The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

The first snow fell like catkins, covering the earth with a light layer of silver.

The wheels of the carriage pressed on the snow, leaving a dark rut and making a crisp sound.

On the official road at the junction of Gu'an and Daxing, there is a three-way intersection. One of the roads that slopes upward leads to the Huguo Temple located halfway up the mountain.

Gu Jinchu lifted the car curtain, and the solemn and majestic ancient temple appeared in her sight amidst the flying snowflakes.

There was a carriage parked next to the thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain. The green figure was the only bright spot in the white and brown.

Gu Jinchu withdrew his hand and lowered the car curtain that she had lifted.

Amid the sound of horse hooves, a green-curtained carriage with a Danglu on its head slowly stopped at the foot of the mountain.

The cars behind continued to move forward and soon entered the mountain gate of Huguo Temple.

In the carriage, Madam Jiang had a calm look in her eyes and a hint of emotion in her tone. She said softly, "Old friend... it's better not to see you..."

Although she was not in charge of the household affairs, she was not completely ignorant of what was happening in the mansion.

If those little actions behind the scenes do not affect the lives of them and their son, she usually chooses to turn a blind eye.

This time she decided to adopt the girl from the Shen family, not only because of her old relationship with the Shen family, but also to prevent someone from taking advantage of her again.

Be it for the Jiang family or for the youngest son's marriage, this is something they don't want to see and won't allow to happen.

The old lady sighed softly, took out a plain purse and handed it to Jiang Nansheng who was standing beside her.

"When you see Miss Shen, give this to her and make sure she accepts it."

"Although I can't witness her wedding in person, this can be regarded as a dowry gift from the elders in the family." Mrs. Jiang said softly.

It was not fancy gold or silver jewelry, but silver notes that were enough for her and her family to live comfortably. It was obvious that the old lady not only cared about the recipient but also considered everything carefully.

Jiang Nansheng took it and nodded, humming softly.

He picked up the cloak beside him and put it on. Gu Jinchu, who was sitting next to him, also turned slightly sideways. The two of them moved almost at the same time, with perfect tacit understanding.

Gu Jinchu lowered his eyes to look at the tie hanging in front of his chest, then raised his hand to tie a slipknot.

Jiang Nansheng took her hand, tested the temperature of her palm, and asked her in a low voice: "I'm going to see Madam Han, Jinchu, do you want to go with me?"

Gu Jinchu was looking at the dark patterns on his black cloak. Hearing this, he looked up in confusion, "Mrs. Han?"

"Ms. Shen's husband's surname is Han." Jiang Nansheng explained.

Gu Jinchu put his hands into his sleeves and said calmly, "I have never met her. I won't bother you if you have anything to say."

Jiang Nansheng nodded, "Okay, it's too cold outside."

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and jumped off the carriage, took the oil-paper umbrella from Jiang Fei's hand, told him to stay with the old lady and the lady, and walked alone towards the thatched cottage not far away.

Jiang Nansheng stopped two steps away from the woman in blue and nodded slightly to the man behind her.

Seeing that the somewhat unbearable face was calm, without any expression of surprise.

The man was wearing a silver mask on one side of his face. He was tall, thin, and strong. He was holding a three or four-year-old child in his arms, who was playing with the falling snow with his little hands.

When Shen Meishuang saw her old friend, she took off her veil and said with a smile, "Master Jiang Wu, long time no see."

She had her hair in a bun, with only a single hairpin on her head, but it couldn't hide her dignified and beautiful figure.

Jiang Nansheng held up the umbrella with one hand, turned slightly, and said, "My mother knows that you are getting married, and this is her gift to you."

As he spoke, Jiang Nansheng handed her the purse and looked towards the green-curtained carriage not far away.

Shen Meishuang raised her hand to take it. Her voice did not sound sad about parting, but rather a little relaxed. "I cannot refuse a gift from an elder. Thank you, old lady."

No matter what it is, she will accept it, and now only the Jiang family is willing to show kindness to her.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing up the curtains beside the car windows, allowing Gu Jinchu and Old Madam Jiang to see two people in the thatched cottage not far away.

The old lady was talking about what happened on the day she and Jiang Nansheng got married. "Your sister-in-law kept the child and hasn't brought him out to see anyone yet. I guess she's struggling over whether to let him recognize his ancestors."

In her previous life, this incident did not happen on the day she and Jiang Nansheng got married.

Gu Jinchu vaguely remembered that the skinny horse had made a lot of fuss in order to let the child return to his ancestral home.

The prince was an irresponsible man, and in the end, neither she nor her child survived.

Gu Jinchu knew that her mother-in-law didn't like to meddle in the affairs of other families, so she whispered:

"The second young master, the third young master, and the eldest young lady are about to get married, and the eldest sister-in-law doesn't want to cause any trouble and affect the children."

The old lady shook her head and said softly, "This is only one of the reasons, but not the main one."

"It is Wang's so-called magnanimity, gentleness and respect that encourage the prince to take the risk of keeping a mistress. Because he knows that even if the matter is exposed, Wang will help him to clean up the mess even if it means breaking her teeth..."

Of course, there is also the doting and indulgence of the Duke. The old lady only said this in her heart to save face for the old man.

Gu Jinchu looked at his mother-in-law beside him. Isn't Wang, the legal wife, the model of the mistress that a big family wants?

"A woman's honor and status in the family are given by her husband, a man. The fact that he keeps taking concubines is also because he is spoiled by women!"

This surprised Gu Jinchu who was standing by.

Is the mother-in-law giving her some advice?

Apart from her grandmother, she had never seen anyone who would indulge her daughter-in-law's jealousy and forbid her husband from taking concubines and having many children.

Instead, it made Gu Jinchu feel less uncomfortable than before in her dream last night.

Shen Meishuang took the gift from her husband and handed it to Jiang Nansheng, "We returned to Beijing this time just to give this to you personally. Thank you for your kindness. We will never see each other again!"

Jiang Nansheng nodded and said nothing more.

They are people who have no intersection in life, and perhaps they will never have the chance to meet again for the rest of their lives.

He held an umbrella and watched the family get on the carriage and disappear on the snow-white official road.

A green-curtained carriage with a Danglu on its head stopped in front of the gate of Huguo Temple, and a receptionist led the way to burn incense.

"Madam, after a cup of tea, Master Huazhi will start giving a lecture. Would you like to go over and listen?"

Of course Mrs. Jiang wanted to go and listen, so she brought her son and daughter-in-law and followed the receptionist to the lecture hall.

The lecture hall is tall and spacious, with a high dome. The candlelight inside is soft and warm, shining through the carved window sashes onto the ground, casting patches of mottled light and shadow.

The Dharma seat in front of the temple stands tall, and the Buddha statue covered with gold foil symbolizes the respect and authority of the Dharma. Around the Dharma seat, there are colorful Buddhist murals carefully painted.

On the floor of the hall, rows of neatly arranged futons are placed in order, and the air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which instantly calms one's mind.

The second wife Liu and the eldest daughter Jiang Miaohan were waiting outside the palace gate at this time. When they saw the old lady coming over, they bowed and saluted.

In his previous life, Gu Jinchu had accompanied his mother-in-law to listen to a sermon, and he followed the old lady with ease.

Jiang Nansheng doesn't believe in gods or Buddhas, he only believes in himself.

Being able to control yourself is enough.

After seeing his mother and the others sitting down, he walked out of the lecture hall.