Mrs. Qiu suffered from a stroke a few years ago and has been recuperating in the yard since then. In the past few years, Mrs. Qiu has ignored everything and focused on taking care of her body, and has improved significantly. She can stay in bed every day and walk with the help of her maid.
Once you are tired from walking, take a rest on the deck chair in the yard and bask in the sun.
The maid brought a cup of hot tea and served Mrs. Qiu to drink a few sips.
At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open. Qiu Mingcheng strode in.
Mrs. Qiu was a little surprised, but also a little happy: "Mingcheng, why did you come back suddenly?"
Her speech was slightly slurred and her speaking speed was slower than ordinary people.
Qiu Mingcheng's eyes were bloodshot, his face was grim and cold as never before, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He strode up to Mrs. Qiu, opened his mouth, but could not say a word.
Mrs. Qiu became more and more surprised. She stared at her son who was very different from usual, and asked slowly: "What happened?"
Qiu Mingcheng moved his right hand, trying to take the letter out of his left sleeve. He used all his self-control and suppressed it again.
At the fourth watch, someone quietly sneaked outside his barracks and stuffed the letter through the crack in the door. After he was awakened, he quickly opened the letter.
His heart was burned with anger, and he was so angry that he quickly left the Beicheng Bingma Division Camp before dawn and galloped all the way back to Qiu Mansion.
He didn't go to see Jiang immediately. He was afraid that he would be angry and kill that bitch with a knife!
The person he trusted the most in his heart was his own mother. So, when he entered the house, he went straight to his mother's yard. However, at this moment, looking at his white-haired mother, who could hardly speak a word, he couldn't say a word.
I can't even say it out loud.
A serious illness such as stroke requires calmness and tranquility. Each time an attack occurs, the symptoms will become more severe.
With Mrs. Qiu's temper, it would be strange not to be so angry that she becomes ill after reading this letter.
Qiu Mingcheng suppressed the anger and grief in his heart and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "It's nothing. It's just that I suddenly missed my mother and came back to see her."
Mrs. Qiu was not that easy to fool. She frowned and said, "Don't lie to me. You must be in such a hurry to come back. Something must have happened."
Qiu Mingcheng calmed down a little at this time, but felt regretful and regretful, so he had to continue to make up lies: "I knew I couldn't hide it from my mother. In fact, I was worried about Jie'er's marriage. He is not young this year, so I should make arrangements to marry him.
Wife-in-law."
"But with a mother-in-law like Mrs. Jiang, who would want to marry a girl to our Qiu family?"
Qiu Jie is fifteen years old this year, and he has indeed reached the age to talk about marriage. Mrs. Qiu secretly fell in love with two families, but unfortunately, when she sent people to find out what happened, they were all turned away.
Qiu Rou was a girl, and she married off. Qiu Jie came back to marry a daughter-in-law. He was a more sophisticated family and did not want his daughter to marry into the Qiu family at all.
Mrs. Qiu was not confused. Qiu Jie's marriage was not in a hurry. Qiu Mingcheng rode back home before dawn, so he must have other things to do.
"Did something happen to the Jiang family?" Mrs. Qiu asked with difficulty.
As soon as the word "Jiang" came into his ears, Qiu Mingcheng gritted his molars, and pretended to be nonchalant on his face: "Her waist injury has healed, and there is nothing wrong. Don't worry about it, mother."
Qiu Mingcheng stayed patiently for a while and chatted with Mrs. Qiu for a while before getting up and going to Jiang's courtyard.
Mrs. Qiu called the maid over and whispered: "Have someone keep an eye over there and report any movement immediately."
Qiu Mingcheng walked to Jiang's courtyard with a gloomy face.
The woman guarding the gate stepped forward with a smile: "I have seen the master."
Only then did Qiu Mingcheng notice that the doorkeeper had changed, and he glanced casually: "Open the door."
This gatekeeper woman was one of the secret whistlers. She answered the call while frowning inwardly.
The Qiu family's inner house has been undercurrent recently, and people come to see Jiang's family one after another. It seems that the trees want to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. I will have to send a message quietly later...
Qiu Mingcheng strode into the courtyard and pushed open the door of Jiang's room.
Bang!
The door was pushed open suddenly and closed heavily.
Jiang, who was lying on the bed, sat up suddenly like a frightened bird and said in a sharp voice, "Who is it?"
When Qiu Mingcheng's figure came into view, Jiang's pupils suddenly shrank. Instead of being happy at all, he was horrified: "Why are you here!"
Qiu Mingcheng's brows jumped heavily.
He had been mentally prepared before coming, but the moment he saw Jiang with his own eyes, he was still shocked.
It had been a long time since he had seen Jiang. In his memory, Jiang was still as beautiful and charming as she was thin. But the woman in front of him was so thin that she almost lost her appearance. Her complexion was sallow, her eye sockets were sunken, and her eyes were filled with fear.
How did Jiang become like this!
Qiu Mingcheng thought of the letter in his sleeve again, and the faint trace of pity disappeared in an instant, replaced by hatred, disappointment and anger.
Qiu Mingcheng walked to the bed, took out a letter from his sleeve, and threw it in Jiang's face: "Jiang Xue, what a good thing you did! You want to kill Shen You and Rou'er Jie'er."
The envelope hit Jiang's cheek, stinging a bit. Jiang's face turned pale: "What letter?"
Qiu Mingcheng stared at Jiang closely and said word by word: "You know best what you have done. Open the letter and see what you have written."
As if being scalded by boiling water, Jiang suddenly stretched out his hand and threw the letter out, shouting hysterically: "Take it away! Take it away quickly! I won't read it! I didn't write anything, and I didn't know you were here."
What did you say? Go away! I don’t want to see you!”
Qiu Mingcheng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, so he picked up the letter, took out the paper, and put it in front of Jiang's eyes. Jiang desperately shrank back, but Qiu Mingcheng's hand was like an iron hoop, locking her arm tightly. She was
Involuntarily, I opened my eyes wide, looked at the few words I had written, and closed my eyes in despair.
Qiu Mingcheng's gritted teeth echoed in his ears: "Jiang Xue, you and I have been husband and wife for more than ten years, and I never knew that you had an affair with His Highness Prince Yan. And whose child you were carrying was whose?"
Jiang's whole body was trembling, his eyes were tightly closed, tears kept pouring out, and he kept shaking his head.
Qiu Mingcheng hated her so much that he could eat her alive.
As a man, it was certainly not honorable to marry a woman who was married for the second time. He was so stunned by Jiang's beauty that he didn't care that Jiang had given birth to a son. Over the years, he had been polite to Shen You for Jiang's sake.
comprehensive.
Now I know that Jiang has lied to him for so many years...
This green hat was worn on Shen Rong, who had been dead for many years, and made him feel even more humiliated.
Qiu Mingcheng's men continued to exert force, and their eyes almost spit out fire, trying to burn Jiang to death: "You bitch! How can you be worthy of Shen Rong! How can you be worthy of me!"
