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

The wall lamps hanging on the columns emitted dim light. Under this soft glow, Jiang Wuye's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light honey.

Gu Jinchu reached out and pulled out the sachet from her waist. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at him with a smile, "Then I will reluctantly help Master Wu to collect these good fortunes."

Master Jiang Wu's low laughter rang in her ears. He held her hand holding the sachet, and with his other hand, he slightly closed the five fingers and slowly poured the golden beans in his palm into the sachet in her hand.

Back at Yuanyuan Hall, Master Jiang Wu hung the scent sachets on the bed. By now, there were already several scent sachets hanging on the bed.

They were the amulets that Mrs. Jiang, her grandmother and her mother had asked for her and the fetus in her womb.

Now, there are more golden beans that symbolize luck and fortune. They carry different meanings, but they all express the deep and earnest care of the elders.

Gu Jinchu leaned there lazily, looking up at Master Jiang Wu. Unconsciously, he felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, and he became drowsy.

Upon seeing this, Master Jiang Wu stretched out his arm and pulled out the brocade fur coat beside him, and gently adjusted her position so that she could sleep more comfortably.

Then he turned around, lowered the bed curtains, climbed onto the bed, and held her in his arms.

As the months went by, she became more and more sleepy. Jiang Wuye couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her belly...

Jin Chu was pregnant with twins, so she always had a harder time than other pregnant women in the same month.

Before going to bed, Mr. Jiang Wu was thinking about finding a midwife. Listening to Jin Chu's gentle breathing in his arms, he fell asleep unknowingly.

In the main room of Songtao Garden, Wang sat in front of the dressing mirror and took off her makeup, listening to Mother Zhang reporting beside her.

She frowned slightly, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes, "You mean, Xia Nianyun fell in front of the prince's carriage on the way back home?"

Mother Zhang nodded: "... Madam Tai ordered someone to send her back to the manor. But she ran away on her own the next day. I don't know if the head of the manor Xia knew about this."

"How could he not know!" Wang stared at the exquisite pearl headdress on the dressing box, her eyes revealing complex emotions.

That was what she always used to remind herself.

"When Xia Nianyun came here, she just wanted to be a housekeeper... After seeing the wealth of the masters in the mansion, her appetite has become bigger!" Wang said in a cold voice, with disdain on her face.

Mother Zhang took the comb from Dai Qiao and took over combing her master's hair, whispering:

"In terms of looks, she is not as good as the fifth young master's biological mother. In terms of pleasing men, she is certainly not as good as that bitch from Yangzhou... The prince will discard her as soon as the novelty wears off."

Wang shook her head, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "How can those women compare to Xia Nianyun... There is a layer of affection between them, otherwise the Duke's wife would not have sent her back so easily."

Zhang lowered her head and combed her master's black hair from top to bottom with the comb in her hand. "Then, master, aren't you..."

She shot herself in the foot. It was the Crown Prince's wife who invited him back herself.

Wang looked at her own face in the dressing mirror, especially the obvious wrinkles between her brows when she frowned, and a sense of melancholy welled up in her heart.

She has reached the age to be a mistress. She has been in charge of the entire Dingguo Mansion for many years. Although she pays attention to maintenance on weekdays, she still looks a little older than her sisters-in-law.

What's more, there is such a young fifth brother and sister-in-law.

Dai Qiao walked in quietly carrying a tray. In the small brown wooden bowl on the tray was a sticky substance that was even stickier than rice paste.

"Madam, the rejuvenating powder is ready. Do you want to use it now?" She walked to Wang's side and asked in a low voice.

Wang curled her lips and smiled, her tone somewhat nonchalantly: "Let's try the rejuvenating powder sold in the shop of the fifth brother's wife. It is really as effective as it is boasted.

Or are these ladies in Shengjing City who flatter the powerful and look down on the weak, praising him like this in order to save face for the Dali Temple Minister? "

Treasure Pavilion was the property of Mrs. Jiang Wu of Dingguo Mansion. Before this, Treasure Pavilion was already a leader in the industry.

The items sold there were highly sought after by officials, noble ladies, and young ladies. The current popularity was unprecedented when Mrs. Jiang Wu was the eldest daughter of the Gu family.

Wang has heard you mention it many times, and you never hesitate to praise her. This is also the first time she has used the rejuvenating powder.

Although she disdained those who played tricks in bed, she also didn't want her husband to completely lose interest in her.

The rejuvenating powder had not stayed on Wang's face for a quarter of an hour when the voice of a servant paying his respects was heard from outside the partition. It was the prince coming over.

When Wang heard the footsteps, she immediately sat sideways, and the only pair of eyes that were exposed flashed with a look of nervousness and panic.

It's so unsightly for my husband to see me like this!

Dai Qiao, who was serving at the side, immediately removed the solidified rejuvenating powder on her master's face. In her haste, she hurt her master and was immediately horrified.

The prince seemed not to notice the unusual behavior of the master and servant in front of the dressing mirror. After entering the room, he sat on the nearest Luohan bed.

One hand was resting on her apart thighs, and one elbow was resting on the small table beside her.

Seeing that no servant came to serve tea, he frowned and said angrily, "You are becoming more and more unruly. Didn't you see that the master is back?"

Mother Zhang hurried over with a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Don't be angry, my lord. The tea is here..."

The prince looked at her old face and felt sick. He waved his hands like he was chasing away a fly, scolding:

"Go away, go away. When I come to the main room from now on, don't come in and annoy me."

The flesh on Mother Zhang's face trembled twice. She glanced at the lady who gestured to her, murmured a yes, and walked out.

Wang wiped her face with a wet towel, turned around, and said with a thick smile, "What made the prince unhappy? Did he bring his anger back to my room?"

The prince was drinking tea with his head down. When he looked up and saw Wang, he swallowed the hot tea in one gulp.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face: "That old hag is a little too spoiled." Even though he was dissatisfied in his heart, he could not say who was whispering in his ear.

"I will teach them a lesson myself." Wang walked to the front of the prince, bowed slightly, sat on the Luohan bed on the other side, and whispered, "I thought my husband would not come to the main room anymore."

The prince raised his hand and touched Wang's cheek, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "Madam, you look a bit like your younger self today."

Wang's smile suddenly froze, the dimple on the side of her cheek facing him deepened, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes:

"My husband is making fun of me. After all, I can never compare to those young girls who are in their prime.

The prince stood up and took Wang's hand and walked towards the depths of the inner room.

……

On the 27th day of the first lunar month, the sun was exceptionally bright, and in the early morning, magpies were singing happily on the branches.

After the 27-day mourning period stipulated in the late emperor's will was lifted, the plain winter clothes were changed and the inner courtyard of the rear house became full of flowers again.

Even the flowers in the garden are blooming, indicating that spring is coming.

Gu Jinchu sat at the table on the kang and looked at the account book. The warm sunlight shone in through the wooden carved windows.

Under the cover of the halo, Doubao stretched lazily, squinted his eyes, and when he saw that the person coming over was Mother Cheng, he slowly buried his head in his forelimbs.

Mother Cheng walked in quietly and whispered to Gu Jinchu, "Madam, Miss Luo has sent you a letter."