Confiscated property and exiled? I and the charlatan prince are competing against each other

"Why is she here?" Jiang Yiqi took a big bite of the braised meat and looked at Jiang Qingyue with a particularly unfriendly look.

After all, this guy used to bully her and her sister together with her fat brother Jiang Congrui.

He doesn't like this cousin!

"It's Qingyue." Gu Li said with a smile.

Seeing the reaction from the second room, Jiang Qingyue slowly walked over here.

The aroma of the braised pork noodles was still very strong, not to mention the close contact, which immediately aroused Jiang Qingyue's appetite.

She felt a little unbalanced. The Second Branch was able to eat and dress well during exile, all thanks to Prince Chen.

If she had been the one who married Prince Chen, even if she was exiled, she wouldn't have to suffer the pain she is experiencing now.

You can get commoner status and ride in a carriage.

The more Jiang Qingyue thought about it, the more regretful she felt, and she hated both Jiang Yining and Shi Henian in her heart.

Jiang Yining and Shi Henian were childhood sweethearts. Sometimes Shi Henian would go to see Jiang Yihao under the pretext of visiting him, but in reality he was visiting Jiang Yining, and she would also show up in the courtyard of the second house.

But there was no way. Shi Henian was like a blind man. There was only Jiang Yining in his eyes, as if he couldn't see her at all. As Jiang Yining's cousin, Shi Henian had no respect for her at all.

There was another time when she had a conflict with Jiang Yining and was almost dragged out and beaten in a sack by Shi Henian's guards.

Jiang Yining suppressed the hatred for these two people in his heart, looked at Gu Li with a smile: "Second Aunt, it was Second Uncle who asked me to come."

As she spoke, she carefully opened her palm, revealing a silver note folded into small pieces.

She avoided the sight of others and quickly stuffed the banknote into Gu Li's hand:

"This is hidden by my second uncle. He has always wanted to tell you that divorce was not his original intention and he regrets it. He was just afraid that you, second aunt, still resented him, so he didn't dare to come here by yourself, so he asked me to come here."

"He hid these five taels of silver secretly. They were the only money he had."

"Since you've already divorced, his money is his. You can go back. I don't need it." Gu Li said silently as he stuffed the banknote back into Jiang Qingyue's hand.

"Aunt, uncle asked me to come here to express his apology to you. He misses you and the children." Jiang Qingyue was unwilling and pulled with Gu Li, wanting to give her the banknote.

Gu Li thought to himself that since he had severed ties with the Jiang family, there was no reason for him to get stuck with them again.

Who knows if I will have to pay back five hundred or five thousand taels in the future after taking these five taels?

She was already afraid of the Jiang family, especially Old Madam Jiang and the first wife.

But Jiang Qingyue insisted on forcing it in, and Gu Li had no choice.

Until a hand reached out and snatched the five taels of silver.

Jiang Qingyue looked up and saw that it was Jiang Yiming.

He unfolded the banknote to confirm its authenticity and nodded: "It's real. I'll take it."

"A Ming." Gu Li looked at him worriedly.

After all, only by not taking the Jiang family’s things can we completely break off ties with them.

But Jiang Yiming smiled at her in a soothing manner: "Mom, this is my father's money. Now I am the only child left in the second house, so it should belong to me."

When Jiang Qingyue saw the silver note being left, she didn't care who received it, as long as she accepted it.

After the issue of the banknote was resolved, she was not in a hurry to leave, but her eyes were looking intentionally or unintentionally at the remaining braised pork noodles in the pot.

Since Gu Li and others still have extra food, and she brought some silver notes, as an elder she should at least leave a bowl for her.

Just as she was thinking this, she saw Jiang Yiqi glaring at her, picking up the chopsticks and putting all the remaining braised pork noodles in the pot into his own bowl.

The bowl was twenty centimeters in diameter, larger than his face.

The noodles wrapped in minced meat piled up in his bowl. Jiang Yiqi couldn't hold it with one hand and had to hold the bowl with both hands.