The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

Besides, the disputes and grievances between him and his uncle's family over the years have become a mess.

In Minyang, the restaurant business was booming. Jiang Nanqiu studied various ancient books and worked with the cooks to research new dishes, and finally made a special dish, the Fairy Chicken.

The emergence of the Fairy Chicken has brought the restaurant’s business to a new level.

One night, Jing Anzhi accompanied Jiang Nanqiu to settle accounts, and he joked with her, "I think you are wasting your talent by managing accounts in the inner house. You should go to the Ministry of Revenue to work."

Jiang Nanqiu glared at him and said, "You are making trouble again. I made a mistake in calculating this account again."

Jing Anzhi immediately fell silent, and even sat next to him and drank tea with a cautious look. Sitting under the dim light, staring at Jiang Nanqiu's calm and gentle face, Jing Anzhi felt at peace.

In fact, Jing Anzhi didn't care so much about power and status. During the days in Minyang, they were away from the disputes and intrigues of the capital. The family lived together happily and freely like gods.

Once in Beijing, there were countless disputes and intrigues. Jing Anzhi felt very tired.

Jiang Nanqiu had just finished his calculations and when he looked up he saw Jing Anzhi's absent-minded eyes.

She put down her pen and just smiled, "Are you tired of waiting?"

These past few days, Jiang Nanqiu had to settle accounts until late at night every night, and Jing Anzhi had to accompany her until late at night, which was quite tiring.

She also advised Jing Anzhi not to accompany her, and let him go to sleep on the bed first. As a result, Jing Anzhi gave her a rather resentful look and said, "I don't want to go without your bed."

Jiang Nanqiu just said, "How can you say such glib words?"

While she was teasing Jing Anzhi, she kept staring at the numbers in the account book, fearing that there would be a mistake. And Jing Anzhi was being a gentle and virtuous husband here carefully.

However, over there, the two children suddenly started making a fuss at night. The wet nurses held them and coaxed them for a long time but they just wouldn't calm down. So they had no choice but to come and look for Jiang Nanqiu.

Jiang Nanqiu, who was still calculating the accounts seriously just a moment ago, immediately dropped the pen and ink in his hand and went to the side room to hug and comfort the children when he heard that his two children were crying non-stop. This made Jing Anzhi very angry.

They have only been married for three years, and their two children are not even grown up yet, but his wife has already treated him differently. How will she feel about this in the future?

Jing Anzhi had been sulking for a long time. At night, when the two of them were sleeping, Jing Anzhi hugged Jiang Nanqiu and fell asleep for the first time.

Jiang Nanqiu realized something was wrong later and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

As a result, Jing Anzhi, who had his back to her, said in a muffled voice, "Do you care what happened to me? It seems that the restaurant and the children are the only things on your mind."

These words were full of sourness and made Jiang Nanqiu very angry.

After being surprised, Jiang Nanqiu persuaded him kindly and even gave him a kiss on the lips, thus making the matter go away.

In the days that followed, Jiang Nanqiu paid attention to Jing Anzhi's mood.

She also put aside some of the chores at hand and showed some concern for Jing Anzhi, and Jing Anzhi was indeed easily coaxed into submission by her.

Afterwards, the Eighth Prince often saw the couple getting along intimately, and sometimes he would feel a little emotional. Perhaps it was difficult for him, this person, to have such ordinary happiness.

The death of his mother was like a huge rock pressing on his heart. He had dreamed of his mother more than once in his midnight dreams over the years.

The Empress's viciousness and Concubine Shen's tyranny. As two mountains in the harem, both of them enjoyed the glory and power of being concubines. Only his mother died early and never enjoyed anything. His father had long forgotten her in some corner.

Every time the Eighth Prince thought of this, he felt unbearable pain in his heart.

How could he have the right to expect happiness from ordinary people when he had not yet avenged his mother?

Min Yang's life was peaceful until about a month later, one night, when someone gently knocked on the door of his mansion.

When Xiao Si opened the door, he saw that there was no one outside. There was only a lonely letter on the bluestone steps.

Although the servant was puzzled, he did not dare to open the letter rashly. He just picked up the letter, walked into the inner room and handed it to Jing Anzhi.

Jing Anzhi got up from the couch, put on his coat, and read the letter. But after seeing the contents inside, his eyes suddenly widened. He was stunned for a long time before waking Jiang Nanqiu from his sleep.

Jiang Nanqiu opened her hazy eyes and saw that it was Jing Anzhi calling her, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Jing Anzhi could hardly hide the excitement behind his face, and just said, "Something happened in the capital."

In the middle of the night, Jing Anzhi didn't even care about his wife and children, but woke her up. Jiang Nanqiu realized something and looked at Jing Anzhi with wide eyes. At this moment, Jiang Nanqiu's mind flashed with a thought that she had thought about thousands of times, but the more she thought about it, the less she dared to say it out loud.

Jing Anzhi didn't have time to tell Jiang Nanqiu the details, and immediately rushed to the Eighth Prince's courtyard and told him what had happened.

Not long after, Jing Anzhi, Jiang Nanqiu and the Eighth Prince gathered in the front hall of the old house.

The Eighth Prince sat at the head of the table and asked Jing Anzhi, "What do you think?"

Jing Anzhi replied, "This letter came from the Cheng'en Marquis's Mansion, so my letter is somewhat credible."

"Do you also think that the Cheng'en Marquisate is hoping for the Seventh Prince's death?" the Eighth Prince asked.

Jing Anzhi did not speak immediately, but instead looked at Jiang Nanqiu who was sitting next to him.

Jiang Nanqiu immediately replied, "Your Highness, have you ever seen my eldest daughter?"

At such a tense and critical moment, Jiang Nanqiu suddenly mentioned her daughter. Not only did the Eighth Prince not know her intention, even Jing Nazhi did not understand.

Jing Anzhi looked at Jiang Nanqiu, as if he wanted to interrupt her, but he vaguely sensed her solemnity and seriousness.

Jing Anzhi did not stop him.

Jiang Nanqiu continued to smile and said, "My daughter is lively and lovely. She is the flesh and blood I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy. If I have worked hard to raise her to her twenties, and she is as precious as gold and jade, but someone treats her like a rag and even forces her to commit suicide, I will make that person pay with blood even if I sacrifice my life."

She doesn't care about power or status, party struggles, or rationality or morality. She only knows that blood debts must be paid with blood.

Whoever killed her daughter, she would do everything she could to make that person pay the price.

Jing An was stunned, and then he saw the determination in Jiang Nanqiu's eyes.

He also turned his head and said to the Eighth Prince, "Yes, I believe in the secret report of Lord Cheng'en."

Ye Huatong died so tragically at such a beautiful age, so the Cheng En Marquisate naturally hated the Seventh Prince and wished he would die immediately.