The wealthy tycoon wants to be the white moonlight of the little village girl

Jiang Yaonian sat down as soon as he heard it and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Seeing that her words were so effective, Jingying couldn't help but smile. After glancing at Qinghe with pride, she said softly, "Mr. Jiang, Yuying and I are going to the Lingquan Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. I wonder if you can take us with you? You are the patriarch of the Jiang family and your status is extraordinary. If you can take us with you, I believe the concubine's health will recover faster, and His Majesty will also be grateful for your friendship, Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Yaonian frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "That's fine." Then he stood up and went outside and said to the guard, "Go tell Prince Pingyang that I have something to do today and can't go. Let's make an appointment another day."

"Yes."

Jiang Yaonian turned around and went back to sit in the house. Old Madam Jiang asked unhappily, "Why, do you suddenly have time again?"

Jiang Yaonian nodded and said, "Well, I had something else to do, so I turned it down."

Jingying immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

Madam Jiang rolled her eyes unhappily, thinking, grandson, what's wrong with you? Why do you care about her? Just go your way, why do you care about her! This girl is full of tricks. If she really has something to do, she would have told you a long time ago. Why would she wait until now? She is obviously trying to show off to Qinghe. Can't you see it? If Qinghe is angry with you this time, I don't care. It's all your own fault...

The old lady glanced at Qinghe secretly and found that she looked calm and expressionless.

At this time, breakfast was served one after another. The maids placed the dishes one by one on the long table. Jiang Yaonian said calmly, "Jingying, Yuying, you can just treat it as your own home. Don't be polite." After that, he picked up a dish with chopsticks and placed it on the plate in front of Qinghe. He said lovingly, "Try this fried pheasant slices with young bamboo shoots. It's made with the pheasant I brought back from hunting last time."

Qing He picked up a piece of bamboo shoot and ate it without saying anything. Jiang Yaonian looked at her expectantly and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Yuying on the other side thought, what's wrong with Mr. Jiang? He doesn't even know that he has offended his wife? You see, she is eating pheasant slices. It's obvious that although she doesn't want to quarrel with you, she doesn't want to give you face either! Can't you see it?

Jingying naturally saw all of this. She smiled and said nothing, thinking to herself, this little country girl is angry again. I'm going to make you even angrier later!

Qing He nodded, and then said, "Why don't you pick some food for grandma?" Then she changed a pair of chopsticks, picked up the piece of pheasant slices and put it on the plate in front of Madam Jiang, "Grandma, please try it."

The old lady ate without any expression, then sighed: "Qinghe is really filial to me. She even thought of me for such a small matter."

Qing He smiled and said, "Shall I bring Ling Ling over to accompany you for a walk in the garden?"

"Oh, is that the little fawn that Nian'er brought back for you?" Old Madam Jiang asked curiously.

"Yeah, very cute."

Madam Jiang put down her chopsticks and said, "You should go to Lingquan Temple with Nian'er to pray for blessings. May the Goddess of Water bless you to give birth to a child for the Jiang family as soon as possible."

Qing He didn't say anything, and Jiang Yaonian also advised, "Let's go together."

Unexpectedly, Jingying also pretended to be sincere and said, "Yes, let's go together!"

Old Madam Jiang was very angry. She had originally asked Qinghe to go with her because she was afraid that Jingying would play some tricks on the way to burn incense with her grandson alone. But who knew that she would come to join in the fun! She just wanted Qinghe to say she didn't want to go out of anger, so that her goal would be achieved!

Before the old lady could say anything, Yuying suddenly put down her chopsticks and said, "I'm full. I'm going to go out for some fresh air. Enjoy your meal." Then she left her seat and walked out, muttering to herself, "They can go to their own ancestral temple whenever they want. Why do they need you to do them a favor?"

The sound was neither too loud nor too low, it just floated over and reached everyone's ears...

Mrs. Jiang immediately showed a happy smile on her face, thinking that people say that Prince Jing doesn't favor this little girl because she is not as obedient, sensible and considerate as her sister Jingying, but why do I feel that she is much cuter than Jingying? This little talk is so powerful! It completely touched my heart!

Qing He also showed a smile that she couldn't help, thinking that it seemed that what she said when they first met last time was true, she and this half-sister really couldn't get along.

Jingying's eyes first flashed with a hint of disgust, then she immediately pretended to be innocent and said to Qinghe: "Qinghe, I mean well, I hope you don't mind. By the way, you won't be angry when I call you Qinghe, right?"

Qing He smiled at her and said, "How could that be? Princess, just call me by my name. Princess Yuying didn't mean any harm just now. Sister Ying'er, don't take it personally. By the way, you won't be angry if I call you Sister Ying'er, right?"

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle and awkward. Everyone could see that there was some disagreement between the two, but it was not convenient to mediate. Finally, they finished their breakfast in a depressing atmosphere. After a short rest, Jiang Yaonian ordered someone to prepare the car.

Qing He was a little surprised after hearing this, thinking, isn't Lingquan Temple in Jiang's house? Why do we have to take a car to get there?

Jiang Yaonian, who was standing by, saw what she was thinking and patiently explained to her, "Lingquan Temple is the ancestral temple of the Jiang family. It's quite far from the backyard, and it'll take some time to get there on foot, so let's take a car." After a pause, he continued, "The tablets of all the successive patriarchs of the Jiang family are enshrined there. Our children will also have their bathing ceremony there in the future. Let's go." Then he took her hand and walked out.

There were six carriages in total. Jiang Yaonian and Qinghe sat in one, Jingying and Yuying sat in one, and the remaining servants and attendants sat in four.

The carriage went farther and farther away, and the scenery became more and more desolate. At first, it seemed normal when passing by various gardens, houses, pavilions and towers, but gradually, the houses and houses could no longer be seen. There were only some big rocks and big trees, which looked very desolate.

Later on, there was no sign of human habitation any more, only woods and reed marshes in open fields, with a gentle breeze blowing by and everything being extremely quiet.

Qing He never knew that the Jiang family was so big. She couldn't help feeling a little scared. She didn't dare to look out the window anymore and couldn't help but hold Jiang Yaonian's hand.

The carriage finally stopped at the foot of the mountain. After getting off, the group entered a courtyard under the leadership of Jiang Yaonian. The courtyard was very spacious with blue bricks on the ground and surrounded by a circle of towering green pines and cypresses.

At the end of the corridor is a majestic ancestral hall with a plaque hanging on the lintel with three large characters "Lingquan Temple" written in hand.

After entering, there was smoke curling in the air and brocade curtains hanging high. In the middle was a bronze statue of the Goddess of Water, and on the walls on both sides were portraits of the Jiang family patriarch.

The four men stood in two shifts. An old monk handed Jiang Yaonian a stick of incense. Two young monks spread out the prayer mat and guarded the burning pool. On both sides stood two rows of monks, beating wooden fish, lowering their eyes and chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Jiang Yaonian held the incense in both hands and bowed three times to the bronze statue of the Water Goddess. Then he inserted the incense into the incense burner, knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times. Qinghe behind him did the same.

Finally, it was Jingying and Yuying's turn to kneel and pray, burn the blessing bags in the incense burner, and leave the main hall after the ceremony.

Jiang Yaonian came to the Zen hall in the backyard, where a white-bearded monk handed him a brocade bag. Jiang Yaonian bowed and left the Zen hall. When he came out, he placed the brocade bag in front of the bronze statue of the Water Goddess. After the sisters Jingying and Yuying knelt down, kowtowed and prayed silently, the blessing ceremony was over. The group left the ancestral hall and got on the carriage to go back.

Arriving at Jiang's residence and getting off the car, Jiang Yaonian was about to accompany Qinghe back to the villa when he heard a soft voice behind him saying, "Mr. Jiang, please stay!"

Jiang Yaonian turned around and frowned, "What's the matter?"

Jingying smiled tenderly, "I have a few words I want to talk to you alone, is it convenient?"

Yuying rolled her eyes and led the maid to the rose garden, sneering as she walked: "Do you think it's convenient to say this in front of the lady?"

Jiang Yaonian stopped and said, "Just talk here!"

Jingying looked at Qinghe awkwardly and said hesitantly, "This matter needs to be discussed with the young master alone. I'm afraid... it's not appropriate for the young lady to be present!"