Jiang Bo lost his mind, but heard Mrs. Zhong murmuring in his ear: "Last time Yaoyao came back, she always told me that she was living a good life in the palace. I didn't believe it at first.
But now that I have met the prince, I feel much more at ease.
I think even the prince has a good relationship with her, so no one in the palace will bully her."
What Zhong thought was that Mu Qingchao could even drive Jiang Bo, and naturally the others would be no problem.
After all... there should be no person with a more eccentric temperament than Jiang Bo.
But when these words fell into Jiang Bo's ears, it felt completely different.
Probably because she was in a good mood, Mrs. Zhong became more talkative, and she had a sense of honor when talking about her daughter: "Our Yaoyao has been very smart since she was a child.
When I was young, the female teacher my family hired praised Yao Yao as the smartest student she had ever taught. No matter what, she could master it as long as she taught him.
Yao Yao is also beautiful, no matter what clothes she wears, she looks good. If her father were still here, I don’t know how many high-ranking young men would line up to ask to marry her."
As Zhong spoke, he suddenly felt a hint of sadness, and the smile on his face fell away little by little.
"It's just that... I, as a mother, don't have the skills to earn a good future for her.
If there is any way, we won't send her to the palace, go, go..."
To stay with a dying old man...
Zhong didn't say the last half of the sentence, but Jiang Bo understood it.
Mrs. Zhong sighed faintly: "In this life, I, the mother, will always owe her something. I thought she would hate me, but I didn't expect that she would not hate me, and even asked the prince to send me money.
I am really lucky to have a daughter like Yao Yao in this life..."
Zhong talked a lot, and if it was the usual Jiang Bo, he would have been impatient to listen.
But today, he had the rare opportunity to chat with Mr. Zhong for a long time.
Although it was mostly Mr. Zhong who said he was listening, he listened carefully to every word.
He thought of Mu Qingchao, who had been holding back some bad news, but she was very different from the good girl Zhong said.
Probably, no matter what the girl looks like, she is the darling of her mother. She is raised in the palm of her hand and sent to the palace when she has just grown into a slim girl.
Then, the pampered and pampered girl was forced to grow up and began to compete with all kinds of people in the palace.
Zhong said that Mu Qingchao was timid and afraid of the dark, and would never dare to be alone when it got dark.
But is she afraid?
He must have seen something more terrifying.
Zhong's words were so powerful that Jiang Bo had already left the Zhong Mansion and was still thinking about her words when he returned home.
Riding horseback to the outside of the palace, I saw a man standing there unsteadily in the distance.
It's Su Jingwen...
Jiang Bo's eyebrows wrinkled subconsciously.
When Su Jingwen saw him, he was particularly enthusiastic. He ran up to him and shouted at him with a mournful face: "Brother Jiang, you are finally back."
As soon as Jiang Bo got off the horse, he smelled the smell of alcohol on Su Jingwen's body.
Seeing him rushing towards him, Jiang Bo quickly pushed him away with quick eyes and hands.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"I was scolded by my father." Su Jingwen looked aggrieved.
Jiang Bo knew very well that Chun Chun deserved this.
Mr. Su was still too soft-hearted. If he had such a son, he would have had his legs broken.
Just as he was thinking about it, Su Jingwen opened his mouth and burped loudly at him.
Jiang Bo:……
Su Jingwen: "My father said, I have been following you for so long, why don't I know how to learn from you, and why I haven't made any progress at all."
There is really no progress.
Jiang Bo handed the horse to the concierge and thought to himself.
He didn't answer and just walked towards the palace.
But this did not make Su Jingwen understand that he was actually not welcome. Instead, he followed Jiang Bo awkwardly and said: "So I have decided that I will not go home.
I will live here with you and learn from you."
Jiang Bo:……
"I don't have any room here."
"You are talking nonsense!"
Su Jingwen really couldn't understand the voice-over at all.
"How many people are there in your family? In such a big house, it would be enough to give each mouse in the yard a room."
…………
Jiang Bo actually had no way to deal with this idiot.
When he entered the courtyard, Su Jingwen followed him into the courtyard. When he went to the study, Su Jingwen followed him into the study.
He looked around and commented: "Your house is too plain. In a few days, I will ask someone to get some pictures of beauties to hang up for you."
"Hey, you're welcome."
"I'll live in the same courtyard as you, and I'll live in the penthouse next to yours. I'll make do with it, and you don't have to clean it up. I'll take care of the others, and they'll be cleaned up in a while."
Jiang Bo:……
He has a headache...
He sat by the window and rubbed his temples.
Su Jingwen patted his shoulder from behind.
"Ah, peach blossom cake!"
He saw a small plate of snacks placed next to Jiang Bo's military book. Without thinking, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
"Hello!"
Jiang Bo wanted to stop it but it was too late. He saw Su Jingwen smacking his lips: "Brother Jiang, where did you buy this peach blossom cake? It seems to be very different from other places."
"Buy whatever you want." Jiang Bo only answered perfunctorily.
But Su Jingwen was still thinking about it carefully: "This peach blossom cake is made so cleverly that they even add winter jasmine flowers into it."
"What?"
Jiang Bo suddenly raised his head and stared at Su Jingwen with a shocked expression.
This sudden reaction shocked Su Jingwen: "What...what's wrong?"
"Tell me, what did you add to your peach blossom cake?"
"Spring jasmine." Su Jingwen said.
"How can you tell the difference?"
Su Jingwen felt proud when talking about this: "Brother Jiang, I don't know, but I was born to be a eater. I have eaten as many as eight thousand delicacies since I was a child. I have eaten all kinds of delicacies, so my tongue is naturally pickier than others.
You see, this peach blossom cake is originally sweet and sweet, but adding some winter jasmine flowers in it makes it just right. In addition, the jasmine flowers have a light fragrance, but not strong. After eating it, the taste is lingering in your mouth.
Do you think this cake maker has a very clever mind?"
Su Jingwen was beaming as he spoke, but Jiang Bo's expression became darker and darker.
Su Jingwen was a little confused.
"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Could it be that...you are allergic to winter jasmine?"
Jiang Bo did not answer Su Jingwen's words, but felt mixed emotions in his heart.
He searched all over the palace but could not find the winter jasmine he saw that night, but it turned out that it was in Mu Qingchao's palace.
In fact, after that night, he had a vague suspicion in his mind that this pretense was probably the work of Mu Qingchao.
But there was no evidence in hand, so he comforted himself that he was just overthinking.
It's an escape...
But now, with the evidence in front of him, he can't even escape.