The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

The servant girl was terrified when she heard it, and hurriedly lowered her head to look at her own toes, wishing she could disappear into the room.

Jiang Dan glimpsed her movements from the corner of his eye, a sarcastic smile raised his lips, and turned to look at Basho outside the window.

...

"Miss, miss, slow down." Dragonfly patted Jiang Susu's back carefully, and Jiang Susu was scratching her throat and vomiting non-stop.

Since the day when Xia Yan's accident happened, Jiang Susu vomited whatever she ate. If she didn't know the inside story, the maid would probably think that Jiang Susu was offended.

Jiang Susu pushed the dragonfly away, covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said in embarrassment: "Get out!"

Dragonfly had no choice but to back out with the silver tray. Jiang Susu leaned on the chair, only feeling the pain in her stomach, and the words Jiang Ruan said to her that day came back to her ears: because, the Zihe cart was discarded by her mother herself.

Only when you understand the meaning of Jiang Ruan's words, can you realize how terrible these words are. Jiang Susu just wanted to escape her stomach, as long as she thought of what she had eaten...she would vomit in a daze.

Butterfly, that bitch, actually bought back such a Zihe car. Jiang Susu had already tortured her severely and threw her out of the house. Naturally, she couldn't keep her if she did such a thing. Jiang Susu has been having nightmares every night for the past few days. When she screamed out of the dream, her head was covered with sweat, and she just felt anxious. She took the bronze mirror on one side, and saw that her originally beautiful and refined face had become haggard. , not as beautiful as it used to be.

"Bitch!" She threw the bronze mirror to the ground, her brows were full of anxiety.

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The nominally newly built small Buddhist hall in Jiang's mansion is just a dark room that has been in disrepair for a long time. Located in the most remote corner of Jiang's Mansion, there are only dilapidated excavations, dry wells, and a few dead trees in the yard. It looks gloomy, as if it doesn't get a ray of sunshine all year round.

Two dark-skinned women guarded the door, chatting while eating melon seeds, perhaps they were talking about the people in the small Buddhist hall, and looked back at the Buddhist hall from time to time, their eyes full of contempt.

Jiang Ruan happened to see this scene when he brought Tianzhu and Zisu over. When the two women saw Jiang Ruan, they stood up without even caring about the melon seeds, nodded and bowed their heads to say hello.

The servants in the mansion have already spread the rumors about what happened in the past few days. Originally, Xia Yan seized the opportunity, but he was swayed by this unobtrusive eldest daughter, and fell to this point. The servants are not blind, and they can clearly see the affairs between the masters, and it is clear that this young lady is much more sophisticated than the madam. Thinking about Jiang Ruan being the celebrity in front of the queen mother now, wouldn't it be easy to deal with a woman in the mansion. Therefore, even though they knew that Jiang Quan didn't like this daughter-in-law, no one dared to despise Jiang Ruan, and they were still respectful on weekdays.

Jiang Ruan smiled slightly, waved her hands and said, "I'll come in to see my mother." Zisu stepped forward and stuffed two purses full of broken silver into the hands of the two women.

The two wives just weighed their purses calmly, and their faces burst into smiles: "Miss, why be polite, if you want to come, just tell me directly. The old servant will open the door for the eldest lady." After finishing speaking, he took out the hanging bag The iron key on the neck opened the door of the house.

Only then did a few people see clearly that the door of the house was re-forged with iron, and the door bolt was still outside. This is the grandiose way of locking Xia Yan up.

After the two wives opened the door, they moved aside, Jiang Ruan led Tianzhu in, Zisu stood outside the door, the wives understood, walked to the other side from a distance, and couldn't hear what the people inside were saying .

The room was pitch-black, with only one small window open, and even the small window was nailed shut with wooden boards. There is nothing in it.

Xia Yan had heard Jiang Ruan's voice from the window a long time ago, but at the moment he just didn't know. Tianzhu lit the oil lamp, and he could see clearly in the room. There was only a wooden bed covered with a thin blanket, damp and dirty. A wooden table, a grass futon, an altar, and a clay statue of Guanyin. Xia Yan knelt on the grass futon, closed his eyes, and seemed to be praying sincerely.

Jiang Ruan sat down on the only chair in front of the wooden table and looked around. Presumably Jiang Quan was really furious with Xia Yan, the house was like this, almost comparable to the "home" in her village. Feng Shui took turns, Xia Yan told Zhang Lan's family to "entertain" Jiang Ruan, but he never thought that he would fall into the same situation today.

Xia Yan's legs were already numb from kneeling, her knees were painful and itchy, the place was humid and not ventilated, and when it rained, it was chilly and cold, but within a few days, she actually suffered from rheumatism. But Jiang Quan issued a death order again, and no one was allowed to visit. The person who came to visit today was Jiang Ruan, a thorn in her side.

Xia Yan originally wanted to ignore Jiang Ruan, but Jiang Ruan was too calm to make a sound, and sat quietly in the room. But her kneeling was really uncomfortable, she finally opened her eyes, and said in a flat tone, "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Ruan looked at her with a smile: "After three days of farewell, you should look at her with admiration. My mother has only cultivated her body here for a few days, but she seems to have also been contaminated with Buddha nature. Seeing that the clouds are calm and the wind is much lighter."

Xia Yan was out of breath, and she tried her best to pretend to be the same kind and gentle talented woman as before. But looking down, the clothes are stained with oil and dirt, and it looks greasy. Also because he was locked in this place, he couldn't take a bath every day as usual, and his whole body exuded a stench. Her once proud long hair was now a mess and knotted in the middle. As for the appearance... With his eyes closed, Xia Yan can also imagine how ugly he is now.

In front of Jiang Ruan's smiling gaze, Xia Yan felt as if she was stripped naked and still in the market to watch. How does she accept this feeling.

She looked up at Jiang Ruan, Jiang Ruan was wearing a begonia-colored embroidered dress, with black hair and snow skin, red lips and white teeth, even in a dark room, her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliance. This brilliance made her just sitting in front of the wooden table, but she seemed to be sitting on the most honored seat in the world. That smiling gaze looked down, like looking at an ant in the dust, full of ridicule.

Xia Yan trembled all over, the more glamorous Jiang Ruan was, the more embarrassed she was. At this moment, Xia Yan thought of the scene when he first met Zhao Mei many years ago.

Many years ago, she was known as a talented woman in the capital, and she was good at poetry and painting. The female workers are all proficient in piano and chess, which makes almost all men fall in love and women envy.

But she still couldn't marry into an official family as his wife, just because her father was a concubine in the mansion, and even her status was not high. Those princes and generals could marry her back as a concubine, but not a wife.

The most unsatisfactory thing in the world is not a beautiful woman with old age and white hair, but that she has everything, but because her status is not as good as others, she has to be inferior to others everywhere. The young Xia Yan's heart is higher than the sky, and he is determined to find a good marriage. At this time, she met Jiang Quan. Jiang Quan is an upstart in the imperial court. He is elegant and handsome, with a personable demeanor. He is in love with her as a concubine, but she is not the one who will marry in the end.