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

Shengjing was extremely stuffy in midsummer; walking on the bluestone road felt like walking on a steamer.

"Master Jiang, please stay."

Jiang Nansheng turned around after hearing this. The sun was shining on his upper body, leaving a tall shadow on the stone road in front of him. He nodded when he saw the person behind him, "Minister Dong, please speak."

There was no sign of fatigue on his jade-white face. In contrast, the man who called him had a face as red as a thin-skinned persimmon and a layer of oil on it.

He kept waving the folding fan in his hand, and said breathlessly, "I heard that Mingxiang Pavilion has a new kind of herbal tea, and there are songs to listen to at this time every day. Sir Jiang, are you interested in going there to sit for a while?"

Dong Gaozhan stood unconsciously in the shadow on the ground and continued to lobby, "Master Jiang doesn't have a lovely wife at home, why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

Jiang Nansheng turned around with a gentle and calm face, and smiled and rejected his invitation, "If we just go to the restaurant to have a drink, it's fine, but if we just listen to some music, forget it."

As he moved, the shadow on the ground moved away, and the man narrowed his eyes instantly.

Dong Gaozhan followed him and did not miss his words. He laughed twice and said, "Forget about drinking in this weather. Everyone knows that Lord Jiang is famous for his huge capacity and can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

Jiang Nansheng strode out of the Hanlin Academy, and heard a colleague next to him say, "I heard that Lord Jiang was taught by Master Wang of Jiuhua Mountain when he was young. I wonder what he thinks of the Jinshi candidates who passed the imperial examination this year?"

He didn't stop walking, but he didn't speak again.

Suddenly the air became more depressing.

Seeing that he got no reply, Dong Gaozhan kept waving the fan in his hand, making a whistling sound.

"Although Gu'an is a good place, it is a bit hard for Lord Jiang to go on duty every day."

Jiang Nansheng stood in front of the Hanlin Academy, looked down at him, and smiled, "You and I are both helping His Majesty to relieve his worries, so why should we talk about hard work?"

Dong Gaozhan stopped fanning himself, and then bowed respectfully upwards, "The weather is too hot, and I was a little rude in my words."

The smile on his face was still there, but his expression kept changing. Beads of sweat flowed down his temples and nose, and finally fell.

Under the locust tree not far from the courtyard gate, a horse with a Dang Lu on its head raised its head proudly, with a fat and strong body and shiny skin.

Seeing its master coming out, it raised its neck high, stretched its waist, its fur all over its body became shiny, and its strong front hooves fell to the ground again, making only a faint stepping sound.

Jiang Nansheng looked over and said to Dong Gaozhan, "If Minister Dong is interested, Nansheng will treat colleagues to a drink at Qianwei Tower some other day. We won't leave until we are drunk."

Dong Gaozhan was standing under the door beam. When he saw Jiang Nansheng getting on the carriage, his eyes followed him closely. The smile on his face became even wider. He held the fan that had been folded in his hand and bowed in his direction.

Jiang Nansheng had the same smile on his face as before, gentle and calm. He nodded and the curtain beside him fell.

Xuan Lian waited until the carriage started moving again before speaking, "Fifth Master."

Jiang Nansheng withdrew his gaze from the outside, took the tea handed to him by the servant, took a sip and put down the teacup. The wind blew in from the window as the carriage moved, and the heat dissipated a little with the wind.

"Has someone been delivered?"

Xuan Lian lowered his head and replied, "Master Wu, it was a maid named Bai Zhi, a young guard named Gao De, and a middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper who came to pick us up."

After a long while, Jiang Nansheng spoke again, "Didn't you bring any message?"

Xuan Lian lowered his head and did not notice that his master's hands seemed to be at a loss, or that his earlobes were flushed with red.

"Before leaving, Bai Zhi said something to me."

"What did you say?"

"That girl said that their young lady will remember this favor and will be sent generous gifts to the mansion in the future." After saying that, Xuan Lian looked at the Fifth Master in confusion.

The master has always been calm and unhurried, and it is rare to see him eager to know something.

The corners of Jiang Nansheng's lips couldn't help but rise, his eyebrows slightly curved, "Isn't the gift she gave enough? Nonsense..." The last two words were so light that they seemed to be held in his throat.

Xuan Lian nodded and agreed, "Yes, Fifth Master, I also said that it is not so easy to pass things into the Princess's Mansion."

The teacup on the small table rolled to the ground in front of him, and he heard the Fifth Master's somewhat nervous voice, "Princess's Mansion?"

Xuan Lian put the dirty teacup into the box, bent over and poured another cup of tea for his master, without delaying what he was about to say.

"Yes, Bai Zhi was talking about their young lady. She said that she remembered the princess's kindness and gave me a silver coin."

Jiang Nansheng closed his eyes and placed his hands on his raised thighs. The mutton-fat jade pendant in his palm carried his high body temperature.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, she...did she forget again?

Gu Jinchu has not forgotten how much his father longed to have a legitimate son in his previous life.

But her mother told her at Moxiangju at that time, 'You can't have a child alone...'

She then realized that her mother had not let her father stay overnight at Moxiangju for a long time.

My mother said that after she knew Aunt Lian was pregnant, she began to avoid my father's presence.

She was able to accept her father's concubines, one after another. It was because of this disgust and indifference that she was able to stay in the Gu family's backyard for so many years.

How ironic! In my grandmother's heart, no matter how much my mother supported the Gu family, her biggest mistake was not giving birth to a legitimate son.

If she had not been born as a legitimate daughter, my grandmother would have asked my father to send my mother back home with a letter of divorce, and would have also withheld her huge dowry.

Bai Zhi knew that the Third Miss was in a bad mood after returning from Moxiangju, so she walked in very lightly when she passed on the message.

"Miss Third, Tingyuxuan has asked someone to call a doctor. The people from the outer courtyard have invited Doctor Lu from Baicha Lane."

Gu Jinchu retracted her gaze from the window and held the orange-red pomegranate, which was bigger than her palm. "Doesn't she always go to see Doctor Fang?"

Doctor Fang lived in Liushu Hutong and was very close to the Li family members outside. He could be considered a close friend of Aunt Lian and Mrs. Gu Li.

"It is said that Doctor Fang has not been in Xianghe recently, so he went to Baicha Lane."

"Yeah." Gu Jinchu agreed after hearing this. All the mistakes made by Aunt Lian in recent times were planned by her. She is not a person who gives away evidence, otherwise what she did secretly over the years would not have been leak-proof.

Qiu Wen sent Doctor Lu out of the Chuihua Gate, looking a little absent-minded.

"The girl is weak in Qi and blood, and her uterus is cold, so it may be difficult for her to get pregnant..."

Doctor Lu’s hair was gray, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak when he said this, and one could sense regret in his words.

Doctor Fang also said something similar. Her aunt felt sorry for her at the time and asked Doctor Fang to prescribe a lot of herbal medicine for her.

Aunt Lian said that Ting Yuxuan couldn't have only Sister Yan as her child. No matter which of them, the master or the servant, was pregnant, the children would be a help to each other in the future.

Back at Tingyu Pavilion, the little maids were fumigating mugwort and hanging purses.

She was their age when she was sold in, and more than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The door to the inner room was open. Just as I was wondering why no one was guarding here, I heard my name from the conversation inside.