Jiang Tiancai was depressed after hearing this.

He just raised his hands and looked like a humble gentleman, ready to speak.

Xuanyang Hou said in a deep voice:

"The Jiang family from Jiangnan came to Beijing to take the exam."

The old lady suddenly realized it and said "Oh, no wonder she looked familiar. She seemed to have met her once before." She nodded to Jiang Tiancai and asked Hou Xuanyang:

"What's going on so early in the morning?"

Xuanyanghou took out the letter and Jiang Yizhi read it, her heart trembling.

This is very much her thing.

The old lady took the letter, opened it and read it. Jiang Yizhi was beside the old lady and couldn't help but poke her head out and take a glance.

With just one glance, Jiang Yizhi's eyes widened with a look of astonishment on his face.

I wanted to snatch the letter from the old lady right away, tear it up and throw it away.

Although the content on each piece of paper is short, the content is very informative. The most important thing is that the letter on it is from her.

Because she was worried that Jiang Tiancai would keep the letters she wrote in his hands and Jiang Tiancai would use them as leverage in the future, she took the letters she wrote to Jiang Tiancai and kept them for herself.

Jiang Yizhi's fingertips trembled, her whole body went limp, she fell down from the chair and knelt in front of the old lady.

The old lady pursed her lips and said nothing. After reading the letter, she looked at Jiang Yizhi with disappointment on her face and sighed:

"Yizhi, why are you doing this?"

She was naturally familiar with Jiang Yizhi's beautiful handwriting.

The old lady felt a dull pain in her heart. One was her granddaughter, and the other was her granddaughter.

The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh.

I really didn't expect this kid to be so thoughtful.

The old lady returned the letter to Marquis Xuanyang, and Marquis Xuanyang threw the letter at Jiang Tiancai's feet and said:

"I hope you can give us an explanation."

Jiang Tiancai picked up the letter and glanced at it hastily. His hands shook and his heart thumped. He knew that the matter had been exposed. His mouth moved, not knowing what to say.

say what?

It would look unmanly not to admit it.

Can it be admitted?

How do you admit it? Do you mean that I just want to take advantage of your daughter?

I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death.

If the other party was not engaged, he could say that he couldn't control his admiration and that's why he took this step.

But he is engaged, so what he does will definitely be seen as shameless.

He looked at Jiang Yizhi who was kneeling on the ground in panic.

Isn't this cousin usually very eloquent, and the words coming out of her small mouth are overwhelming?

I was speechless.

From the corner of her eye, Jiang Yizhi saw Jiang Tiancai's gaze on her, but she ignored it.

A waste.

He usually brags about one thing after another, but at critical moments he acts like a mute.

Seeing that the atmosphere was really condensed, Jiang Tiancai could only hear his own heartbeat, and he hesitated to the Marquis:

"Master Hou, this..., that..."

Marquis Xuanyang snorted coldly and looked away from Jiang Tiancai.

Such a cowardly and coquettish manner of a man makes people look down upon.

Jiang Yizhi cursed another piece of trash in her heart and cried out:

"Grandma, maybe there is a misunderstanding!"

Wang looked at Jiang Yizhi with disgust and couldn't help but ask:

"Jiang Yizhi, is there any misunderstanding?"

"Isn't the handwriting on it yours?"

Jiang Yizhi had tears on her face. Facing such a strong Wang family, she looked at the old lady with her mouth open, hoping that the old lady could help her deal with Wang family.

But the old lady stopped talking in disappointment and remained silent.

Jiang Yizhi could only say to Mrs. Wang: "Aunt, it's impossible to say that someone has copied my handwriting."

Wang sneered: "Imitate."

Who is free enough to do this?

What's the benefit of trapping you?

I'm full and I'm holding on.

The old lady thought for a while and looked at Wang and asked:

"Where did this letter come from?"

Meng Li wiped his tears and said:

"Back to grandma, it's me."

Meng Li once again told the old lady what he had said to Wang and Marquis Xuanyang.

I touched it conveniently in Jiang Yizhi's room.

He admitted his mistake to the old lady again.

The old lady sighed: "Since you have been punished, that's it."

Jiang Yizhi's face turned pale, and she didn't know how to defend herself. She was especially angry that Meng Li was holding her letter.

She thought it was very safe. She was a woman and very few people entered her boudoir. Everyone especially avoided women's boudoir, and who knew what was in it.

Angrily asked Meng Li:

"Why did you take my letter?"

Meng Li looked ashamed:

"Cousin, it's my fault. I apologize to you."

"sorry."

"But cousin, you also said that this is your letter."

Only then did Jiang Yizhi realize that she had said the wrong thing in a hurry, and she hurriedly denied:

"I didn't, I really didn't, when did I say that."

"Grandma, you know what kind of person I am, right? Please trust me."

Jiang Yizhi knelt up to the old lady and hugged her legs, crying.

The old lady was disappointed and sighed:

"I really don't know why you have such thoughts. You disappoint me so much."

Jiang Yizhi opened her mouth and shouted:

"Woooo..., grandma."

Meng Li said to Wang:

"Mom, my daughter only got a few letters at that time, not all of them, and I don't know..."

Wang understood it and said to the old lady:

"Mom, maybe there is..."

The old lady just whispered tiredly:

"Save her some face."

Wang was unwilling to accept it and said:

"Mom, Mingxi has been wronged and the matter is not investigated clearly. How can Mingxi be able to swallow this sigh of relief?"

With three women in a drama, Meng Li felt that he would become the mainstay.

She cried and said:

"It's okay, mother, that's it."

"It's just that cousin, you hurt my heart too much."
To be continued...