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While speaking, his eyes were also looking at Jiuli, his eyes were sparkling with expectation and hope, and he wrote, "Just teach me, I also want to be as powerful as you," with a little desire.

"Then Jiang Jiang has to change his habits. How can he have the time to learn this if he stays in bed all day?" Jiuli pinched Jiang San's waist with her fingertips, her tone gentle and casual.

"Ah, you have to get up early?" Jiang San's pretty eyes lost their luster for a moment, but when he thought about what happened just now, he felt that if he learned it, he would not be bullied by others. He gritted his teeth and said, "Learn."

"If my wife is willing to teach me, I am willing to learn." Jiang San nodded, fearing that Jiuli would go back on her word. "My wife, you must not go back on your word. I want to be as powerful as you."

"Of course I keep my word," Jiuli held Jiang San in her arms and lifted the tile next to her with her backhand.

"My dear wife, please open the door wider. I can't hear clearly what they are saying." Jiang San's attention was shifted to the main house of the Jiang family, and he put his ear close to the hole.

"You, don't let anyone see you." Jiuli pulled Jiang San's head back, "Watch carefully."

"But if I can't hear, can I still see?" Jiang San looked at Jiuli in confusion. Isn't this a bit strange?

I will be slapped in the face by my own words soon. I can indeed see it, and I can see it very clearly. It is so blatant.

By the way, when he was at Jiang's house, how come he didn't know that Jiang's mother had the habit of counting money before going to bed, and there was so much money?

"Qingnu can read lips. It doesn't matter if you can't hear clearly. I'll ask her to repeat it to you when we get home." Jiuli touched the back of Jiang San's head, her tone very gentle.

"Qingnu can do this?" Jiang San looked at him in confusion, and thought about it, so he should know how to do it, right? How could his wife lie to him?

Qingnu nodded silently and took over the responsibility. She was not the one who could lip read, but since His Highness had said it, she had to reply and would study hard tomorrow.

"Yes, she knows a lot," Jiuli's words frightened Qingnu. Could it be that there were other pots for her? ?

"The more I know, the better I can protect my wife, and I will feel more at ease," Jiang San nodded, looking serious.

"How can there be so many dangers?" Jiuli disagreed. Although she seemed unconcerned, Jiang San actually had many secret guards around him. "But I accept Jiang Jiang's concern."

He pointed down and saw Jiang's father and mother reluctantly groping for a few large hairpins inlaid with rubies and red corals. They were shining with gold and it was obvious that they were not theirs.

Next to it is an extremely beautiful phoenix crown that perfectly blends pink pearls and blue gemstones. It is so beautiful that the words "gorgeous and exquisite" are not enough to describe its beauty.

Not to mention that the banknotes and other things were completely different from what was shown, Jiang San couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

"My dear wife, could that be the betrothal gift you gave me?" The hairpin looked familiar to Jiang San no matter how he looked at it.

"Those hairpins are indeed betrothal gifts. As for the phoenix crown, I wonder where it came from," Jiuli frowned. Why did she feel that the style of the phoenix crown was very similar to that of a product from the palace?

"The betrothal gift from my wife is mine," Jiang San said with a slightly cold look.

"Of course it's yours." Jiuli stroked Jiang San's hair. Even if he didn't say it, she had no plan to keep it here for long.

Jiang's mother, who had no idea that there was someone on the roof, was full of pride. She became more and more proud of her own wisdom and intelligence back then. If she hadn't acted decisively, how could things be like this now?

So much money belongs to her, and there will be more in the future. Just thinking about it makes her feel very happy. However, Jiang Sheng is getting older and has his own ideas.

And Jiang San is becoming more and more disobedient. If she had known this, she should not have been so blinded by money that she married Jiang San to that man!

"Da Lang, how much silver do you have?" Jiang's mother suddenly raised her eyes to look at Jiang's father, and looked at the banknotes on the table and felt something was wrong.

Why does she look less than before? ? ?

"Three hundred taels," Jiang's father quietly stuffed the hidden banknotes back and sat there obediently without daring to move.

"You'd better not move, otherwise, haha." Jiang's mother snatched the silver and looked at her gold jewelry carefully.

"Why is the little golden lock missing?" Jiang's mother looked at Jiang's father with a scrutinizing gaze, her eyes were so sinister that it was creepy.

"Where is the little golden lock missing?" Jiang's father looked puzzled, but he was actually filled with panic in his heart.

"It's the red gold longevity lock inlaid with seven treasures, with two South China Sea pearls hanging from it. It's the one that Xiao San was wearing when she was brought back." Jiang's mother raised her voice slightly, with a sense of compulsion.

There weren't many people here, and Jiang's mother felt relieved that no one would come and stare at the Jiang family's mess. She simply said it directly, her eyes still on Jiang's father.

"I know exactly what's missing," Jiang's mother glanced around casually, pulled out the stick next to her, weighed it in her hand, and her meaning was quite clear.

Since you don't like too many good days, you might as well try this stick. I think it will be very delicious.

When Jiang San heard that Xiao San was brought back and saw the longevity lock made of red gold inlaid with seven treasures and a South China Sea pearl hanging from its neck, he was stunned and leaned in Jiuli's arms with a dull expression.

It was just speculation before, but now it has become a reality.

It turns out that he is really not a child of the Jiang family. No wonder he has been disliked since he was a child, and no wonder they are so cruel.

Jiuli held Jiang San's hands tightly, said nothing, and just patted Jiang San's back soothingly.

"Wife, my dear wife, please calm down," Jiang's father was so frightened that his face turned pale and the golden hairpin on his head fell off.

"Calm down?" Jiang's mother's eyes became more severe. "You'd better hand it over to me, or you can't use it to buy alcohol again."

As he spoke, he tapped his palm with the stick, "Don't you know the importance of that thing? If they knew about it, would you still be able to live your good life now?"

Father Jiang moved his body silently. Oh my god, he really didn’t know where that thing had gone. How could he explain this?

"Aren't I always with you? Even if I'm not with you, I'm always with the men at the village entrance. How can I have time to do this?" Jiang's father found a loophole before the stick came down.

The stick in Jiang's mother's hand only paused for a moment before hitting down, causing Jiang's father to wail.

Jiang San, who was on the roof, was so frightened that he trembled and grabbed Jiuli's sleeve tightly. Only then did he realize that although he seemed to have walked out of the shadow brought by Jiang's father and mother, he had actually never walked out.

"My dear wife, let's go home." Jiang San buried his head in Jiuli's shoulder, his tone calm but with a hint of fragility and helplessness.

"Okay." Jiuli knew that knowing that this was not his biological child was a blow to Jiang San, so she just hugged Jiang San tightly and jumped off the roof.