After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Jiang Hao couldn't understand whether Jiang Qiyao lied or Jiang Ming didn't want to see him, so she failed to send the message.

But even if Jiang Ming didn't want to see me, wasn't that just a matter of words?

Seeing that she seemed to have reached a dead end, Xu Xing reminded her, "If you want to know why, it's not that simple. Just go and see Minister Jiang."

Meet Minister Jiang?

Jiang Hao shook her head: "How can I, a woman from the inner house, send him a visiting card?"

If this was feasible, why would she need to go through Jiang Qiyao? Because in the entire Jiang family, she only knew Jiang Qiyao.

Xu Xing couldn't let his unmarried daughter-in-law worry about this, so he called Zhui Feng over and said, "You go there in person and tell them that this prince got a pot of top-quality tea and invite Minister Jiang to taste it."

"Yes!"

Jiang Haoting was shocked and blurted out: "Minister Jiang is also a tea lover?"

Xu Xing smiled but said nothing.

Jiang Ming also loves drinking tea, and he loves all kinds of tea. He is also a frequent customer of Millennium Building.

When Xu Xing was not in Kyoto, Jiang Ming liked to invite three or five colleagues to the Millennium Building to taste tea on their days off. As soon as the tea arrived, the waiters at the Millennium Building would run to the Shangshu Mansion to deliver the message.

Later, when he returned to Beijing, he would meet Jiang Ming five, six, seven or eight times a month, and they became familiar with each other while chatting about tea.

So Xu Xing would occasionally "meet friends over tea" in the Millennium Building. Of course, the people he met were all neutral officials.

As long as it involves party issues, he would consciously keep a distance from the other party, which is why the emperor trusts him.

An hour later, Jiang Hao saw a thin but energetic old man.

Before Jiang Ming came, Jiang Hao had imagined what Jiang Ming would look like as the head of the Ministry of War. At least, he would be taller. But he turned out to be a short man, estimated to be only about 1.6 meters tall.

But Jiang Hao never judges people by their appearance. Since Jiang Ming was able to climb to the position of Minister of War, he must have his outstanding qualities.

After the few people introduced themselves and greeted each other, Jiang Ming learned of Jiang Hao's identity. Even though he was very unhappy in his heart, he still nodded to Jiang Hao in front of Xu Xing.

Judging from Jiang Ming's cold and even disgusted attitude towards him, he really hated the second branch of the Jiang family.

Others love the whole person because of his love for the whole person, but he hates the whole person because of his love for the whole person.

Xu Xing didn't expect that old man Jiang Ming would be so disrespectful. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Hao say, "Minister Jiang, the second branch of the Jiang family has severed ties with my mother. Naturally, we have nothing to do with the Jiang family."

Jiang Ming had never expected Jiang Hao to be so straightforward. His hand holding the teacup shook in shock.

He raised his head and looked at her carefully again. She looked calm and met his gaze without dodging or avoiding it.

"In this case, please keep your promise and never interfere with each other."

Jiang Hao's words were very blunt and unpleasant to hear.

However, Jiang Ming understood what she meant: "Did someone from the second house come to see you?"

Jiang Hao said nothing and acquiesced to Jiang Ming's question.

With a "bang", Jiang Ming was so angry that he stopped drinking his tea. He thanked Xu Xing and left the Millennium Building in a hurry.

"County Lady, why did you deliberately make him angry?"

Zhang Zhongjing came up from the corner and asked in confusion.

Jiang Hao's answer was beyond everyone's expectations, but it was indeed the Jiang Hao they knew: "Why? Because he didn't treat me well after he knew who I was!"

She has never been one to suffer losses!