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

Master Jiang Wu raised his hand and pointed towards the inner room, signaling Bai Shao to take the brocade fur coat on the bed.

Although it was almost spring, the kang in the west room was still burning during the day. The sun was pouring in from the window, and it was very warm and comfortable to sleep on it.

Master Jiang Wu did not disturb Jin Chu again. He took the brocade fur coat brought by the maid and gently covered her with it.

He sat on the edge of the kang worriedly and looked at her quietly for a few breaths.

Before leaving, he instructed the servants to keep an eye on his wife at all times if she sweated and kicked off the quilt. Then he turned around and went to Zhuli Pavilion to see He You.

"Fifth Master, Princess Changning has gone crazy."

Master Jiang Wu asked slowly, "But are you sure?"

He You nodded. The fact that Princess Changning had gone crazy and the scene that happened at that time had probably spread throughout the entire Shengjing City.

Master Jiang Wu put down the teacup in his hand, and held the beads on his wrist between his fingertips, turning them slightly. His eyes were deep and thoughtful.

Princess Changning was the daughter of Duke Pei who was born in his old age, and she only had this one child in her lifetime.

Cao Zhen grew up in the midst of endless love and pampering. After she married Xuanping Hou Xie Shanglin, the old marquis and his wife also had to avoid her limelight, which led to her arrogance becoming more and more intense.

The inner house of the Xie family was firmly controlled by her. Qin Lang's lawsuit against her for persecuting his biological mother was like a bloated balloon with a small hole torn.

What Princess Changning had done, and what Xie Yongan, the son of Marquis Xuanping, had done a few days ago, could be said to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The Xie family's fig leaf was completely torn off.

He You whispered, "It was Lord Qin who said something to Xie Yongan and Princess Changning, and then showed them something... After he left with his men, Princess Changning went crazy."

An imperceptible smile flashed across Jiang Wuye's eyes, "He really trusted me to leave this mess to me. Let someone save Xie Yongan's life and don't let him die in the Dali Temple."

After thinking for a while, he whispered, "Make a bigger scene, let everyone know that Princess Changning and her son have returned to the Xie family."

The title of Princess Changning was bestowed by Emperor Taizu, a woman without the protection of her maternal family and who had committed the seven grounds for divorce. Although this title saved her life, it was also her last dignity.

As for Xie Yongan, he can't keep his position as the crown prince and I'm afraid he won't live long.

In this Shengjing city, beneath its prosperous and splendid exterior, prostitution and male love have become a means of showing off for a group of people, as well as a ladder to win people's hearts and minds and climb up the social ladder.

Because of the problem of having children, Xie Yongan set his sights on young women who had childbearing experience. Many harmonious families were broken up because of him, and some were even separated forever.

It was Princess Changning, the mother who protected and cleaned up the mess behind her son.

The death of a few people is nothing, but what if it was a blood oath signed by all the victims?

Emperor Jianming had just ascended the throne and had grown up in the Huguo Temple. Even if he had a compassionate heart, he would not condone the behavior of Princess Changning and her son.

Not only will Xie Yongan be stripped of his title as crown prince, he will also be expelled from the Xie family tree.

Without watching it, one can imagine the final outcome of Cao Zhen and his mother. They must not die in the Dali Temple Prison.

He You listened to his master's instructions, responded in a low voice, and then retreated respectfully.

Master Jiang Wu came out of Zhuli Pavilion and went to his father's study in Minghuitang.

The sky was clear and blue, and there was a gentle breeze, bringing a slight chill to the air.

He couldn't help but wonder if Jin Chu from Yuanyuan Hall had woken up. When he returned, the greedy little cat would definitely discuss with him what to eat for dinner.

As Master Jiang Wu stepped into the hanging flower gate, he looked up and saw a servant carrying a wooden barrel slowly towards the study with some difficulty.

The hot steam rising from the wooden barrel showed how high the water temperature was, which made him frown slightly.

In front of the study door, Mr. Wei saw Master Jiang Wu coming over and bowed, "Master Wu."

Master Jiang Wu nodded slightly and asked him, "Mr. Wei, is father's leg and foot cold again?"

When Emperor Taizu founded the country, wars did not stop. In the cold winter of that year, when the wind and snow were raging, the Duke led his men to fight hard for a day and a night before the war stopped.

When he came back, he learned that his eldest son had been kidnapped. He did not get a moment's rest. By the time he found his eldest son, his calves and feet were so frozen that he had no feeling in them.

He persevered with willpower, and thus suffered from a cold. As he grew older, not only did his joints become deformed, but he also often suffered from pain.

"It's the prince who's here, planning to use a medicinal bath to soak the Duke's feet." Mr. Wei replied beside Mr. Jiang Wu.

The Duke sat upright in an armchair. Jiang Nanhuai moved a small stool and sat in front of his father, waiting for him to soak his feet.

"I know that my father is afraid that my mother will worry." Jiang Nanhuai looked concerned, his eyes full of worry.

"I got this foot bath bag from Doctor Wu. From now on, I will come over to soak your feet every day when you take a nap."

The Duke rested his elbow on the chair arm beside him and said, "It's not as serious as you say." Although his expression was still serious, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

With the light behind him, his facial features looked much softer.

Jiang Nanhuai rested his arms on his knees, holding his shoulders up. The hot steam coming out of the wooden basin in front of him made his face look a little hazy.

He raised his head slightly and spoke to his father in a low voice: "I heard that one of the fifth brother's wife's dowries seems to be a descendant of the Red Turban Army..."

Jiang Nanhuai licked his lips, a hint of nervousness showing on his face.

He was seven years old when the rebels attacked the yard, and it was during that critical moment that Sharon asked his four-year-old eldest son to wear his clothes.

He still remembers that it was a silver spear that pierced the child's shoulder blade, was lifted high up, and fell into the arms of the rebel.

That scene gave him nightmares for a long time, and he still feels scared when he thinks about it now.

Few people know about this, could it really be such a coincidence?

"That man was only three or four years old when he was rescued. He fell ill and forgot most of what he had in his brain. The clothes on his body were exchanged for food. Besides, so much time has passed that many things cannot be verified. Boss, you are a little too nervous." The Duke said with his eyes closed.

However, the two children born to the descendants of the Red Turban Army were good.

Regardless of whether they are descendants of an old friend or not, those who are capable will not have their talents buried and will live better than ordinary people.

Jiang Nanhuai opened his mouth, thinking of Nianyun's worries on the farm, and said awkwardly: "You also know that now the Xia family only has the lineage of Manager Xia, and my son naturally cares about them a little."

The Duke opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a torch fell on his eldest son, staring at him.

Jiang Nanhuai stretched his neck and made a swallowing motion, with a trace of panic on his face.

"Son...no matter what my son does, he can't hide it from his father. What are you doing? It's scary." His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke with confidence.

It’s just like when I was young, I was afraid when I saw my father, so afraid that I couldn’t speak clearly.

Master Jiang Wu walked into the study and happened to see his eldest brother shrinking his neck.

He did not stop, but turned his gaze to his father who was sitting in the chair, and said with a bow, "Father, I am here to talk to you about Princess Changning."

Jiang Nanhuai sat on a small stool and had to lean back and raise his head to see his fifth brother's face.

I couldn't help but want to turn around, but when I remembered that he had done nothing wrong, I straightened my back.

After Master Jiang Wu explained his purpose to his father, he lowered his eyes and looked at his eldest brother, bowed and greeted him, "Big brother is here too."

Although they are brothers who are sixteen years apart in age, Jiang Nanhuai, the elder brother, is not as stable and mature as the younger brother.