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

Wen Jingyun nodded repeatedly and admitted his mistake. "Grandmother Royal is right. I will definitely find a way to make her leave Prince Yu's Mansion willingly."

"Grandmaster Hong will celebrate his birthday in a couple of days. I will find a chance to have a good chat with her. Grandmother, don't worry. She loved me so much before, it's impossible for her to let go so quickly."

The Empress Dowager agreed with this statement. Many noble men and women in the capital knew that Jiang Mengli was Wen Jingyun's puppet.

He often brought worthless trinkets to please her, such as handkerchiefs, purses, hand-carved wooden hairpins, and belts made by himself...

Every time Wen Jingyun gave the rewards to his servants with disdain and did not appreciate them at all.

"Well, the one who tied the bell must untie it." The Queen Mother responded solemnly, patting his shoulder. "Go back. For the sake of the royal family's reputation, don't let me down. As long as you can successfully coax her into submission, it will be much easier to take action."

Now that I feel the threat from Jiang Mengli, it is not a good thing to let her live. I must get rid of her to feel at ease.

Not only was he afraid that she would collude with Wen Mohan, he was also afraid that she would discover the reason for the Jiang family's defeat.

Wen Jingyun nodded in agreement, "Yes, grandson will do his best to win her heart back."

After saying this, he turned around and left confidently.

After the figure completely disappeared, the queen mother's expression returned to its serious and cold state. She turned back to look at the tied Cheng Jiaojiao and snorted coldly:

"See? I have plenty of people I can use, so why would I care about you? You boasted about a lot of abilities, but you were defeated miserably not long after."

Cheng Jiaojiao burst into tears, her whole body trembling. "I have no merit, but I have worked hard. Please spare my life, Queen Mother. I promise to go far away. Wuwu..."

But she asked the wrong person for help. The Queen Mother was cold-hearted and would not let her live.

The Queen Mother took a sip of tea with an indifferent expression, put it down and ordered coldly, "Madame Ning, deal with these master and servant."

Without waiting for Nanny Ning to respond, she turned and left the torture room.

Cheng Jiaojiao's eyes widened in fear, and after a long while she roared, "Queen Dowager, you are a vicious old witch. Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you have an easy life. I curse you to die a miserable death..."

The empress dowager paused at the harsh words, and Nanny Ning immediately whipped Cheng Jiaojiao on the mouth.

In an instant, the skin was torn and blood was flowing.

Nanny Ning snorted coldly, "Why aren't you cursing now? You little bitch, you dare to insult the Queen Mother even when you're about to die!"

As he spoke, he walked behind the pillar and strangled Cheng Jiaojiao's neck with a whip, not letting go until she stopped struggling.

Lu Yun had already fainted from fright, and Nanny Ning strangled her to death with the same method.

……

"Miss, Miss..." Lingqiao knocked on Jiang Mengli's bedroom door hurriedly.

Jiang Mengli was busy looking at the account book at the moment. He opened the door from the side room and said, "I'm here."

This is her own little study, where she plans to look at the account books from now on.

Only then did she realize that it was almost dusk and she had been looking for so long without realizing it.

Lingqiao immediately ran over and said anxiously, "Didn't I go back to the Jiang residence? On the way back, I saw a dead body being pushed on a cart. I recognized the clothes. It's... it's Cheng Jiaojiao and her servant!"

"She was the Shangshu's legitimate daughter, and the Empress Dowager was beaten to death like that. Didn't Cheng Jia have any objections? It's unbelievable. She was still alive and kicking today, and now..."

Jiang Mengli was not too surprised when he heard this.

The ending was determined the moment the Queen Mother took her away.

"Do you think she's really Minister Cheng's daughter?" Jiang Mengli patted Lingqiao's shoulder meaningfully. "The Queen Mother won't offend powerful officials. If she wants, she can give the Prime Minister's daughter to her next time."

Lingqiao was stunned when she heard this, and nodded as if she understood.

After Jiang Mengli finished speaking, he closed the door, stretched, and decided to continue looking at the account book tomorrow.

Then she instructed Lingqiao to send dinner to Yatingyuan. She wanted to have dinner with Wen Mohan and make a jar of peach blossom wine.

Two quarters of an hour later.

There were many delicious dishes on the table in Wen Mohan's room.

Jiang Mengli opened the wine jar with a smile on his face, poured a bowl of wine for him, and then poured a bowl for himself.

"Husband, let's celebrate our victory in this round. You do it, I'll do whatever I want."

She tilted her head back and took a sip, her eyes narrowed into a line, and her brows furrowed, "Wow... Peach Blossom Wine is still delicious. I heard that this one is not intoxicating."

I've learned before that the alcohol content of alcohol in this era is low, so it's not easy to get drunk even if you drink large bowls of it.

Wen Mohan didn't drink it, but looked at her thoughtfully.

Jiang Mengli looked puzzled, "Why don't you drink? You are a man, not only do you have to drink, you have to drink from a big bowl. I drink...one bowl, you should drink three bowls."

A man has no chance unless he is drunk. Only when he is drunk can he reveal his true self.

Wen Mohan raised the corner of his mouth and sneered, "You have already written the words of evil intentions on your face, do you dare to drink?"

Is it that obvious?

She subconsciously touched her face, coughed twice, and said confidently: "Don't guess blindly, I'm just celebrating. How about we each have a bowl?"

Hehe, you can add some spiritual spring water when the person is least prepared, so that it may not be so intoxicating when you drink it.

Wen Mohan looked at her slightly flushed cheeks, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Okay, drink."

After saying that, he drank the wine in front of him.

Jiang Mengli enthusiastically poured him some wine, and seeing that he didn't eat any food, she picked some food for him, "Drinking alone without eating food will hurt your stomach, so you have to eat food, and a combination of meat and vegetables."

Wen Mohan looked at the bowl that was almost overflowing with food, seemed to be lost in thought, and did not move his chopsticks.

"Why are you just looking at me?" Jiang Mengli picked up some food and fed it to his mouth. "Be good, open your mouth and eat. It's delicious."

The sweet voice was very gentle, as if coaxing a child.

Wen Mohan looked at her, as if he saw his biological mother feeding him with a gentle smile, and he obediently opened his mouth and ate.

As he swallowed it, he couldn't help but call out, "Mom..."

In the past, when he was alone, he always called her mother instead of mother.

Jiang Mengli raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Did you fall asleep with your eyes open? If I'm romantic with you, I'll become your mother."

These words brought Wen Mohan back to reality, and his smile quickly disappeared when he saw the woman in front of him clearly.

He immediately picked up the bowl, clinked it with his cup, and then drank it all in one gulp.

After five bowls of wine, Jiang Mengli became drowsy and tilted her head to look at him with a silly smile, "Little...little guy, I must get you drunk tonight."

Wen Mohan continued to pour wine without changing his expression, and asked with a faint smile: "Really? Get me drunk and have a child with you?"

"No, no, no... burp..." Jiang Mengli denied it and tilted his head back to drink another bowl. Half of it went into his stomach and the other half soaked his clothes.

She put down the bowl and continued with a wicked smile: "I... want to seduce you to see if you are... straight, or... gay."

His cheeks were as red as a monkey's butt, and his speech was intermittent and unclear.

Phew...cough cough...

Wen Mohan spat out a mouthful of wine, choking and making his cheeks red.

Who told her she was gay?

At this moment, Jiang Mengli had already stood up shakily, his hand groping at his belt, "Tonight... I'm wearing a battle robe, the kind that's so charming... that kind."