girl, change my mind?"

"Besides, I'm just an outsider, so why should I interfere with Mr. Song's future?"

Jiang Qinghe never expected that Meng Wenyao still refused to let go after she had groveled to this extent. After all, she underestimated Meng Wenyao's ruthlessness.

But after she had come, how could she really retreat and go back? With her heart pounding, she knelt down and said, "Please take pity on Qinghe, aunt!"

Meng Wenyao, who was gargling her mouth, almost spit out the tea. It was not easy. After being married for so long, she was finally called aunt by Jiang Qinghe.

After rinsing his mouth slowly, Meng Wenyao pretended to be surprised and said: "Qinghe, what are you doing? Let's talk about it if we have anything to say."

Looking at the maids on the left and right, Meng Wenyao pretended to scold: "Why are you still standing there? Help Grandma Song up quickly."

When Jiang Qinghe sat down again, Meng Wenyao took Jiang Qinghe's hand and said affectionately: "Qinghe, it's not that I won't help you, it's just that my position is really difficult to express. If I really go to ask the governor, the governor may misunderstand me. , do you understand?”

Looking at Jiang Qinghe's face gradually turning red, one knew that she thought that Song Feijie was once Meng Wenyao's fiancé, but was snatched away by her in the end.

Stopping Jiang Qinghe who was about to plead again, Meng Wenyao said earnestly: "Instead of begging me here, why don't you go and beg your mother-in-law. Mr. Song is her only child. As long as she doesn't agree, the governor can't force her to death." Mr. Song went to the frontier."

Seeing Jiang Qinghe's bright eyes, Meng Wenyao sighed again: "I'm afraid your mother-in-law will agree, and then there will really be no room for change."

Jiang Qinghe didn't care, she had to convince Mrs. Song that she couldn't really take Mr. Song to the border. Otherwise, when she came back in five or eight years, she would be an old man. Mr. Song would hire new people after he became famous. What would she do for the rest of her life?

Watching Jiang Qinghe go out impatiently, Meng Wenyao didn't know how good her mood was. She knew that Jiang Qinghe was a person who could share joys and sorrows. As long as Mr. Song's future was slim, she would definitely jump up and down.

If Mrs. Song in the nunnery agreed to Song Feijie going to the border, then Jiang Qinghe would definitely still make a fuss. Only when people make a fuss can they find opportunities to rectify it.

And if Mrs. Song disagrees, she will definitely have a quarrel with Lu Yiran.

At that time, Lu Yiran, who saw that his sister and nephew did not accept all his hard work, did not know how disappointed he would be.

Giving up is not a momentary decision, but a repeated disappointment. As long as Lu Yiran is disappointed enough, Seinfeld's death is not far away.

Jiang Qinghe gradually calmed down as she sat in a rickety carriage heading to the nunnery outside the city. She and Mrs. Song had always had a knot in their minds since the child was aborted.

Now that she has gone there hastily, it's hard to say whether she can reach an agreement with Mrs. Song.

She wanted to think of a perfect way to force Seinfeld to stay.

While she was still thinking hard, she suddenly heard a servant report: "Grandma, my wife seems to be ill in the nunnery. The waiter came back and asked the eldest son to come and take a look."

It’s really time to give me a pillow when you’re feeling sleepy. What’s more reason why you can’t travel far than your mother’s serious illness?

However, considering that Mrs. Song had just gone to the nunnery not long ago, Jiang Qinghe felt that Mrs. Song was either pretending to be ill or had a minor illness, which would not prevent Song Feijie from going to the border.

She wanted Mrs. Song to be really terminally ill, so that not only Song Feijie, but also Lu Yiran wouldn't be able to be cruel.

"The young master was drunk yesterday and is lying in bed without waking up. You go back and report to the madam first. I will go back and invite the young master over."

After sending the people from the nunnery, Jiang Qinghe turned around and returned to the Song Mansion.

She summoned Jasmine, whispered something, and then went to visit the drunken Song Feijie. Of course, she never mentioned Mrs. Song's illness.

After receiving Jiang Qinghe's order, Jasmine once again fell into a huge entanglement and panic. How could the once gentle and virtuous young lady turn into this incomprehensible appearance now?

She didn't dare to really follow Jiang Qinghe's instructions because she was really afraid that Jiang Qinghe would have a bad ending if things were exposed in the future.

She is even more afraid that the Meng family will really take any responsibility. She will have no way out in the future.

She mustered up the courage to go to the Lu Mansion and told Meng Wenyao everything.

"Madam, our young lady asked me to find a nun from the Meng family to visit Mrs. Song, and then add medicine to Mrs. Song's food, so that Mrs. Song could linger on the bed. I don't know what the young lady is going to do. What if she is discovered? It doesn’t involve the Meng Mansion, slaves and maids..."

Meng Wenyao held down Jasmine's nervous and trembling hand in time. She knew Jiang Qinghe's purpose, wasn't it to make Mrs. Song extremely ill and then force Song Feijie to stay?

As for the people who use Meng Mansion, if they are exposed in the future, others will first think that Meng Wenyao did it. After all, Mrs. Song has attacked Meng Wenyao many times, and it is reasonable for Meng Wenyao to fight back.

It's a good kill to kill two birds with one stone. Unfortunately, Jiang Qinghe didn't know that Meng Wenyao had laid a dragnet around him, and he might not be able to use any means.

Taking out ten taels of silver and handing it to Jasmine, Meng Wenyao said: "Moli, go back first and give Aunt Liu in the kitchen of the Song Mansion one tael of silver tomorrow morning, and tell her that your grandma is responsible for taking care of the food during her confinement. , thank her very much, give her a red envelope from your share, and ask her to keep it to buy snacks for her grandson at home, and don’t worry about the rest."

Although she didn't know what Meng Wenyao planned to do, seeing how confident Meng Wenyao was, Jasmine took the money and went back with confidence.

Although Meng Wenyao in her previous life could not become a family member in the Song Mansion, she was still clear about the people who served under the Song Mansion, who had what temperament and what handlers they had.

For example, Grandma Liu in the kitchen is a person who is greedy for money and loves wine. Today, she only needs to find an old man from the Song family who is familiar with her and tell Grandma Liu to cook a meal for Mrs. Song in the nunnery tomorrow. , give her more money, and nine times out of ten she will go.

The next morning, before Mother Liu set off, Jasmine gave her another one or two pieces of silver. With those words, whenever she used her brain, she could think that it was Jiang Qinghe who asked her to go to the nunnery.

And there will be a good show in the nunnery tomorrow.

Lu Yiran went home in the evening and saw Meng Wenyao with a worried look on his face. He asked before he had time to change: "But what happened?"