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

Jiang Nanhuai personally cleaned his father's feet and helped him put on his shoes and socks. Although his movements were not skillful, they were not unfamiliar at all, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Master Jiang Wu greeted his father and brothers and sat in the chair next to his father. After the servant served Master Wu tea, he took the wooden barrel off the ground.

Jiang Nanhuai stood up from the small stool, raised his hand to pat the inconspicuous wrinkles on his robe, coughed lightly, and sat on the chair opposite his fifth brother.

The Duke picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea and then began to instruct his youngest son: "My legs and feet are fine. It's your eldest brother who is worried that I won't be able to adapt to the new spring."

The implicit meaning of his words was that he wanted the youngest son not to tell his mother what he had seen today, so as not to make the Duchess of the Duke worry about it.

Master Jiang Wu nodded, with a subtle smile on his gentle and elegant face, "The reason why mother is worried is because she cares about you... You might as well try another way to squeeze the walnuts next time."

Over the years, my father had only one trick to coax my mother: crushing walnuts and roasting amber walnut kernels.

The Duke frowned slightly, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, "What do you know? Your mother's favorite snack is the amber walnuts that I roasted myself."

Uncle Jiang Wu smiled slightly at his father's blind confidence. He did not continue the topic, but talked about the purpose of his visit today.

After hearing this, the Duke leaned back and forth, pondering over and over again a sentence in his mind: Loving mothers often spoil their children!

For a moment, the study became quiet, with only the occasional clinking of teacups.

Jiang Nanhuai sat there on pins and needles, with a puzzled look on his face, and asked something that concerned him: "Didn't Lord Qin pull Cao Zhen and his son down for the position of the prince of Xuanping Marquis's mansion?"

He still remembered how arrogant and domineering Cao Zhen was when he first met her.

I am not very interested in her final outcome, because I feel that no one can refuse the position of Crown Prince, or even the title of Marquis Xuanping in the near future.

Master Jiang Wu was not surprised by his elder brother's words. After Qin Lang sued Princess Changning, the entire Shengjing City thought so.

Some people also admired Qin Lang privately, saying that he could definitely seize the title of the Xie family in the most direct, simple and crude way.

However, he took the greatest risk and went to the government to sue the Empress Dowager's cousin, Princess Changning, the only legitimate daughter of the Duke of Pei in the Taimiao.

Some say he is of upright character, while others say he is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

Master Jiang Wu is the person who knows the whole story best.

At first, Qin Lang wanted to seize the title of Xie family. If he became the Marquis of Xuanping, it would not only bring glory to his wife but also provide support for his stepdaughter in the future.

Later, he found out that if he wanted to be the prince, he would have to trace his ancestral roots and change back to his original name.

This was something he absolutely could not agree to.

His original words were: He is Qin Lang, Zheng Mudan’s husband Qin Lang!

The name Qin Lang was given to him by Zheng Mudan when she brought him back to the Zheng family. It means a lot to him.

He would rather not be the Marquis of Xuanping in the future, but he could not give up his name.

Then he came up with the idea given to him by Mr. Jiang Wu, and asked Xie Shanglin to sign the document, which also involved a little word game.

In the future, Qin Lang's first child will inherit the title of Marquis Xuanping's son.

I think this is also the biggest reason why Cao Zhen went crazy in the end.

These are private matters between Qin Lang and his mother-in-law that are not convenient for outsiders to disclose. Master Jiang Wu will naturally not tell his father and brothers about the inside story.

Jiang Nanhuai smacked his lips, leaned back on the chair, and muttered softly: "This is ridiculous, I've gone through such a long detour, and everything I've asked for is in vain..."

After Master Jiang Wu finished what he had to say, he stood up and said, "Then I will not disturb my father and elder brother."

The Duke called him and said, "The mourning period is over, and Yongle's wedding date must be put on the agenda. You are her uncles, so you should pay more attention to her affairs."

These words were also said to the eldest son standing beside him.

The sun had sunk a little, and a ray of sunlight shone on the Duke's profile, outlining every wrinkle on his face, which were the traces left by the years on his face.

His eyes were full of meaning. With his status as the eldest son, when the first wife's family was in the front dynasty in the future, they would always need several younger brothers and in-laws such as the Zheng and Qin families to take care of them.

Jiang Nanhuai, however, could not understand his father's far-reaching considerations, and said, "The Ministry of Works has not received any notice that the Princess's Mansion needs to be repaired..."

"Father, you are aware of my son's official position. I am willing but unable to carry out the proposal." Jiang Nanhuai showed a helpless expression on his face.

The Duke sighed slightly. When he remarried, his eldest son's age had already formed his personality.

Not to mention other things, the elderly people left by the deceased wives were extremely indulgent and doting on the eldest son. As a result, the eldest son's temperament was even more difficult to change.

And the two illegitimate sons, under the careful teaching of the second wife, were much more promising than the two legitimate sons born to his deceased wife.

Not to mention the youngest son born to him and his second wife. Judging from the current situation, Xiaowu is undoubtedly the one with the most promising future among all the brothers.

"I know what my father said." Master Jiang Wu knew what his father meant and said slowly:

"Your Majesty is already a young man, and the mourning period is over. I'm afraid there will be many matters to be dealt with in the morning court tomorrow. These days are not a good time to mention this matter."

The Duke nodded and said, "For Yongle's wedding, in addition to the dowry given by the royal family, our Dingguo Mansion cannot be stingy." Thinking of this, he gave him another instruction:

"Your wife has a good relationship with Yongle, and she is also his aunt. Let her discuss with your mother and your eldest sister-in-law to decide how much dowry to give to Yongle."

Speaking of Yongle's wedding, the consort was the third cousin of the youngest daughter-in-law. And there was also the relative Qin Lang who was only a few years older than the youngest son. After all this, the seniority was completely messed up.

After saying that, the Duke waved his hand and started to drive people away, "Okay, if you have nothing else to do, go back."

When the prince returned to Songtao Garden, the eldest daughter-in-law Meng, Chen Ge'er and the Ninth Young Master were talking with Wang in the west room.

Wang seemed to be in a good mood today. After taking off her thick, plain-colored winter clothes, she seemed to look a few years younger.

Jiang Nanyiyi suddenly realized that his wife's face looked better when the lights were dim.

Hearing the voice of greeting outside the house, and seeing the prince walking in, Wang stood up and greeted him, with a deeper smile on her face, "The prince is back."

Jiang Nanyi nodded, and the belt around his waist, carrying a faint fragrance, brushed against Wang's fingertips as he walked.

Meng put her eldest son down on the ground, bowed to her father-in-law, and then whispered to her son to say hello.

Chen Ge'er clenched his little hands, stuck out his little butt, and said in a baby voice, "Hello, Grandpa. Chen Ge misses you." His chubby little face was filled with an innocent smile.

The prince sat on the Arhat bed and waved to his eldest grandson. Seeing this, Mrs. Meng gently pushed her son.

Chen Ge'er ran over and hugged the prince's thighs, tilted his little head back, and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

The prince bent down, held Chen Ge'er in his arms, and when he looked up, he saw Jiang Chengliang sitting on the big kang by the window.

He was about to forget the appearance of that skinny horse, but he remembered that she had told him more than once that their child looked very much like her.

Looking at the silly-looking child not far away, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of disgust on his face.

The Ninth Young Master stood up from the kang. He still remembered what his eldest sister-in-law had taught him, and he bowed to the Young Master in a proper manner. He said the three words "Hello, Father" haltingly.

Seeing this, Wang sneered.

The son of a lowly person is not worthy of being on the stage. As if sensing Wang's attitude, the Ninth Young Master finished his greetings and leaned behind Meng, whispering, "Sister-in-law, be afraid."

Wang glanced at him and looked up to tease the eldest grandson in the prince's arms.

That bastard knows how to find a backer. He used to look so pitiful when he saw the fifth brother's wife, and now he is sticking to the eldest daughter-in-law like this.

Meng Shi noticed her mother-in-law's displeasure and asked the servants to take the Ninth Master out to play. After getting the consent of her parents-in-law, she also left with Chen Ge'er.

Wang took the teacup from the servant's tray and placed it on the table beside the prince. She smiled and asked, "Your Highness, you look so refreshed. Is there anything good going on?"