The princess only wants to get rich and support her family

When Jiang Wu returned to Taohua Village, it was already late at night. The light from the lanterns on the beams rippled in his eyes. He stared at the letter in his hand for a moment, then turned back to his horse, unable to settle his mind.

Jiang Ling heard the sound of horse hooves and opened the door. He saw his colleague standing alone on the side of the road in a daze. He called out to him and brought a stove to warm up the wine.

It has been more than three months since we last had a drink and a chat. Now we are drinking and chatting again. The plum tree in front of the hall is in full bloom in this slightly cold weather.

Jiang Wu treats Jiang Ling like his own elder brother. Whenever he has something on his mind, he tells him and Jiang Ling is always the first to answer his questions.

This time was no exception. He spread out the letter and pushed it in front of Jiang Ling. He talked about the letter that the Concubine had read that year. "The handwriting is the same. It must be the same person. Now I don't dare to tell the Queen, for fear that she will really go to the northwest with Jiang Shi."

Jiang Ling poured him a glass of wine and advised: "If the queen wants to go, we can't stop her."

"Are we going to watch her die?"

Jiang Ling said: "What do you think the prince meant by keeping us with the queen? Isn't it just to let us follow a different master and respect the queen?"

"I understand what you mean. But she..." Those lively eyes and pitiful state flashed through his mind. Jiang Wu couldn't bear to agree to let Hu Luanfei go to the barbarian land in the northwest.

He tried to convince himself that as long as he did his part, everything would be fine.

But when he looked back at those ramshackle and dilapidated huts, inside lived a woman who could conquer everyone. Even the strongest heart could not resist her tearful look of asking for help.

If I don't agree to her, my heart will hurt.

If I agree to her, my heart will hurt.

Fortunately, he held the letter tightly and simply ignored the matter.

"You take it. She said I was afraid of death and didn't dare to accompany her to the northwest."

Jiang Wu placed the inexplicable letter on the table. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. He came and left in a hurry.

The sky was so dark that it seemed to be falling.

Jiang Ling unfolded the letter and immediately saw the beautiful handwriting.

Wen Ruoxue took out a robe and prepared to put it on Jiang Ling. When she passed behind him, she suddenly recognized the handwriting.

"Is it a letter from Aunt Xiuhe?" She read ten lines at a glance and remembered them all. The meaning of the words immediately made Wen Ruoxue shut up.

Unexpectedly, before she understood what was happening, her wrist fell into Jiang Ling's hands.

He stood up and asked excitedly, "Who is the Aunt Xiuhe you are talking about?"

Wen Ruoxue gasped in shock. After she calmed down, she struggled a little, "She was the second-in-command of the Queen Mother. When I was young, I followed my mother into the palace to pay respects to the Queen Mother on her birthday. I had the honor of seeing Aunt Xiuhe write a love letter to someone. I remember it very clearly because her handwriting was beautiful and clear at a glance. At that time, my mother asked for an aunt to teach me, and that aunt was Xiuhe. I will not mistake her handwriting."

Suddenly remembering something, Wen Ruoxue took the letter and observed it carefully, "Aunt Xiuhe rarely writes in this font. I have only seen it once, and since then she has always used cursive script."

For Jiang Ling, Wen Ruoxue's words were undoubtedly timely rain in the desert.

"Xue'er, it's great to have you." He spoke sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

Instantly, Wen Ruoxue seemed to be hit by a meteor from the sky. Her whole body seemed to be about to explode, and her face was red. "Why are you talking about this for no reason? It's so embarrassing."

Jiang Ling folded the letter and glanced at the shabby house. He lowered his head again and saw his wife's shy face. He couldn't help but whispered in her ear: "When the matter between the queen and the prince is settled, let's have a daughter."

The warm breath brushed past like a feather. Wen Ruoxue dodged slightly, but her heart softened into a puddle of mud. She followed his wishes and said softly, "If you like daughters, give birth to daughters. If you like sons, give birth to sons. I'm not picky..."

Jiang Ling was slightly startled, but soon returned to his usual calm state and replied softly, "Then we will have three children, two girls and one boy."

"Ah."

The bleak night killed Hu Luanfei's enthusiasm to find out certain things.

She stood alone at the door, unable to move forward or backward, and just watched them show their affection and love.

The pink bubbles in the courtyard were thick, and she had no reason to break this rare beautiful scenery, so she quietly stepped aside and closed her eyes and covered her ears.

Fortunately, Wen Ruoxue had sharp eyes and caught a glimpse of the light green skirt when she hid. The person squatting under the lantern with eyes closed and ears covered did not notice anyone approaching. When she thought things were about to develop and opened her eyes to peek inside the door, she found that the two people who were inseparable in the courtyard were standing beside her and staring at her thoughtfully.

"Scared—" Hu Luanfei was startled and fell to the ground, staring at the two men with a pair of big eyes in fear, "Why are you walking without making any sound?"

"You were the one who was trying to do something secretly, but now it's our fault." Wen Ruoxue helped her up and wiped the dirt off the back of her skirt. "Fortunately the lights were on, otherwise we would have treated you like a thief, right?"

Hu Luanfei sighed softly, "I heard the sound of horse hooves before, and thought someone wanted to talk to me. After changing clothes, I saw Jiang Wu hurriedly riding away on his horse. I thought he must have something to tell Jiang Ling, so I came over to ask. I didn't expect to run into you..."

The rest of the words faded away, and he glanced at Wen Ruoxue quietly, "Even if our location is remote, you should be more careful. Jiang Shi is still a child, and there are some things that are not suitable for children that he should not see."

It would be fine if we didn't talk about this. As soon as we talked about this, Wen Ruoxue immediately became uneasy, "Let's talk about business, not us."

That's what I want.

Hu Luanfei put on a serious expression and took the initiative, "Let's talk inside."

Three people entered the house one after another.

There were several fire pots burning in the house, and it was warm and not cold at all.

Hu Luanfei took the hot tea handed to him by Wen Ruoxue and got straight to the point, "What did Jiang Wu say to you?"

"The other things are not a big deal, but this..." Jiang Ling unfolded the letter on the table and looked at Wen Ruoxue, "You come and talk to the queen."

Wen Ruoxue said: "I dare to conclude that this letter was written by Aunt Xiuhe who is beside the Queen Mother."

"The Queen Mother's people?" Hu Luanfei frowned, "Why did she write this..." Suddenly she remembered what Jiang Wu said, "Could it be that the Queen Mother's death is related to the Queen Mother?"

Wen Ruoxue said confidently: "Because the prince was once a candidate for the crown prince, it is understandable that the queen mother is uneasy. If you want to get rid of someone, you must make that person isolated and helpless."

Hu Luanfei was not stupid, and he would naturally think of himself, "The reason why I received this letter was nothing more than the handwriting of the Queen Mother."

Wen Ruoxue said: "It's very likely."

"Isn't she afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"How dare she be so sure that Qi Si Liao would be sad and distressed because of my death?"

Wen Ruoxue shook her head, "You still can't see clearly your position in the prince's mind."