The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

The four-year-old Cheng'en could not understand the meaning of the three words "He Li Shu". He just felt that his father seemed to have become a different person.

It made him feel scared and miss his mother.

If his mother were here, his father would definitely not scare him like this.

When the maids and old women saw that their master seemed angry, they hurried in.

A maid said tremblingly: "Fifth Master, Young Master Cheng'en is young, please don't scare him..."

"Jiang Nansheng" turned his head, the usually reserved man stared at them and uttered only one word, "Get lost!"

The maids and servants were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

Cheng'en's little face was pale with fear, and his bright eyes were wide open in fear. Although his face resembled his father, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were very much like his mother's.

"Jiang Nansheng" looked at his eldest son who was holding back his tears, hugged him tightly in his arms, stood up and strode towards the door.

With a dry and rough throat, she coaxed him in a low voice: "Cheng'en, don't be afraid. You are the child of father and mother, and I will not hurt you."

Cheng'en looked at his father's bloodshot eyes, his little hands tightly grasping his clothes. He used to like his father hugging him the most.

Because his father was much taller than him and his mother, he always had to look up to see his father's expression.

Now that he could look his father in the eye, he felt no joy at all, only endless grievance.

"They said that my aunt ordered people to clean up the yard...it won't be long before my father takes a concubine..." At first he was able to hold back his tears.

As she spoke, her voice became more and more choked, until she could no longer hold back and leaned on her father's shoulder, sobbing softly.

Master Jiang Wu, who was trapped in this body, felt that he was going crazy.

Although he had never made it clear, nor had he promised Jin Chu that they would be together for the rest of their lives,

But he never thought of taking a concubine.

Jin Chu would never allow him to do that.

If that day really comes, Jin Chu might really decide not to have him.

This was something he couldn't accept no matter what.

"Jiang Nansheng" stepped out of the main hall holding Cheng'en, and Jiang An hurriedly came in from the second door, knelt in front of the master with his hands folded, "Master... Madam...something happened..."

Jiang An has been with him for nearly twenty years, except for the time when he made a mistake in his childhood and was punished in Shaoxiu Hall. This was the first time that "Jiang Nansheng" saw him lose his temper like this.

I just heard the eldest son mention the Crown Prince's wife. Jin Chu is not in Yuanyuan Hall at the moment, and "Jiang Nansheng" is worried about leaving Cheng'en here alone.

Striding towards the Chuihua Gate, "Jiang Nansheng" was extremely calm at this moment.

After leaving Yuanyuan Hall, he asked the guards to send his eldest son to his mother in Minghui Hall, and gave a faint smile to Cheng'en who was walking away.

That smile was like the corners of the lips curling up the skin on the face, very stiff.

He turned his head, looked at Jiang An and said, "Where is the Madam? Take me there now!"

Jiang An's eyes were red, his face full of guilt, "Madam is on her way to visit Madam Zheng's grave... I have had people check the one-kilometer radius and cordon it off. We are waiting for you, Master..."

Jiang An didn't dare to say that word and replied with some difficulty.

The lady didn't allow their people to follow, and the master ordered him to protect the lady, but when they found out, it was too late.

Before Jiang An could finish his words, he saw his master untie the reins of the horse and gallop out.

Mr. Jiang Wu could neither move nor speak.

What is Jiang An talking about?

The wife he mentioned is Jin Chu, what does something happened mean?

The fat and strong black horse rushed into the depths of the valley in the forest like a flash of lightning.

The horses' hooves stirred up the snow on the ground, raising gusts of white snow that swept in like a blizzard.

After the reins were pulled up, it raised its body high and let out a loud and mournful cry that instantly broke through the sky.

The sound disturbed the birds in the trees in the forest. They fled in panic, and the dead branches and leaves fell down, making rustling sounds.

Several guards dressed in the same attire walked out of the forest. They knelt in the snow with a look of shame on their faces and said in unison, "Master, please punish me!"

Before the horse could stand firmly, "Jiang Nansheng" jumped lightly off the horse.

He walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow towards the place the guards directed him to.

The steps are firm and the back is lonely.

The cold wind in the woods blew violently without any obstruction, as if it was going to tear everything apart.

The black cloak on his body was blown up to more than a person's height, and it was completely useless for keeping out the cold. But he continued to walk forward as if he didn't feel the cold.

The first thing that caught my eye was the familiar green-curtained carriage. It was parked there alone, in pieces, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

On the raised shaft of the carriage hung the white cloak that Jin Chu often wore. The cold wind blew it rustling and making a sharp sound.

When "Jiang Nansheng" approached, the cloak was suddenly blown up by the wind and flew deep into the forest.

In the blink of an eye, only a white shadow became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely from sight.

Jiang Wuye, who was trapped in his body, felt a chill rising from his spine, and his blood seemed to solidify. When he saw the scene in front of him, endless fear and despair surged in his heart.

All that could be heard was the heart-wrenching cry coming from his mouth: "Jin Chu!"

Master Jiang Wu suddenly opened his eyes, and the faint light of dawn shone through the bed curtains.

He found himself in a familiar room, with a curtain above his head and red bed curtains hanging down at his sides.

Everything told him that what had just happened was just a dream.

An unacceptable, yet real nightmare.

"I'm here, Master Wu..."

The woman in his arms murmured, raised her white little hand, and gently stroked his face. She leaned against his side obediently and continued to sleep steadily.

Master Jiang Wu lowered his head and saw Jin Chu's fair and rosy cheeks close at hand, with her long black satin hair cascading behind her like a waterfall.

The two people were lying on a bright red brocade quilt. The dazzling red made his eyes hot and he closed his eyes as if to escape.

But the scene that just appeared could not be shaken off from my eyes.

His Jinchu was pale and lifeless lying in a pool of blood. His slightly bulging belly told him that he had not only lost Jinchu, but also their child in her belly.

Uncle Jiang Wu suddenly felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and his throat was itchy.

He sat up carefully, stuffed the long soft pillow beside him into Jin Chu's arms, opened a gap in the bed curtain, and walked out.

The old woman who was sweeping the house in the morning saw the Fifth Master coming out of the main room and bowed to greet him.

He spoke in a low voice, for fear of disturbing the sleep of the hostess in the house.

Master Jiang Wu paused and said to the maid, "Tell the lady to wait for me to have breakfast together."

The old woman straightened up. The Fifth Master was a little strange today.

As long as the lady does not sleep in, she will wait for the fifth master to come back from morning exercise to have dinner together, and will personally see him out of the Chuihua Gate.

Has the Fifth Master forgotten?

And his voice is weird too.

Jiang Fei, who was in charge of guard duty last night, sat up from the bed when he heard the gate to the second courtyard being opened and the servants greeting them.

When he opened the door, the master seemed not to have seen him. His face was solemn and he walked hurriedly through the corridor towards the Bamboo Pavilion.

They came out in such a hurry that Jiang Fei adjusted his belt while following behind his master.

The master's body shook, and he said, "Fifth Master!" He took big strides and ran up.

Jiang Nansheng leaned his hands on the porch pillar and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.