After being expelled from the palace, she returned with her cub and amazed the whole city

Seeing Jiang Shuyue's tall back fading away, Jiang Zhengming felt a sense of panic in his heart.

Su's voice and smile during his lifetime suddenly flooded into his mind.

The daughter was babbling and called daddy inarticulately.

When my daughter was a toddler, she stretched out her little hands and rushed towards her, shouting "Daddy, give me a hug".

When Su passed away, the scene where her daughter fainted from crying seemed like yesterday.

The retreating figure becomes blurry.

Outside the door, Mrs. Qu came in a hurry. Yang knew from the look in Mrs. Qu's eyes that her daughter was having trouble with the young master of the Wei family.

Seeing that Jiang Zhengming was in despair, Yang changed his topic sharply, "Husband, it's okay not to want such a wicked girl, we still have a sweet son."

"Shut up!"

With an angry rebuke, Yang was shocked all over.

He took a step forward and stood in front of Jiang Zhengming, leaning towards his face with the fingerprints on it.

He asked hoarsely: "You still tell me to shut up. Look at the good things your evil daughter has done. She dared to attack me in front of you, and you are still cruel to me!"

"It's a hard life to be a concubine, and it's hard to be a stepmother!"

After Yang finished yelling, he continued to cover his face and cry bitterly.

Those red finger prints were very clear, and Yang's cheeks were swollen.

Jiang Zhengming staggered and leaned against the door frame of the ancestral hall, feeling as if all his energy and energy had been drained from his whole body.

He said feebly: "That's all, that's all, just pretend that there has never been her mother and daughter in this family."

"I'll go to Lieutenant Wu and explain it myself."

Yang was overjoyed and quickly stopped crying, "Are you serious about what your husband said?"

"What can be done now? I, Jiang Zhengming, just pretend that I have never given birth to her?"

Yang ignored the pain on her face and held Jiang Zhengming's hand, "Husband, don't be angry. Our dear daughter is filial and well-behaved. Yue Lao will definitely find a good match for her. Just wait and see. ”

The tense atmosphere calmed down, and Mrs. Qu quickly bowed and said, "Madam's face is swollen. I'm going to get some ice and apply it on Madam."

The butler rubbed his red and swollen knees, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, please calm down, I will go see the young lady off."

Seeing the housekeeper limping away, Jiang Zhengming said: "There is no eldest lady in the Jiang family anymore. The eldest lady in the Jiang family has died violently long ago. She just has the same name and a similar surname."

Yang quickly gave a hush order to the servants of the Shangshu Mansion, and continued to claim that Miss Jiang had died suddenly. She was not allowed to reveal a word to the public, otherwise she would be beaten to death with sticks.

…

Jiang Shuyue left the Shangshu's Mansion holding the coffin and got into the carriage. Qiu Ju smiled happily.

"Miss, that slap you just gave me really relieved my anger. I have long wanted to slap that woman with a Buddha face and a snake heart."

"It would be great if this slave could peel off her skin. I really want to peel off her hypocritical face and see what kind of ugly face is underneath."

"What do you think? Are you afraid that your hands will be dirty? Go home and wash your hands." Jiang Shuyue glanced at Yang's right hand with disgust.

Back at the house, Qiu Ju brought some soap, and Jiang Shuyue washed her hands vigorously several times.

"Miss, are we completely separated from Shangshu's Mansion? Will Madam's spiritual tablet be returned to the Su family or enshrined in the Mansion?"

Qiu Ju asked while helping the young lady change her clothes.

Jiang Shuyue was silent for a moment, and decided not to mess with the Su family if she could. She was a person with modern thinking. Some relatives naturally felt that you owed them something. No one had come to her for so many years, and they would break it off if they could.

"My mother is not a kind person. I want to send her spiritual tablet to Qinglian Temple for worship, and then ask the monks to perform a ritual ceremony."

"If I don't go back to Shangshu Mansion, with Jiang Zhengming's temper, he will definitely insist that I am dead. We will try our best to deny our relationship with Jiang Zhengming in the future."

"What the young lady is saying is that there are more people with the surname Jiang. The young lady is more beautiful now than before. We don't admit it. Others only think that the young lady bears a slight resemblance to Miss Jiang."

The next day, Jiang Shuyue and Suisui personally sent Su's spiritual tablet to Qinglian Temple, along with two prescriptions.

"I didn't expect that the donor would come up with the prescription so quickly, Amitabha." Master Huiyuan held the prescription for the epidemic in both hands, as if holding a scripture with piety.

"There is still a prescription being developed, and now we are just one step away from it."

Jiang Shuyue clasped her hands together and said, "I heard that there is a place for enshrining spiritual tablets in the temple. The little girl's mother died young, so I asked the master to arrange for someone to perform a ritual for the little girl's mother and then enshrine her in the temple."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and the benefactor's filial piety is commendable. This poor monk will do it now."

Master Huiyuan led Jiang Shuyue and his party to a hall in the back mountain.

After placing the coffin, he knelt down and paid homage to Sui Sui and raised his head and asked Jiang Shuyue: "Mother, does grandma know that Sui Sui is kowtowing to her?"

Jiang Shuyue: "..."

Qiu Ju quickly said: "Sui Sui is so cute, of course the old lady knows."

"Can grandma hear what I'm saying?"

"Of course, Master Sui Sui can say whatever he wants to the old lady." Qiu Ju knelt beside Sui Sui and said seriously.

She imitates her mother every year, clasping her hands together and mumbling something.

The general idea is to reassure grandma that he will take good care of his mother and earn a lot of money to spend on her.

Master Huiyuan said that it would take three days to do the sermon, and Jiang Shuyue still had a medical clinic that she needed to take care of. She left a sum of money for sesame oil that could be used for several years and went down the mountain.

On the way back, Qiu Ju asked Suisui: "Young Master, just now you said you wanted to earn a lot of money. Can you tell Aunt Qiu Ju how you earn it?"

These days, Nangong Zeyue has been going out early and coming back late with Suisui, and the young lady is too busy to take care of them. Qiuju has wanted to ask for a long time.

Suisui's phoenix eyes rolled around, and she pursed her lips and shook her head, "I can't say it. Uncle Nangong and I have made a promise, so we have to keep it secret."

Jiang Shuyue thought of Nangong Zeyue's traditional craftsmanship, and her heart shuddered.

"Did he take you to rob a house?"

Suisui looked confused, raised her head and asked in a baby voice: "Mom, what is robbing a house?"

"Is it betting on cockfighting?"

Seeing that her mother didn't explain, Suisui asked.

"Master, do you know what cockfighting is?"

"Yes! It's two chickens fighting, and the spectators can bet. If they bet right, they win."

Suisui paused and said: "Uncle Nangong said that this is a serious business."

Jiang Shuyue and Qiuju looked at each other, and they seemed to know the answer. Jiang Shuyue raised her hand and buried her face in her palm.

Oh my God!

It turns out that guy took her son to gamble on cockfighting!

Jiang Shuyue pretended to know nothing. She coughed and said, "Sui Sui, Uncle Nangong is very busy these days. Can mother send you to the school?"

"Mother, the teacher in the school teaches too boring things. Uncle Nangong and Brother Jingxiu in the study have agreed that I will go to the private school of Brother Jingxiu's family, and Brother Jingxiu will be my teacher."

"Did Zhen Jingxiu agree?"

Jiang Shuyue's expression eased a lot. Nangong Zeyue finally did something.

I was also thinking about how to send Sui Sui to Zhen's private school. I didn't expect that Nangong Zeyue and I had the same idea.

"Mother, guess what conditions Brother Jingxiu put forward?"

Jiang Shuyue: "..." Still put forward conditions?