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

Wang stood up from the bed, seemingly not noticing the broken pieces of teacup on the floor.

With the help of the maid, she walked calmly and gracefully to the side of Luohan's bed and sat down, then instructed Dai Qiao who was standing beside her: "The prince is thirsty, pour him another cup of tea."

"Yes, ma'am."

Dai Qiao nodded tremblingly, then carefully handed the teacup in her hand to Jiang Nanhuai.

Snapped--

Jiang Nanhuai threw the cup to the ground again.

Dai Qiao shivered and dodged skillfully, obviously not the first time he had experienced this.

Although Jiang Nanhuai's face was flushed, there was still rationality in his eyes.

His elbows were casually resting on the table beside him, and every breath he took was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

There was a heating system burning in the inner room. The comfortable temperature was mixed with the turbid smell of alcohol, but at this moment it made people feel suffocated and depressed.

Wang frowned, pressed her mouth and nose lightly with a handkerchief, and then continued to order: "Pour tea for the prince."

Dai Qiao's hands were shaking with nervousness. She quickly picked up the teapot again, carefully poured the hot tea into a new teacup, and then handed it to Jiang Nanhuai with trembling hands.

As expected, the teacup was smashed to pieces in an instant.

In this way, Dai Qiao kept repeating the actions of pouring and passing tea, while Jiang Nanhuai kept throwing the teacup to the ground.

After repeating this many times, Jiang Nanhuai was the first to lose patience and angrily scolded, "Wang Yurou, is this how your Wang family taught you to treat your husband?"

Wang looked at him calmly and asked, "Have you calmed down? Do you want the servants to bring another set of teacups?"

Seeing her husband gradually calm down, she stepped down from the footstool of the bed, slowly stood in front of Jiang Nanhuai, and bent her body slightly:

"Your Highness is right. My Wang family does not have any mistresses who keep concubines, so the elders have never taught me, as a mistress, how to deal with the children born by a bitch."

"You! Wang...you are praised by others. How dare you say such things!" Jiang Nanhuai felt guilty and shook his sleeves, looking away.

The Wang family he mentioned was not only his father-in-law's family, but also the family of his predecessor, the Minister of Works.

He was able to enter the Ministry of Works as a juren, not only with the arrangement of his father, but also with the help of his father-in-law.

He, the eldest son of the Duke of Dingguo's Mansion, known as the Little Prince by others, is now just a fifth-rank official holding a sinecure in the Ministry of Works.

Today, he was severely criticized by his father-in-law, which made him lose face. It was nothing more than that his father-in-law knew about his affair with his daughter, and he was supporting his daughter and intimidating him.

Wang picked up the teacup on the kang table and took two sips to suppress the depression in her chest.

Trying to keep your voice calm, "My Lord, do you know that my brother and sister are discussing marriage?"

Seeing his understanding and nonchalant expression, he continued:

"Bo Ge'er is already eighteen years old. I am currently in contact with Princess Changning of the Marquis Xuanping's residence. Bo Ge'er's marriage cannot be delayed any longer."

Jiang Nanhuai's anger subsided a lot. When it comes to children, whether they are legitimate or illegitimate, they are all his blood.

Still stiffening his neck, he said, "If you don't want to see Bao Ge'er, send him to his mother. He's not even two years old yet, you can't just throw him in the backyard and let him fend for himself."

If it weren't for his sudden inspiration, he wouldn't have noticed that Baoger's voice had become hoarse from crying.

When I saw it, the old woman was feeding medicine into his mouth, just to stop Baoger from crying and so that they could sleep well at night.

He was so angry that he ordered his men to beat them to death on the spot.

When Wang heard the child's name for the first time, she didn't know how to describe her feelings.

Brother Bao?

How dare they!

Whose heart is he as precious as a jewel?

Then what about her two legitimate sons?

He couldn't keep his composure anymore, and said in a sharp voice, "Mother? Do you think the old lady will help you raise this bastard? The other day when I mentioned Bo Ge'er's marriage, the old lady was completely indifferent!"

There were many people talking that day, so the old lady didn't know much about it and never mentioned it again afterwards.

If it turns out that the child is not her biological child, she won’t take it to heart.

Jiang Nanhuai stood up upon hearing this, "Bo Ge'er is our youngest son. Xuanping Marquis Mansion, Princess Changning, this marriage will be of great help to Bo Ge'er's career."

"Did you not explain it clearly to your mother? Did your father know about it?"

Speaking of this, he forgot the purpose of his visit.

One is a young and ignorant illegitimate son, and the other is the youngest legitimate son who passed the imperial examination this year. He can still tell which one is more important.

Seeing his appearance, Wang let out a light breath and gradually sat down steadily on the Arhat bed.

She smiled and comforted her husband, "Father doesn't always listen to mother. Maybe I didn't explain it to mother clearly that day. I'll talk to her in detail when I'm sure."

"I understand what the prince is worried about. After all, the child is the blood of the eldest wife. Tomorrow I will take him to Minghui Hall to pay respects to his mother. It is also time for him to meet his family."

The prince has made her lose face, and his father will definitely put pressure on him.

Whoever approaches first in this game will be at a disadvantage. She also had the opportunity to talk to the prince about her youngest son's marriage.

Everything is clear and straightforward, so as a daughter-in-law, she won't be found guilty of anything.

When Jiang Nanhuai heard the result he wanted, he smiled for the first time since entering the room and took Wang's hand and patted it.

He smiled and said, "Madam is still thinking long-term. This family is thanks to you who is managing it behind the scenes."

Wang had a gentle smile on her face, revealing a dimple on one side of her cheek, and asked him softly, "Did the prince give the Ninth Young Master a name?"

Afraid that he might misunderstand, she immediately explained: "I feel that...if the Duke hears people calling him Bao Ge'er...he will definitely feel uncomfortable."

That day, Jiang Nanhuai was kicked and slapped by his father, forcing him to hide in the house. Two days later, when the bruises on his face faded, he was able to go out and see people.

Still a little frightened, he looked at Wang with a guilty look on his face, "Since Madam has thought so carefully, Bao... you can choose the name of the child."

Wang lowered her eyes to consider, then said, "I hope he will be a kind and grateful person in the future. Why not call the Ninth Young Master Jiang Chengliang?"

After the prince left, Mother Zhang stood behind Wang and gently rubbed her temples with her fingers.

"Ma'am, if you feel bad, just cry."

Wang closed her eyes and spoke after a long while:

"What's so hard about that? I chose to marry Jiang Nanhuai for the glory of the Duke Dingguo Mansion behind him. When I become the Duke's wife in the future, all this will be worth it."

......

Gu Jinchu was awakened by the heat. Jiang Nansheng was like a furnace, emitting steam that continuously transferred to her body through the fabric.