Favoring concubines and killing wives? The miraculous doctor mistress went crazy after her rebirth

In fact, Murong Chuan has been a little confused ever since the old lady fell ill and fainted.

In the past, the old lady was always in front of him to take care of everything, telling him what to do.

It has been like this since childhood.

So most of the time Murong Chuan didn't have to think, and even if he thought wrongly or acted impulsively, the old lady would always give him advice.

He just needs to do what the old lady says.

Of course he had resisted before, but it was useless.

His mother's control and manipulation were so strong that any ideas and opinions he had were useless.

In the end, I still did things according to the old lady's advice.

So over time, Murong Chuan developed a habit.

I have developed the habit of doing things according to the old lady's instructions.

This is a subtle influence, a subtle control.

Of course, Murong Chuan himself did not realize this at the time.

He couldn't help but become tough at this moment.

In fact, what he couldn't help but think of in his mind was what his mother had said before.

It is said that we should prioritize things when doing things. This time we can use a tough attitude to get the food from the farm and directly provide the porridge.

After all, providing porridge is the most important, and the reputation of the marquisate is the most important.

This time, we want to let the emperor and officials and ministers see the good things that the Marquis’ Mansion has done for the people.

However, he came to talk to Jiang Zhinian about the porridge distribution, and it would be best if she cooperated.

If they don't cooperate, then he can only use a tough attitude to do this.

In fact, Murong Chuan was already extremely worried, fearing that the porridge shed set up by the Marquis' Mansion would have to be removed, which would make the Marquis' Mansion a joke.

All the previous efforts to set up the porridge stall were in vain.

At this time, Murong Chuan's forehead was furrowed so tightly that he could pinch a fly to death.

Jiang Zhinian's eyes turned red, and she looked at Murong Chuan with resentment and grievance, tears falling one by one.

Silently accusing Murong Chuan, she said, "So this is how I am in the Marquis's mind."

"My Lord Marquis can't even see the efforts I've made for the Marquis' Mansion over the past three years!"

"Of course I am worried about the Marquis' Mansion. I have been working diligently for the Marquis' Mansion over the past three years."

"Your Excellency can say this with a clear conscience, isn't it?"

"If I hadn't been sick these past two days, I wouldn't be so weak and unable to do anything."

Jiang Zhinian's eyes were red and tears kept falling.

Murong Chuan was suddenly stunned, and the strong aura in his body was retracted.

At this moment, Murong Chuan was stunned by the impact of Jiang Zhinian's tears.

He thought about it carefully and realized that Jiang Zhinian had indeed done a lot for the Marquis' Mansion in the past three years.

Leaving him unable to say anything else.

Jiang Zhinian snorted in his heart.

She used to be very strong-willed, and her grandmother taught her to be a dignified and generous woman since she was a child.

She felt she couldn't cry.

In her previous life, she always held herself to the highest standards as the mistress of the house.

But it was only after death and rebirth that I understood many truths.

If tears are a weapon against enemies, then what's wrong with crying?

Anyway, the towel was dipped in ginger water, so she wiped her tears with it and started crying.

No matter what means are used, as long as they are effective against the enemy, it's fine.

This is just one chess move.

While Murong Chuan was stunned, Jiang Zhinian said, "Forget it. Since the Marquis said so, even if I am in this state, I will still stand up and run around for the Marquis' Mansion to ensure that the porridge distribution goes smoothly."

When Jiang Zhinian coughed, his sleeves covered the corners of his mouth, forming a cold and strange arc.

Murong Chuan didn't expect that Jiang Zhinian would be so easy to talk to this time.

He always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.

Maybe Jiang Zhinian really figured it out.

Or maybe Jiang Zhinian still loves him.

No matter what the reason is, as long as the porridge is distributed, it will be good for the Marquis's Mansion anyway.

Murong Chuan felt proud, thinking that his mother was right.

When dealing with women, you have to be close yet distant.

Look, he deliberately ignored Jiang Zhinian during this period of time and went to see Su Wanruo every day. Didn’t Jiang Zhinian finally compromise?

He is the master of the Marquis' Mansion. Jiang Zhinian is married after all and will have to depend on him for survival in the future.

"Since you agreed, let's arrange things quickly."

"You are not in good health, so ask your subordinates to do it, or tell me and I will do it. I will have someone go directly to the farm to deliver the food."

A flash of cold light flashed across Jiang Zhinian's eyes.

Want to be beautiful.

"My Lord, you don't understand the situation. If you rashly send people to the manor, it will be impossible to deliver food here."

"You also know that the manor is my dowry manor, and the managers are all arranged by my grandmother."

"You didn't do things properly before, and left a bad impression on grandma. Naturally, those managers won't listen to you, so I need to arrange it myself."

Murong Chuan was unhappy, but he couldn't say anything.

Know what is most important right now.

"Then you will arrange this matter and make sure the porridge distribution goes smoothly."

Jiang Zhinian looked at Murong Chuan and said, "My Lord, as long as the porridge distribution goes smoothly, everything will be fine, right?"

"If I do this, will the Marquis find a reason to stop me from saying that I am wrong?"

Murong Chuan replied conceitedly: "How could that be? As long as you arrange the food and distribute the porridge well, how can I say anything to you?"

Jiang Zhinian pretended to joke, "The Marquis is only thinking about that concubine Su, and what he said was just to coax me. I don't know whether I should believe the Marquis now."

"My Lord used to coax me and even swear."

Murong Chuan really made a vow in order to make Jiang Zhinian believe.

In this era, people are more superstitious and tend to believe in this.

Jiang Zhinian achieved his goal and said nothing more.

Murong Chuan felt that he had convinced Jiang Zhinian, and he felt a lot more relieved.

Murong Chuan said, "I'll go see my mother. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Don't worry, Lord Marquis."

After Murong Chuan left, all the expressions on Jiang Zhinian's face disappeared.

She then went on to tell Lian Qiao a few words.

Lian Qiao's eyes lit up and she looked at Jiang Zhinian with admiration. It turned out that the lady had a way.

It is true that the devil is one foot high, but the Tao is ten feet higher.

……

The next day, all the rice porridge in the porridge stall outside the city was gone.

Jiang Zhinian personally carried his "sick body" and led the people over.

Then he took over the porridge stall in the marquis's mansion.

"Okay, we have our own arrangements here, you all go back!"

Jiang Zhinian brought people to take over the place, and even Murong Chuan and the people from the Marquis' Mansion rushed back, leaving no one behind.

The steward of the Marquis' Mansion felt relieved when he saw Jiang Zhinian brought so much rice and arranged people to cook porridge in an orderly manner.

For fear of offending the lady, they all went back.

After these people went back, Jiang Zhinian immediately had the plaque on the porridge stall removed and replaced it with a plaque that had been prepared in the farm long ago.

"Jiang Zhinian Porridge Shed!"

The porridge stall set up in her name means that it has nothing to do with the Marquis' Mansion and Murong Chuan.

The reason why she agreed to Murong Chuan's request was naturally because she wanted to build a reputation for herself.

It is also necessary to lay the groundwork at this time in order to be prepared to completely sever ties with Yongping Hou in the future.

And public opinion is a very important thing.

The porridge shed, pots, firewood and other things were all arranged by Murong Chuan.

She took it and used it directly.

Jiang Zhinian not only asked people to cook rice porridge, but also cooked medicinal soup.

Soon, people started to line up here as well.

The refugees no longer dare to cause trouble. Those who caused trouble before were beheaded, which frightened these people.

Now everyone is queuing up to receive food in an orderly manner and no one dares to make a fuss.

This also allowed Jiang Zhinian to avoid what happened at the beginning.

Everything was going according to her plan.

Zheng Daniu shouted a few times, telling everyone that there was rice porridge and medicinal soup, which could keep warm and drive away the cold, and could cure colds.

"Isn't this the porridge stand of that marquis's mansion?"

"No, it's written on it. It's Jiang Zhinian's porridge stall."

"So you can read. What does this mean? This is not the porridge stand of a noble family."

"This is Miss Jiang, a descendant of the late General Wei. She is ill now, but she is still here to personally serve porridge to everyone. She is indeed a descendant of the Wei family."

"General Wei's great-granddaughter? We can actually see General Wei's descendants, the people of the Wei family. They are our great benefactors and heroes!"

"I didn't expect it to be so beautiful and nice, and to come out in person to give us porridge in such a cold day..."

"There is also a medicinal soup. Drinking it can drive away the cold, treat headaches and stomachaches, and prevent colds. Medicinal materials are so expensive, but Miss Jiang has thought of this for everyone. Miss Jiang is really a good person, worthy of being the descendant of General Wei..."

Jiang Zhinian arranged for someone to deliberately spread this message within the team.

After so many years, perhaps many people have forgotten the Wei family.

But she will definitely make everyone remember her.

One day, the Wei family army will reappear.

Of course, she did it not only for fame and plan, she also really wanted to do something for the people.

Just because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Yan Jiyou is also a person who cares about the people.

Also because the Wei family loves the State of Yan and the people.

So she has to inherit this will.

She also has to help protect the State of Yan.

In her previous life, she was trapped in the inner house, framed and killed.

In this life, she will definitely not be confined to the inner house.

Her grandmother arranged for someone to teach her martial arts since she was young, and those skills always came in handy.

Jiang Zhinian smiled and scooped spoonfuls of rice porridge to the refugees.

"Drink slowly, don't rush, be careful of the heat."

"There are still some left, don't worry."

"Ma'am, you don't look very well. Do you have a headache or fever? You can drink some medicine and you should feel better."

Jiang Zhinian spoke to everyone gently and with a smile, calming everyone's emotions.

The refugees felt Jiang Zhinian's words were like the sound of nature and were deeply moved.

"Thank you Miss Jiang, thank you Miss Jiang..."

……

At this time, Crown Prince Yan Jiyou climbed up to the top of the city wall, looked down, and happened to see this scene.

One of the subordinates, Yun Lei, was surprised and said, "Your Highness, that is...that is the wife of the Marquis of Yongping!"

Yan Jiyou glanced at Yun Lei indifferently, feeling full of oppression.

Yun Lei had a strong desire to survive, "Um, Your Highness, it's... it's Miss Jiang!"