The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

"Go, go to Tongyuan." Jiang Nanqiu rushed to Tongyuan with a cold face and anger. However, when she reached the gate of Tongyuan, she stopped and said to Yu'er, "Go to the outer study and tell me everything about this matter."

In the bedroom of Tongyuan, Wang had taken the medicine and gone to sleep. Jing Zhaoyue was sitting in the armchair outside, drinking tea leisurely. After seeing the hurried footsteps on the corridor, she chuckled, and when Jiang Nanqiu appeared, she said, "My sister-in-law is here." She seemed to have expected Jiang Nanqiu to be angry and rush here to question her.

Jiang Nanqiu looked solemn, bowed to Jing Zhaoyue, and sat down on the rosewood armchair. She looked at Rong Zhaoyue coldly and said, "Sister, you don't know, Qiu'er just heard a very funny news on the way to Tongyuan."

Jing Zhaoyue was very patient and asked with a smile, "Oh? What's the news?"

Jiang Nanqiu put away the smile on his face and said coldly, "A servant who doesn't know the difference between superiors and subordinates said that my eldest sister wanted Rong Menghan to help manage the household affairs. I immediately scolded her severely and told her that my eldest aunt is a married woman, how could she stretch her hands so far and take charge of her mother's family affairs?"

Jiang Nanqiu's indirect criticism did not make Jing Zhaoyue feel embarrassed. On the contrary, Jing Zhaoyue curled her lips and said lightly, "My sister-in-law wrongly blamed the servant. She was right. I just managed my mother's family's affairs."

She was so frank that Jiang Nanqiu was stunned.

Instead, Jing Zhaoyue said, "Mother has caught a cold and doesn't have the energy to manage household affairs. The end of the year is approaching, and our Zhenguo Mansion must prepare a list of gifts to be sent to each relative. In addition to the gift list, there are also gift invitations. Now it is popular in the capital for the mother to write the gift invitations herself. Can your daughter do it?" She looked down on Jiang Nanqiu so bluntly, guessing that she was not very literate and it would be very difficult for her to write gift invitations.

Jiang Nanqiu really couldn't answer for a moment.

Jing Zhaoyue became more and more proud, and said with a smile, "Rong Menghan was once a talented woman famous in the capital. Even the Empress praised her calligraphy. Since you can't write well, you can only ask her to write the gift invitation for you."

Only the mistress is qualified to write the gift invitation. If Rong Menghan writes the gift invitation and it gets out, how will Jiang Nanqiu keep his face?

Jing Zhaoyue was clearly taking advantage of her weakness and trying to disgust her.

This elder sister-in-law has embarrassed Jiang Nanqiu time and time again, and Jiang Nanqiu can no longer tolerate it.

Jiang Nanqiu smiled instead of being angry. His eyes looked directly at Jing Zhaoyue and said, "I heard that my eldest brother-in-law likes talented and attractive women the most. Since you are so fond of Rong Menghan's calligraphy, why don't you bring her back to the Duke of Ying's Mansion? First, let her write calligraphy for you, and second, let your brother-in-law take a look at her calligraphy. Your brother-in-law is so fond of women that he will definitely not refuse."

This is deliberately disgusting Jing Zhaoyue. She should pay more attention to the other girls at home and stay out of her mother's family's affairs.

After saying this, Jiang Nanqiu stood up from the armchair, and without even looking at Jing Zhaoyue's extremely ugly face, he walked out of Tongyuan.

Jing Anzhi happened to rush to Tongyuan and met Jiang Nanqiu, who looked worried, in the corridor.

Jing Anzhi frowned and said, "My elder sister is confused. I will explain everything to her right away." Jing Anzhi had already learned from Yu'er that Jing Zhaoyue wanted Rong Menghan to be the housekeeper and director, and he was extremely unwilling to do so.

Seeing Jing Anzhi standing by her side, Jiang Nanqiu was overjoyed. She lowered her eyelashes like a cattail leaf fan and walked in front of Jing Anzhi, "Big sister, you are doing this for my own good. It's all my fault that I don't know many words, and my handwriting is crooked and not pretty."

Jing Anzhi knew how difficult it was for Jiang Nanqiu in the Jiang family. The Song family didn't let her learn to read, nor did they let her have enough food and clothes. They were very strict with her. Jing Anzhi felt pity for Jiang Nanqiu and was about to say a few words to comfort her, but he saw Jiang Nanqiu raised his bright eyes and pleaded, "But I won't always write so badly. Master, are you willing to teach me how to write?"

Jiang Nanqiu knew that although Jing Zhaoyue had bad intentions, she was right in saying one thing: it would be bad if the mistress's handwriting was spread out. Sooner or later, the household affairs of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion would be handed over to Jiang Nanqiu. Since she had discovered her shortcomings, she had to do her best to make up for them.

"Okay." Jing Anzhi agreed with a smile.

Several of Jing Zhaoyue's maids were standing on the corridor of Tongyuan. Jiang Nanqiu had no intention of flirting with Jing Anzhi here, so the two ladies walked back to Qiulan Pavilion hand in hand.

In the past, Jing Anzhi and Jiang Nanqiu always walked one after the other, but today, Jing Anzhi, who was walking in front, stopped and waited for Jiang Nanqiu. After Jiang Nanqiu caught up with him in small steps, he stretched out his big hand and held her hand. Then, the two held hands and walked towards Qiulan Pavilion intimately.

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Yu'er was in a very good mood these days. Privately, Yu'er and Ling Qing said several times, "Madame Rong said that where a man's money is, there is his heart."

Yu'er's words were a veiled attack. Everyone knew that Jing Zhaoyue went back to her parents' home in anger because the prince of the Duke of Ying gave his concubine several acres of good land and the land deed. Jing Zhaoyue was furious that a concubine had taken away several thousand taels of silver.

Yu'er hated Jing Zhaoyue's personality, so she smiled and said, "Eldest aunt is so cunning, it's obvious that life in the Duke of England's mansion is not easy."

Ling Qing nodded and said with a smile, "The prince gave the key to the private vault to Madam yesterday."

Jing Anzhi had a lot of money and countless farm and store deeds. He gave the key to his private vault to Jiang Nanqiu, which meant he handed over his life and property to her. The maids were all very happy for Jiang Nanqiu. Only Jiang Nanqiu smiled faintly and was busy practicing calligraphy every day.

A few days ago, Liu Pozi, who lived in the back street, came to the Zhenguo Mansion and sold the crying Yanhong. It was said that Yanhong was unwilling to leave, and she cried, made a scene, and even hanged herself. Later, Aji got Jing Anzhi's intention and told the maids about Yanhong's secret seduction of the master, "The master didn't touch her at all. Such a vixen would only bring trouble if she was kept."

After such a commotion, Yanhong lost all her dignity and face in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. She no longer had the face to stay in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

After dealing with Yanhong, Jiang Nanqiu beat Shuangsuo again and said, "I know you are a smart person and you won't be as stupid as Yanhong." Jiang Nanqiu smiled and rewarded Shuangsuo with a piece of silk. With both kindness and force, he managed to make Shuangsuo obedient.