C87 (2/2)

Zhao Su Niang picked up the oil lamp on the table and walked into Brother Sheng's room.

The little figure was lying on the makeshift bamboo bed, breathing heavily.

She pursed her lips and smiled, then left her son's bedroom. When she turned around, she saw Jiang Chuanzhong standing there, looking up at the sky with a look of disappointment on his face.

Because it was the end of the month, the sky was filled with countless stars, but there was no moon. Zhao Su Niang held the oil lamp, lifted the bamboo curtain, and walked out to welcome him.

”Master, it's so late, are you still awake?” Zhao Su Niang welcomed him with a smile, not saying a single word about the ruckus she had just heard.

Jiang Chuanzhong turned around with a confused look on his face. After a moment, he regained his senses and said, ”So it's Mother Su.”

”Old master, take a closer look and get some rest.” Zhao Su Niang smelled the alcohol on Jiang Chuanzhong and turned to return to her room.

Today wasn't the day the Qin family had arranged for her.

”Mother Su, all these years you've been following me …” ”Is it hard work …” Jiang Chuanzhong asked softly as he looked at Zhao Su Niang's thin back.

Zhao Su Niang's footsteps paused. The emotions that she had endured in her heart for so many years seemed to have suddenly found a breakthrough, as if they were about to burst out.

She slightly shrugged her shoulders as tears started streaming down her face.

Zhao Su Niang quickly wiped her tears, turned her head and smiled, ”No, being able to follow the old master is the greatest fortune of my life …”

Jiang Chuzhong looked at Zhao Susu's bloodshot eyes. How could he not understand that she was trying to force a smile onto his face?

Guilt filled his heart as he took three steps forward and held Zhao Su Niang's hand. The two of them walked into the western room side by side.

Qing Qing had just returned from the kitchen with hot water. She stood under the eaves, feeling that she could neither enter nor retreat.

”Pah!” The sound of shattering porcelain came from the main room.

Madam Qin sat on the big brick bed in the West Room. With her eyes red, she gnashed her teeth and looked at everything in the yard.

Mother Du stood by her side and earnestly advised, ”Madam, why do you have to go against Master? If you don't take advantage of the old master, why should you give others the opportunity to flatter you? ”

”What's the use of saying all these now?” Née Qin silently shed tears. The divorce paper in her hand was about to burst from her grasp. ”He even wrote the divorce paper …”

”Madam …” Mother Du sighed, ”It's common saying that you are usually the smartest, but why are you so confused? It was true that the old master had written a letter of rest, but this letter of rest was only the official road, it was just a piece of scrap paper! ”Old master is angry today, so after two days, when his anger is gone, you can happily show him the marriage prepared for the Fourth Miss. Does old master really want to drag you to the government?”

Hearing her mother Du's words made sense, Madam Qin nodded and said: ”Tomorrow we will come up with a plan. Let's see if Zhenjiang has anything else we can move so that they don't take out more money to buy the farmland.”

Mama Du smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. Early the next morning, she brought along a stack of account books to Jun Yutang and the Qin family in order to find out which unprofitable businesses to throw to Jiang Wan.

”In any case, she's so thin that her camel is bigger than a horse. It's just a small matter, how could the dignified Crown Prince's wife fall to the point of having to rely on her dowry to eat?” After the Qin family showed Jiang Wan the dowry list, Jiang Chuanzhong's dark expression finally eased a little, and he no longer mentioned the matter of taking care of his wife.