If he remembered correctly, this was the earring that Aunt Zhao often wore.
The pearls were as white as jade, making the ears small and cute. He reached out to flick them, and Aunt Zhao fell into his arms with a charming look on her face.
"Do you like it, my husband? If I like it, I will wear it often."
"Um."
Those conversations still linger in my ears, and the sarcasm at the corner of Jiang Zhe's mouth is even worse.
Jiang Yue knelt on the ground, his head lowered and he didn't see his expression.
"Master, Jiang Yi and the others dug this out in Aunt Zhao's courtyard. The white cat was strangled to death and then buried in the backyard..."
His face was grim and his heart was pounding. Jiang Yue never thought that Sannu's fall was really related to Aunt Zhao. She was too courageous.
"My subordinates quietly interrogated the maids in my aunt's courtyard. A few days ago, Aunt Zhao did have someone capture a cat from the village to raise, but within a few days the cat almost scratched my aunt, so she had someone send her away.
Already."
Needless to say, the cat that scratched Aunt Zhao is already dead.
Jiang Yue finished speaking nervously, waiting for Jiang Zhe to make an announcement.
Master Sang has passed away, and Aunt Zhao is pregnant again. Jiang Zhe will definitely be able to tell the difference between the pregnancy and the pregnancy.
Moreover, the white cat was just an inducement. Even without its shock, Sannu would still have been exposed to the poison during childbirth, and the outcome might not have changed.
Jiang Yue thought to himself that even if the master doted on Sannu, he would not belittle Aunt Zhao because of her. After all, the child she gave birth to was sick and premature, and it was not certain whether he would survive. How could it compare to the one in Aunt Zhao's belly.
Perhaps it was because of this that Aunt Zhao was so confident that even her calculations were so clumsy. It was because of the child in her belly that she knew her master would not blame her.
Jiang Zhe picked up the pearl earring on the table, and the dirt on it rubbed against his palm. Jiang Zhe didn't mind the dirt, so he held the whole pearl in his hand, as if he could crush it with such strength.
Just as Jiang Yue thought, Jiang Zhe would naturally not do anything to Aunt Zhao.
"Deal with this cat. You will all keep this matter in your stomach, and no one is allowed to speak out."
"My subordinate understands."
Jiang Yue carried the cat body out and lit a few lanterns under the eaves. The cold wind blew through it and swayed under the eaves. The yard was dark, like a huge ferocious beast. Jiang Yue stood at the door of the yard and looked back. Originally,
The door of the room where Sannu lived was closed, and under the dim light, a few babies' cries could occasionally be heard. He was sad in his heart that the charming and charming woman died like this.
Even if the master knew the cause of her death, he would not avenge her.
Jiang Yue gathered the clothes around him and felt the coldness in his bones.
The man in the room looked at the earrings in his hands, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
The raised Canary dared to blatantly plot against him, but Jiang Zhe just kept silent. His relationship with Aunt Zhao would never be the same again.
The news that Sang Nu died of poisoning reached Huquan Temple, and Jiang Ru laughed heartily when she read the contents of the letter.
"You deserve it! This little bitch is finally dead."
"Lady?"
Xiaotao's heart tightened. Was it what she thought, that Sannu was dead?
"Sang Nu is dead, and the bitch she gave birth to is also a sick child and won't live long."
Jiang Ru threw the letter in her hand into the charcoal basin. Flames burst out and the paper quickly turned into ashes.
In the firelight, Jiang Ru's delicate and pale face looked like a ghost.
If it weren't for Sang Nu, she wouldn't be staying in this deserted Huquan Temple now. She might not even be able to go home for the New Year. How could Jiang Ru not hate her? But now that Sang Nu has died, all the hatred lingering in Jiang Ru's heart has disappeared.
dissipate.
"Then Madam, can we go back home?" Xiao Tao asked in surprise.
Jiang Ru's action of lighting the fire paused slightly, and the expression on her face froze for a moment.
"We have to wait a little longer."
She had other plans and now was not the time to go back.
Xiao Tao didn't know what to wait for. Now there was Aunt Zhao in the house, and she was pregnant with the general's child. As long as her aunt interceded with the general, she was worried that her master wouldn't be able to come back.
The weather in Huquan Temple was gloomy and cold, and my wife had been sick several times since the winter. After Aunt Zhao sent her clothes once, she never sent anything else. Instead, she sent a white cat, saying it was for her to play with, but she didn't know it was cold. Where did she find it when the ground was frozen?
Xiao Tao was full of questions. These days, the lady always runs to the back mountain. Now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, there are fewer pilgrims on the mountain. Moreover, the weather is cold, windy and snowy. Except for a few monks, there are not many people on the mountain.
Jiang Ru would not let Xiao Tao follow her every time she went out. When she came back, her hair was messy, her face was red, and she had a sweet smile in her eyes. Xiao Tao had not been through the personnel and did not understand her abnormality. Jiang Ru used the excuse of wind blowing, Although she was confused, she still believed it.
Just running outside to blow the wind, Xiaotao shook her head and closed the half-opened window. A gust of wind came in from outside, and the paper scraps in the charcoal basin swirled up and were finally annihilated in the flames.
In the capital, the eldest princess was half leaning on the sofa, covered with a blanket. This was another fresh item sent by Jiang Miaogang. It felt warm and comfortable. The eldest princess was so used to it that she didn’t even want to use her favorite mink blanket. .
"How's the situation at the border?"
Everything that happened in the Jiang Mansion was in her eyes. Although she didn't contribute to Aunt Zhao's scheme to plot against Sannu, she helped clear away many obstacles.
The eldest princess took a sip of tea, her lowered eyes covering the glint in her eyes.
Zhao Lin stood in the hall with an expression that was hard to describe.
"The matter of the white cat has been exposed. Jiang Zhe's people discovered its body, as well as Aunt Zhao's plot to scheme against San Nu. However, Jiang Zhe ordered his men to keep it a secret and not to let the matter out."
"Ha! As expected of him..."
The eldest princess had a sarcastic smile on her face. Jiang Zhe was still a selfish person after all these years and had never changed.
Whether it's Aunt Zhao or Sang Nu, no one can get all his love. He just treats people as temporary playthings. He teases them when he likes them. If he doesn't like them, he won't feel anything even if he dies in front of them.
Zhao Lin did not dare to reply. No one in the eldest princess's house had a good impression of Jiang Zhe. Now the women in the backyard were plotting against each other. The child he had been looking forward to for so long was still a sick child. This had to be said to be retribution.
"Aunt Zhao continues to keep an eye on her, as well as Jiang Ru. Once Sannu dies, Jiang Zhe may want to take her back to his home. There is already a gap between father and daughter, so why not add more fuel to the fire?"
The eldest princess narrowed her eyes, and her delicate nails hit the wall of the cup, making a crisp sound. Jiang Ru dared to scheme against her and almost killed her Rong Ning. This eldest princess Qiu would never forget it easily.
"Yes, I will take your orders."
Zhao Lin tensed up and took the order to go out. He looked in the direction of the border gate and silently shed a tear for Jiang Zhe. His master was the most vindictive. Jiang Consort had delayed his master for so many years, so he would slowly collect interest.
