Upon hearing this, Jiang Zimo immediately shook his head shyly and said: "That's not okay, aunt, we haven't officially held the wedding yet. You also know that sometimes being a woman has those inconveniences. The Murong family is a big family, and we still have some etiquette.
I have to pay attention to it. So, even if I stay overnight, you will arrange the guest room for me to the back and into the courtyard."
Murong Qingzhen and Madam Murong looked at each other in silence. Madam Murong looked a little uncomfortable on her face and did not speak. Finally, Murong Qingzhen said: "No one has lived in the yard at the back for too long. I
I'm afraid you'll feel too angry. In this way, you'll sleep next door to my study in the second courtyard. I've lived in that room before. There are many things we played with when we were kids. I think you'll like it.
, In this way, it is also far away from my bedroom, so naturally no one will gossip. "
Jiang Zimo nodded and agreed obediently. After a while, the servant came over and said that it had been tidied up. Murong Qingzhen supported Jiang Zimo and said good night to Madam Murong, and the two of them walked back hand in hand.
That night, as expected, Jiang Zimo saw Yao Yuhan who looked haggard and looked like a ghost at around two o'clock in the morning when everyone was in a deep sleep.
Wearing a servant's clothes, she quietly slipped into Jiang Zimo's room. Just as she closed the door, she saw Jiang Zimo, holding a night light in his hand, reclining in a lazy and comfortable posture.
On the bed, looking at herself intently.
Yao Yuhan was startled. She looked at Jiang Zimo suspiciously and lowered her voice and asked, "Did you really ask someone to bring that note to me in the afternoon?"
Jiang Zimo nodded, pointed to a stool not far from his bed, and said, "Who else could it be if it wasn't me?"
Yao Yuhan was startled for a moment, and then he sat down obediently. Then he asked, "How is your father?"
Jiang Zimo looked at her figure and replied sarcastically: "Yao Yuhan, in front of me, you don't have to pretend to be compassionate like a cat or a mouse? What kind of disease does my father have, and who was he killed by?"
, don’t you know better than me?”
Yao Yuhan bit her lower lip and said pitifully: "Since you know, how can you still...?"
"This is my business, and you don't need to interfere. Besides, as a woman who carries her husband, what qualifications do you have to tell me what to do? After all, my parents have agreed to this marriage. Now, you only need to rely on it.
Answer me with your own conscience, what does Murong Yuanhong fancy in our Jiang family?"
Yao Yuhan was a little surprised. She looked at Jiang Zimo, as if she wanted to see something in her eyes.
"You really don't know?"
"Nonsense! If I knew, why would I have spent so much energy asking you?" Jiang Zimo swallowed the last half of the sentence angrily and thought to himself, do you think I really want to see you?
Yao Yuhan seemed to think deeply for a while, but after seriously considering her current situation, she finally chose to believe Jiang Zimo.
"Murong Yuanhong wants to get an ancient book from your home, an ancient book that is said to be very important to him."
Jiang Zimo smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "I know this. When you were quarreling and fighting, you once said it, right?"
Yao Yuhan was finally surprised. She glared at Jiang Zimo and said, "You arranged for your own people to come in here? No, how is it possible? Murong Yuanhong is such a shrewd person, there is no way you will have a chance...".