Green tea was read, the villain's family begged me to be happy

In a narrow alley somewhere on Wutong Street, there was a spacious and simple carriage parked, with two guards standing outside the carriage.

Half a cup of tea passed, and Jiang Chengli, dressed in plain clothes, hurried over.

He stood outside the car, frowning, seeming distressed.

The curtain was lifted, revealing Cen Ying's face. She said softly, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you get in the car?"

"You shouldn't have come. You might have run into her and the Marquis' Mansion would have been inseparable from it." He was reluctant.

"If you dawdle any longer, she'll see you." Cen Ying still insisted and refused to let go, always keeping the curtain lifted.

Jiang Chengli had no choice but to get on the carriage.

"Mom, you really shouldn't have come. Although this place is far from her residence and this alley is hidden enough, she is really extraordinary and God will help her." As soon as he sat down, he couldn't help but remind her, with a bit of bitterness in his voice.

Cen Ying did not answer, but looked at him carefully, with a bit of heartache in her eyes.

"Why have you lost weight again? Haven't you been eating well recently? Mom just happened to cook some soup. You can try it." Cen Ying said as she turned around and took out a food box.

As soon as you open the lid, a rich fragrance comes out, making you salivate.

This is the old duck soup that Cen Ying is best at, and it also contains ginseng and other tonic ingredients.

"Mom, I don't want to..." He subconsciously wanted to refuse. It's not that he didn't know what was good for him, but he simply couldn't drink it.

"You don't even listen to me? Drink it quickly." Cen Ying didn't even listen to him finish his words. She stuffed the food box into his hands and didn't allow him to refuse.

Jiang Chengli had no choice but to lower his head and take a sip. Instantly, the rich and fresh aroma burst in his mouth, it was still that familiar delicious taste.

He originally had no appetite, but when he tasted the familiar flavor, his stomach immediately felt hungry, and he drank the whole bucket of old duck soup without any hesitation.

When he put down the lunch box, Cen Ying had already handed him a handkerchief.

"It's better to eat home-cooked meals. Mom will cook for you tomorrow." Seeing that he had a good appetite, she immediately smiled.

When Jiang Chengli heard this, he seemed to be frightened and immediately refused: "Mom, don't come. It's really easy to bump into me. Then I won't be able to explain it clearly."

"What's there to be unclear about? If we bump into each other, then so be it. If I don't let her into the Marquis' Mansion, how can she still enter?" Cen Ying was not afraid at all. On the contrary, her tone was very serious.

Jiang Chengli couldn't help but smile bitterly. He licked his lips and seemed to want to say something, but then he let out a sigh.

"No need to come. If you want to see me, let the guards notify me and I will come to find you. It's safer this way." He waved his hand.

Cen Ying narrowed her eyes. She was a person who observed carefully. Besides, the man in front of her was her son who she had carried for ten months. How could she not understand him?

"What did you want to say just now, but you held it back? Why don't you talk to mom?" she asked directly.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say that since mom is working so hard, she doesn't have to cook for her."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Ying opened her mouth to expose him: "You are lying. You are my child. Even if you are a specially trained Jinyiwei and are very good at lying, you can't fool your own mother."

"Are you trying to say that it's useless for me to not let her in, and that in the end, this thief God will help her. No matter what obstacles Xing Xiaoya encounters, she will eventually enter the Marquis' Mansion and fall in love with your brother and that old bastard?" Cen Ying continued, but her words were much sharper, and she even began to curse the Marquis of Loyalty.

This time it was Jiang Chengli's turn to remain silent. He couldn't help but be stunned.

"You have met Wanying, so you should know her magical powers. She carries a divine weapon that can predict the future. The Marquis' Mansion relied on her several times to escape danger. The divine weapon has already said what kind of bad influence Xing Xiaoya has on the Marquis' Mansion, and the Jiang family members in the mansion have heard it clearly."

"But now I am very curious, how did you know? The conversation between Wanying and the artifact can only be heard by the Jiang family, but they must be relatively close to her. You should not be able to hear it. But you know it very clearly, even in detail."

"Plus, your behavior these past few times clearly shows that you are very afraid that the Jiang family will meet Xing Xiaoya, and you pretend to have lost your memory and want to live with her on Wutong Street. You don't want to be alone with her, but you want to hold her back and prevent her from contacting the Marquis' Mansion, right?"

Cen Ying spoke several paragraphs in one breath, but her tone was neither hurried nor slow, and she had good logic and evidence. She unraveled the events that had happened and laid them out one by one.

Jiang Chengli could no longer control the expression on his face. He looked at Cen Ying in shock, his thoughts churning in his heart.

Did my mother wake up so early in this life? But will she change back to normal under the influence of the world consciousness?

His thoughts were in a mess, like a wild horse running out of control, and he couldn't control them at all.

He just nodded in agreement subconsciously. He pretended to have amnesia in order to delay Xing Xiaoya. He was unwilling to return to the Marquis' Mansion and even quit his job as a Jinyiwei.

Anyway, no matter how fast he climbs up the ladder and how powerful he becomes, it will all be in vain in the end. He will only be doing things for Xing Xiaoya. He might as well just be a "dead man".

"Then how do you know all this? It clearly hasn't happened yet." Cen Ying asked again.

Jiang Chengli coughed lightly, then came back to his senses and said immediately: "I was with -"

He suddenly didn't know how to address her. He paused for a moment before continuing, "When I met Xu Wanying, I heard the divine weapon on her body say so."

"You're lying again. Although the artifact knows a lot, it won't reveal so many secrets. It needs energy to operate. You've only seen it once, so it's impossible for the artifact to reveal so much. And when you first met your father and your second brother on Wutong Street, they both attacked them fiercely. It didn't seem like they wanted to force them back, but to-"

Cen Ying exposed him again. She didn't finish her last words, but her meaning was very clear.

When Jiang Chengli met Marquis Zhongyi and Jiang Chengxiao for the first time, his brutal methods attacked their vital parts, clearly intending to kill them.

"Being able to predict the future might be a good thing for others. But I don't see any luck in your case. You must have paid a price that ordinary people can hardly bear and suffered a lot to get to this point where even your closest relatives are willing to draw their knives against you."

Cen Ying's voice was trembling, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and stroke her son's sunken face.

Among the four sons of the Jiang family, Jiang Chengli is the most handsome. He has had a bit of a girly look since he was young. When he was taken away by others, they all said he was a girl. It was not until he started to develop in his teenage years that he grew taller and became strong and thin.

Later he became a Jinyiwei, full of vigor and vitality, and as tall as a pine tree.

But when I saw him again now, he was not only much thinner, but he couldn't even hide his depressed mental state. He was always tense, like a guitar string that would break at any time.

"Mom!" He looked into Cen Ying's red eyes, feeling extremely sad in his heart, and couldn't help wanting to say something.

"You don't have to tell me, and I won't ask you again. Maybe you've experienced something extremely desperate before, and you had no one to rely on, but it's different now." Cen Ying patted the back of his hand with incomparable warmth to comfort him.