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

Master Jiang Wu stood there, looking at Jin Chu, but she ignored his presence.

His heart sank suddenly, and he realized that he seemed to have returned to his last dream.

But this time, Jin Chu was the only one in the dream.

There was a hint of sadness on her bright face. Master Jiang Wu stretched out his hand, trying to smooth Jin Chu's slightly frowned brows, but his fingertips could only pass through the air.

He is still speechless and is useless.

He watched Jin Chu slowly place a piece of letter on the table on the kang, his little face firm and resolute.

It was the divorce letter he saw in that body.

When he saw the three words above again, he felt cold wind blowing in from the hole in his chest, and the biting cold made him shiver slightly.

"Madam, aren't we waiting for Master Wu?"

At this time, the maid came over and put the mink cloak on Jin Chu, stood beside her and asked.

Master Jiang Wu looked at the maid's face and he remembered her.

Isn’t this girl Bai Wei dead?

He was killed by the Fuso people!

Jin Chu shook his head slightly, his expression indifferent, as if he was no longer attached to anything here.

He could only pick up the unfinished children's clothes from the basket on the kang table. Pain welled up in his eyes, and then he made up his mind and walked out without looking back.

When he followed Jin Chu onto the green-curtained carriage, he saw Bai Wei take out a handkerchief and cover Jin Chu's mouth and nose with it expressionlessly.

Right in front of Master Jiang Wu, in just a few breaths, Jin Chu fell unconscious, and Bai Shao, who was riding in the same carriage with her, lay at her feet covered in blood.

Bai Wei said something outside the carriage.

Master Jiang Wu turned his head and saw that Bai Wei was speaking Japanese. She had just killed Bai Shao using the Tokugawa family's ninjutsu.

This Bai Wei is from Japan!

The green-curtained carriage was jolting on the rugged road, and the feeling of powerlessness made Master Jiang Wu feel like a trapped beast.

He saw Jin Chu wake up from her coma, and accompanied her as the carriage fell rapidly. In his ears was the whistling sound of the wind and the loud noises of the carriages colliding.

There was no fear or sadness on Jin Chu's face. The sense of relief at that moment made Master Jiang Wu feel that the wound in his chest had become even bigger.

The carriage fell to the bottom of the valley, leaving a mess.

Jin Chu was lying in a pool of blood. Master Jiang Wu's hands passed through her broken body again and again, but he could not feel her warmth.

He looked at Jin Chu's bulging belly, the baby inside struggling hard, and finally calming down.

The feeling of unbearable heartache filled his whole body again.

Until he saw himself walking towards him and saw a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

The blood that flowed from Tong Jinchu merged together.

Master Jiang Wu followed "Jiang Nansheng" like a wandering ghost, watching him find out the cause of Jin Chu's death.

It was all because of his self-righteousness that not only did he fail to protect Jin Chu, he also caused Jin Chu to misunderstand him and eventually become disappointed.

Master Jiang Wu finally understood why Jin Chu looked relieved.

He also watched as "Jiang Nansheng" turned gray overnight and burned down the Songtao Garden of the eldest house like a madman. He shaved the wife of the prince and threw her into a nunnery.

"Jiang Nansheng" found evidence that the second prince Zhao Xu, now the emperor, was colluding with the Fuso people.

He announced to the world the evidence of the new emperor's patricide and treason. Every piece of evidence was evidence that the new emperor had lost the support of the people and caused his ministers to panic.

Watching him sneak into the palace alone, holding Zhao Xu's head, and walking out of the Meridian Gate covered in blood.

It snowed heavily that day, but it couldn't wash away the bloodstains on his body.

The mother held Cheng'en's hand, her face full of sorrow. Snowflakes fell on her shoulders, making her hair look like a head full of white.

"Xiaowu, Jinchu is no longer with us. Do you want Chengen to become an orphan in the future?" The mother's voice was choked with sobs when she said this.

"Jiang Nansheng" lowered his eyes and looked at the four-year-old face, which was as childish as his. He had no expression on his face and his eyes were empty. "Jin Chu's revenge has not been avenged yet... Wait until I find her..."

Cheng'en was not afraid of the murderous aura from his father. He walked over and gently pulled his sleeve.

She looked up and asked him, "Father, if you see mother, please tell her that Cheng'en is waiting for her at home."

"Jiang Nansheng" did not pause, as if he did not hear what his eldest son said.

Master Jiang Wu followed beside him, wishing he could snatch the sword from his hand and stab it deep into his heart.

He is simply an irresponsible coward!

"Jiang Nansheng" carried Zhao Xu's head and came to the plum tree under the Huguo Temple where he had met Jin Chu before.

He didn't dare to go to Jin Chu's grave. Ever since he knew how disappointed Jin Chu was in him and how sad and painful she had been, he didn't dare to go there again.

"Donor, the cycle of life and death has its own destiny. If you are too obsessed, it will only add to your troubles."

"Jiang Nansheng" opened his eyes and saw an old monk in Taoist robes standing in front of him, speaking in a calm tone and with compassion in his eyes.

He said self-deprecatingly: "Even the Buddha can't save me."

Outsiders all say that the fifth master of the Jiang family, "Jiang Nansheng", is crazy.

When everyone in the world believed that he exposed the crimes of the new emperor and took Zhao Xu's head in an attempt to usurp the throne, he once again witnessed the great reputation of Chiang's army.

The Jiang army was reorganized under the leadership of "Jiang Nansheng". The 100,000-strong army marched south from Shengjing City and arrived at Sanjiang Fort, where they joined General Zheng who was stationed there.

In just three years, Fuso was completely defeated, and the Tokugawa family was driven away by the emperor in order to seek peace.

The Jiang and Zheng families worked together to turn Fuso into a vassal state.

On the day when the army returned victoriously to Beijing, crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, but they could not stop people's enthusiasm.

Just like fifteen years ago, everyone respectfully sent off the army to Sanjiang Fortress. This time, they welcomed the army back in triumph, and the scene was even grander and more lively than that time.

As the head coach, Jiang Nansheng took off his armor, washed off the dust on his body, and came to the Huguo Temple alone.

He lit the painting of searching for plum blossoms in the snow with his own hands, and finally lay under the plum tree that was blooming in the snow.

The scarlet robe on her body was extraordinarily gorgeous against the backdrop of the white snow.

I heard the rhythmic sound of "knock, knock, knock..."

It is crisp and ethereal, as if coming from the distant sky, or like ripples gently rippling in the long river of time.

Master Jiang Wu's heart calmed down instantly. When he regained consciousness, he felt warm water dripping on the back of his hand. It was Jin Chu crying beside him.

Gu Jinchu felt Fifth Master's hand move. She raised her head and met his gaze as he lowered his eyes to look at her.

His voice was soft, and his pale face was full of hope, "Jin Chu, you forgive me, right?"