The poisonous concubine is very arrogant, making the crippled king blush and his heart beat fast

It was almost dark.

Wen Mohan sat in the yard, glanced at the sky, put down the chess piece in his hand, and lost interest in playing chess.

Yun Ying, who was now at the front, nodded and reported, "Princess Qingcheng hit the princess with a teacup, and then the princess provoked..."

He recounted what had happened, and Wen Mohan couldn't help but sneer, "Could it be that there's a blade installed on the cup?"

The cup broke when it fell to the ground, but it was still intact when it hit my leg.

If the leg is cut and bleeding continues in this situation, then there is only one possibility.

Yun Ying bit her lip and said with a stifled laugh, "It seems she was trying to extort money, using you and the government as a threat. She frightened the princess quite a bit, and in the end the princess was magnanimous enough to offer compensation for the medical expenses."

"After receiving the silver, the princess went shopping in a carefree manner. You can't tell if she was actually injured. I took a look at the teahouse entrance, and it wasn't real blood at all."

Wen Mohan rubbed his brows. This Jiang Mengli really gave him one surprise after another. Not only was he a doctor, but he was also a swindler.

After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes and said, "This princess of mine is quite troublesome. She prepared a carriage to go to the Jiang residence, but ran back to her parents' home before the day of returning home. It's really rude."

It was completely dark and candles were lit in Jiang's house.

Jiang Mengli took Jiang's pulse at the bedside and found that she was rather weak, malnourished, had severe anemia, and had lung disease.

cough...cough...cough...

Jiang would cough from time to time, and this had been going on for several years.

Because I didn't have much money, I got medicine intermittently and had to consult quack doctors.

"A-Li, when did you learn how to take a pulse?" Jiang looked at her with a kind smile, "You're quite good at it, it really looks like the real thing."

Jiang Mengli lied in response: "I have been learning secretly, but I just didn't tell you. I also know acupuncture."

cough cough...

"I... cough cough..." Jiang coughed until her face flushed slightly. After a few breaths, she recovered and said, "I don't believe you. You are so busy on weekdays, how can you have time to learn?"

In the past, the grandparents and grandchildren depended on each other and basically lived under the same roof every day, so they knew everything they did on a daily basis.

There was only one disabled servant in the house. Jiang was old and in poor health. She usually just did sewing and mending. All other things were done by Jiang Mengli and Lingqiao.

Jiang Mengli took out a cough medicine and said, "I'll learn before going to bed at night. Come, come, take this and you'll feel better."

Jiang didn't know the effect of the medicine, but still took it with a smile.

As the medicine slid down my throat, a cool sensation began to spread to my internal organs, and my breathing became much smoother.

"This medicine feels quite comfortable after taking it. It must have cost a lot of money." She thought Jiang Mengli had bought it. "Since you have married Prince Ning, you belong to the Prince Jing's Mansion. Go back quickly."

"If you go back to your parents' home now, you will definitely make your mother-in-law unhappy. You have to bow your head and behave yourself under someone else's roof. I am much better now and can take care of myself."

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and several people turned their heads to look at the same time.

The person who came was Jiang Changhe, followed by Tang.

"What Prince Ning? He didn't even marry into Prince Jing's Mansion!" Jiang Changhe walked into the room with a gloomy face as he waved his sleeves.

Didn't marry into Prince Jing's Mansion!!

Jiang's face turned pale instantly, and she frowned and looked at Jiang Mengli, "What's going on?"

Lingqiao hurriedly stopped the two of them and said stubbornly, "Get out! Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you still here?"

Tang pushed her away and said, "Get out of here, you bitch! When did it ever get a servant's turn to speak? Since your family has no male heirs, this place should be ours!"

"Isn't your face hurting enough?!" Jiang Mengli stood up and looked at her coldly, his breath cold and his eyes filled with murderous intent. "If you don't get out of here, don't blame me for being rude!"

Just as she was about to strike, Jiang suddenly spoke up, "A-Li! Ask her to tell you why...why didn't she marry into Prince Jing's mansion?"

Ben's calm mood became a little excited again.

His face was pale, his hands were trembling slightly, and his breathing was not smooth.

Tang raised her lips and sneered, "She's famous now. She shamelessly forced her way into Prince Jing's mansion in her wedding dress, only to be thrown out like trash by Prince Ning."

"She was so shameless, she chose a husband on the street, and in the end she thought she had picked up a treasure, but ended up marrying a disabled prince, hahahaha..."

"What's even more shameful is that Prince Ning has to call the disabled prince "Uncle." Isn't it incest for him to marry his nephew's fiancée? It's so shameful."

After saying that, he burst into laughter, waiting for the old lady to vomit blood and die of anger.

As a result, apart from her laughter, everyone in the room was eerily quiet.

Tang stopped laughing and looked at Jiang. "Uh... don't you get angry about this? She married a cripple, and he's Prince Ning's uncle!"

Jiang smiled calmly, "Good thing, why should we pick on you like this? According to the rules, you must kneel down respectfully and kowtow, and respectfully address A-li as Princess."

Jiang Changhe: “…”

Tang's: "..."

Jiang Mengli finally breathed a sigh of relief, and walked up to the two of them with a smile on his face, "I feel sick just seeing you. Now I'm giving you a chance to pack up and get out!"

The two of them still stood there with their necks stiff, not wanting to move at all.

Tang said confidently, hands on hips, "Why are you leaving? I said this is my home from now on!"

Jiang Changhe also agreed with a sullen face, "Yes, we won't leave. After the old lady dies, will this house be given to Jiang Mengli, the married woman?"

They were determined to occupy the house and felt they were particularly justified.

Jiang Mengli was almost laughing out of anger. He flexed his wrist and said, "How could there be such a shameless person in the world? I'll count to three, one, two!"

Then he suddenly kicked Jiang Changhe with a whirlwind kick, and the whole person flew backwards, forming a perfect arc under the night sky, and landed on the ground with a "bang".

what……

"It hurts so much, someone's killing me..." Jiang Changhe wailed on the ground, "I... I'm the chief clerk of the government office!"

Tang was so frightened that she was at a loss for words. She opened her mouth for a long time before she reacted and hurried out, "Oh my, my husband...!"

"Shut up!" Jiang Mengli waved his hand, closing the door. He shouted at the door, "If you don't get out of here, I'll send you to hell!"

Jiang on the bed was stunned. Is this... is this still her weak yet tough granddaughter?

Tang, still frightened, helped Jiang Changhe away in a hurry, cursing.

"This vicious woman, married to a cripple and yet still so arrogant, really thinks she is a princess."

"A prince who has been away from home recuperating for years is clearly a powerless, sickly person who is disliked by the emperor."

"How good can the prince who is willing to marry her be? I don't know what kind of sickness he has become. Maybe he is old and ugly. He married Jiang Mengli because he couldn't find a wife! She..."

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

Yun Jian held up a lantern and shone it on their faces. "Who are you scolding?"

At this time, Tang saw Wen Mohan in the wheelchair. He was not wearing a veil at the moment, and his face was so handsome that it made people hold their breath.

Tang watched intently, grinning, "We are scolding Jiang... Jiang Mengli and her husband. She is the daughter of a lowly criminal. How good can anyone be if they are willing to marry her?"

Wen Mohan's fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, "Really?"

Only Yun Jian knew that every time his master calmly tapped the armrest, it meant he was very angry.

Tang nodded, "That's right, but who are you?"

Wen Mohan raised his handsome eyes expressionlessly, and said word by word in a voice as cold as ice: "Jiang Mengli's ugly and old husband... Prince Yu."