Jiang looked at Qiu Rou in disbelief, her tone trembling: "Rou'er, do you really think so?"
Qiu Rou mustered up the courage to look Jiang in the eyes: "Mom, I used to be young and ignorant, and I would listen to you whatever you said. Now I understand that some things are not to be blamed on others. As long as you sincerely repent, dad will forgive you.
My brother will not come here to cause trouble for you...Mom, I beg you, just change it!"
The last few words almost choked me with sobs.
Jiang felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her body trembling, and suddenly she reached out and grabbed Qiu Rou's arm, her nails dug into the flesh, her face was deformed with anger: "What a caring and filial daughter! I can't marry anyone."
For a year, my heart has been devoted to my husband. These words must have been taught to you by that bastard Wang Qing!"
"Bah! What did I do wrong! Why do you say that!"
"I've spent all my time raising you for nothing! You rebellious and unfilial bastard! Just like your father, you used to have everything good for you and you would listen to me for everything, but now you blame me for everything. You wolf-hearted thing! I'll strangle you to death.
You, I will strangle you to death right now!"
Jiang looked like he was going crazy and grabbed Qiu Rou's neck while shouting.
Qiu Rou couldn't hide for a moment. She was pinched so hard that her breathing became short and her face turned red. She didn't care about feeling sorry for Jiang anymore and used all her strength to push Jiang away.
Jiang's body was weak, and his strength was far less than before. He was suddenly pushed down and fell to the ground. He didn't know where he hit, and he let out a long and shrill cry.
Qiu Rou was frightened, and rushed forward with tears streaming down her face, and helped Jiang up: "Mother! Mother! How are you?"
Jiang Shi angrily scolded Qiu Rou and cried out that her back hurt.
Such movement alerted the gatekeeper. Wang Qing, who was waiting outside the courtyard gate, could not help but frown. Hearing the movement inside getting louder and louder, Wang Qing did not care about avoiding suspicion and quickly walked into the courtyard.
In Jiang's house.
Jiang has been helped to the bed.
Looking at Qiu Rou again, her face was full of tears and there were a few blood stains on her face.
The anger in Wang Qing's heart welled up, and he quickly stepped forward and pulled Qiu Rou over. When Qiu Rou saw her husband, she felt ashamed and sad, so she threw herself into Wang Qing's arms and started crying.
Wang Qing took a deep breath, reached out and patted Qiu Rou's back: "Don't cry, I'll take you away right now."
Qiu Rou cried: "My mother fell down and kept crying out in pain."
The cry was full of anger, which showed that it was nothing serious.
Wang Qing snorted in his heart, suppressed his anger, and whispered to Qiu Rou: "Let's go out and tell the sister-in-law. The sister-in-law will definitely invite the doctor. It's getting late, let's go back!"
Qiu Rou was also heartbroken by Jiang, she cried and nodded.
Mrs. Jiang was lying on the bed, watching her daughter and son-in-law leave. She was so angry that she beat the bed hard. One of them used too much force and twisted her waist. This time it was really painful and her face turned pale: "Come here!
Someone come quickly!”
Mu's family was also unlucky, so she sent Qiu Rou and his wife away, and then sent for the doctor.
Jiang was "recuperating" all year round and had to see a doctor every ten days. Of course, the doctor had long been bribed by the Qiu family with a lot of money and came to pretend to diagnose the pulse and prescribe prescriptions.
Unfortunately, this time, the doctor was out for a consultation. I went to ask the doctor's steward, so I asked the doctor from the nearby medical clinic to come.
The doctor's surname was Ye. He was about fifty years old, with white hair and beard. He was good at treating bruises and injuries. He carried a medicine box into the Qiu family's inner house. After examining Mr. Jiang, he frowned: "Mrs. Qiu sprained her waist."
, it takes acupuncture every day, and it will take at least seven or eight days to get better."
Jiang's face was as pale as a sheet and he couldn't move. He was indeed seriously injured. This was no worse than his previous "illness" and he had to be cured as soon as possible.
Mu had no choice but to agree and quickly sent someone to the Military and Horse Department in Beicheng to deliver the message.
Qiu Mingcheng didn't come back, so someone came back to send a message: "My master asked the doctor to give my wife acupuncture and treatment. When she recovers from her injuries, I will pay you a lot of money."
The couple's relationship was resolved, and Qiu Mingcheng no longer set foot in Jiang's yard. However, after all, he could not do anything to save the couple.
The father-in-law had spoken, but Mu had nothing to say. The next day, Dr. Ye was invited. After Dr. Ye came, he applied acupuncture on Jiang's waist for half an hour, and then left after applying the acupuncture.
It was like this for four consecutive days.
The woman who was guarding the gate kept an eye on him for four days and spread the news about him leaving the house for four days. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, she finally relaxed her vigilance.
On the fifth day, Dr. Ye entered Mr. Jiang's room again and said respectfully, "I'll do the acupuncture for Madam."
Mrs. Jiang turned sideways, and the maid who was waiting beside her took off her outer shirt and rolled up her middle coat, revealing her slender waist. The bruises from the sprain had faded a lot.
Doctor Ye sat beside the bed, took out a golden needle, and acupunctured Jiang's body.
As usual, there was a maid standing by.
Doctor Ye was almost done with the acupuncture, and he said apologetically to the maid: "I'm a little thirsty, please pour me a cup of tea."
The maid responded and turned around to pour tea.
Doctor Ye quickly reached out and thrust a piece of paper into Jiang's hand.
Jiang was startled and looked up reflexively. Doctor Ye shook his head, stopped Jiang from asking with his eyes, and quickly made a hidden gesture.
Jiang's heart was beating inexplicably with horror, and she held the folded piece of paper tightly in her hand.
Soon, the maid poured a cup of tea and brought it over. Doctor Ye drank the tea, collected all the golden needles, and said respectfully: "Mrs. Qiu, please rest in peace and recuperate. I will come back tomorrow."
The words were ordinary, but only Jiang heard the meaningful meaning at the end.
The maid guarding Jiang was specially chosen by Mu. She stared at Jiang without blinking. Jiang allowed the maid to dress and continued to lie down, her right fist clenched tightly and hidden under the quilt.
Jiang closed his eyes and didn't move for a long time. The maid thought Jiang was asleep, so she finally left.
Jiang slowly opened his eyes, faced inward, and stretched out his right fist tremblingly. In his palm was paper folded into a square inch, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand when unfolded.
On this piece of paper, I wrote a few short sentences.
"Jiang Xue, twenty-three years ago, you and King Yan had a romantic relationship, and then you became pregnant. You have been kept in the dark, thinking that Shen You is Shen Rong's flesh and blood. You have been deceived! Shen You is the emperor.
Bloodline..."
Jiang's whole body shook violently, blood rushed to his mind, his eyes were almost bloodshot, and his hands shook non-stop.
How can this be!
This is absolutely impossible!
When Shen You was born that day, Yang Jinghe came to take Shen You's blood on the order of King Yan... If Shen You was really King Yan's son, how could King Yan deny it?
How can there be a father in this world who does not recognize his son!
Absolutely impossible!
Who knew the past events and made up lies to deceive her?
"Only three people in the world know this secret. Now, I can help you uncover this secret. The price is that you have to leave the Qiu family forever."
