Marry a powerful minister and remain a widow?I’m done with the book-wearing female role!

As soon as Jiang Huaiqing left, the atmosphere in the Jiang family became dull.

Although Mrs. Chen didn't say anything, she sat in the garden all day in a daze, looking wilted.

Jiang Yuzhu greeted her mother-in-law, Mrs. Shen, and took a few maids and the three girls of the Su family back to her parents' house to stay for a while, just to avoid Xie Zhao.

After crying in front of Xie Zhao that night, he looked at her with doting eyes every time, making Jiang Yuzhu extremely uncomfortable.

I don’t know since when, the relationship between husband and wife went from being incompatible with each other to sharing a common secret, and their relationship became closer than before.

Mrs. Chen was sitting in the garden, looking at the snacks served from the kitchen without any appetite, and said listlessly: "Yuzhu, it's been a few days. Has your second brother already traveled hundreds of miles?"

"almost."

Jiang Yuzhu estimated that the Mo family's team traveled day and night, only stopping for two or three hours a day to give the horses time to drink water and eat fodder.

Mrs. Chen sighed: "Without your second brother jumping up and down, the house is a little less lively."

As he spoke, Mrs. Chen opened a travel diary of the North and quickly became immersed in it.

The sun is to the west and the light is dim.

Mrs. Chen then closed her travel notes and stood up, vaguely remembering that tomorrow was the Ghost Festival.

"Your second brother left in a hurry this time, and my mother didn't make any preparations. I just want to go to Huguo Temple tomorrow to burn incense and buy some sesame oil money so that I can ask the master to consecrate a pair of safe jade buttons."

It is recorded in the travel notes that it started to snow in the middle and late September of the lunar calendar in the northern part of Daqi. The wind was biting and the dripping water turned into ice. The people were so cold in winter that they could hardly go out or take a step outside.

In winter, there is almost no green leafy vegetables to eat, and I can only survive on cabbage and dried vegetables stored in summer and autumn.

"There is also a box for furs in my mother's dowry. Later you accompany me to pick out a few pieces, make a few more sets of cloaks, and entrust the caravan to deliver them."

Mrs. Chen was thinking about making one for Jiang Huaiqing, and it was inevitable that she would make one for her daughter-in-law-to-be, Princess Yutan.

General Mo is Jiang Huaiqing's mentor, so he cannot be left behind. All three of them have done it, and the rest of the Mo family is still missing?

As long as there is enough fur, one person can make one.

"Your second brother knows some boxing and kicking skills, but on the battlefield he has to risk his life..."

Chen muttered a few words and couldn't help but become worried.

Jiang Yuzhu understood the mother's feelings very well and said with relief: "Mom, you didn't go to the eminent monk of Huguo Temple to settle matters before. The eminent monk said that you are a blessed person and your descendants are outstanding. Your daughter's blessing is all due to you!"

The persuasion failed, so he turned to fortune telling.

As expected, Ms. Chen laughed after hearing this and said, "Of course, otherwise, how could I have such a good daughter like you?"

The whole family tried to persuade him for several days, but he was finally defeated by metaphysics.

Mrs. Chen's face regained its luster and she took her mother-in-law to tidy up the warehouse.

During dinner time, there was a table of female relatives sitting in the side hall.

Jiang Yuzhu sat in the main seat, sister-in-law Xiao Chen and Zhao Fandie sat on the left, and on the right were the three sisters of the Su family.

Xiao Chen took the initiative to pour a glass of fruit wine for Su Wanqing, and said with a gentle smile: "Without Miss Su's help, I would not be able to understand the account books!"

Su Wanqing was very frightened and quickly stood up and declined: "No, if you don't mind calling me Wanqing."

The Su family's case has not yet been vindicated, and the three sisters are still slaves. Calling them by their first names is considered to be the greatest respect.

"The Su family's case all depends on Mrs. Xie's heroic action, otherwise the whole family would have been guillotined long ago."

Su Wanqing smiled bitterly. She shouldn't say this in such a good atmosphere.

Her parents and clan members were suffering in prison, but her sisters were sitting at the table. She felt very guilty.

Faced with the gratitude of the three sisters of the Su family, Jiang Yuzhu did not take credit: "Master Su is innocent, how could he be unjustly wronged? I believe that the emperor will not wrongly accuse a good person."

The emperor did cause a little trouble when he sent the three sisters to his house, but compared to the benefits, the trouble was nothing.

Anyway, it was Xie Zhao who helped to rehabilitate the family. Each of the three sisters of the Su family had their own strengths. They stayed in the Xie Mansion for a few days and helped sort out the accounts for the past three years.

Jiang Yuzhu returned to her parents' home and specially called her three sisters to help.

In addition to account books, Su Wanqing is good at drawing. She draws exquisite jewelry pictures, each of which can be used for pattern making.

Jiang Yuzhu's jewelry shop is open, and she can definitely make a lot of money.

During the dinner, Jiang Yuzhu glanced at the sky and said, "Wan Qing, after dinner is over, I will find someone to take you to the Yamen of Dali Temple."

Xu Ping of Dali Temple has always been at odds with the Jiang family.

Finally, it was Han Zhen's turn to be on duty, and he had the opportunity to arrange a visit.

Before, Jiang Yuzhu was afraid that she would not succeed and kept silent. She just received the news from Han Zhen.

Su Wanqing's hand shaking the glass shook, and the wine spilled on the table. She trembled her lips, her eyes sparkling: "Mrs. Xie, is this true?"

The whole family was convicted and imprisoned in Dali Temple, which houses serious criminals. Su Wanqing never thought that she would have the opportunity to visit her parents.

Jiang Yuzhu smiled slightly: "Why did I lie to you?"

"The inside and outside of Dali Temple have been prepared, but you have to carry someone on your back. I have prepared men's clothes for you."

You can't bring too many conspicuous things when you visit the prison, you can only bring some steamed buns, dried meat and other items.

Jiang Yuzhu and Han Zhen inquired about it and prepared everything one by one.

Su Wanqing took the men's clothes, looked at Jiang Yuzhu's calm and delicate face, and said in a very serious voice: "Mrs. Xie, if the Su family ever makes a comeback, Wanqing will never let you down."

The night was deep and the back garden was silent, except for the occasional chirping of insects.

Jiang Yuzhu brought Su Wanqing to the corner door of the house. Han Zhen had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the two of them riding away, a servant of the Jiang Mansion reported: "Miss, my uncle has come to the house."

Jiang Yuzhu resisted in her heart, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why is he here?"

I heard that there was chaos in the North, and there was a fierce dispute between the two factions in the court.

Xie Zhao was also the emperor's confidant and was often called to the palace late at night to discuss matters.

At this time, he should have just left the office.

Jiang Yuzhu hesitated for a moment and followed the servant.

The fifteenth day is approaching, the bright moon hangs high, and the faint light is like a thin gauze. Xie Zhao stands under the banyan tree, with a tall and tall figure and an indifferent smile, as if he doesn't care about everything around him.

When Jiang Yuzhu's figure appeared in the corner, Xie Zhao's gaze froze, a flash of clarity flashed across his eyes, and he called softly: "Yuzhu..."

Jiang Yuzhu's heart trembled. She always felt that Xie Zhao was closer to him when he was seriously ill, at least not so calculating.

Speaking of which, Xie Zhao's expression has improved in the past few days. Could it be that he has detoxified?

Jiang Yuzhu's eyes were averted, but she deliberately showed off her momentum and said confidently: "Are you here to take me back? Mother..."

When she returned to her parents' home, she informed her in advance and received permission from Mrs. Shen.

"No."

Xie Zhao denied it, but Jiang Yuzhu held the rest of her words in her stomach and couldn't hold her breath. It seemed like she was being sentimental.

"My husband is busy with official duties, so I haven't given my wife a gift for a long time."

Xie Zhao stood still. He took time out tonight just to give gifts.

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Jiang Yuzhu wanted to say something perfunctory, but when she heard "gifts", she put on a fake smile and said: "Yuanhe, you have given me enough things."

No amount is too much, the more the merrier.

Jiang Yuzhu thought about it for a moment and felt something was wrong: "It will be July and a half tonight. Are you sure you are here to give a gift?"