Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Lord Jiang is serving as the Grand Secretary of the Secretariat, the highest deliberative body responsible for reviewing the decrees drafted by the Chancellery. It is a busy and cautious department, and Lord Jiang is working non-stop every day, often having to bring his official duties home. He can only rest now at the very end of Hai hour (9-11 PM).

Facing the vast darkness outside, Lord Jiang had no desire to sleep. He sighed. There was a vacant position in the Ministry of Personnel, neither too important nor too minor. If the eldest son hadn't been deposed early and had passed the imperial examination, he could have been placed there now, immersed in the position for many years, climbed to a high position, and become the pillar and face of the family.

Unfortunately, the brilliant and talented eldest son, after a brief burst of brilliance, faded away like a dazzling shooting star, becoming a laughing stock.

Every time he thinks about this, Lord Jiang feels heartbroken.

As for the second and third young masters, although they can be considered somewhat talented, how can they compare to the original eldest young master? It's like the difference between stars and the sun and moon.

Lord Jiang closed his eyes. He felt that his eldest son had died long ago, and the thought of him always brought him a sense of mourning.

"Father."

A voice called out from behind.

No longer the naive boy he was before he was ten, but so familiar. Lord Jiang turned around and saw the eldest son, with disheveled hair and unkempt clothes, standing behind him.

Lord Jiang's face immediately darkened.

He glanced at the closed door again, frowning. "How did you get in?"

Jiang Shijing pointed to the back window of the room and said mysteriously, "I sneaked in from there."

"Why are you here so late at night instead of sleeping? Haven't I told you to cultivate your mind and read more books? It's fine if you don't come to pay your respects to me."

Lord Jiang felt his mind was in complete turmoil, and with a flick of his sleeve, he said, "Get out."

He took two steps, and Jiang Shijing blocked his way, raising something from his arms like a treasure.

"My second brother gave me some fine wine, saying it came from the Western Regions and is very delicious. I was reluctant to drink it and thought of offering it to Father. However, my second brother only allowed me to drink it and not to give it to anyone else. I was afraid of being seen, so I sneaked in."

Jiang Shijing's face was filled with sincerity and persistence, which made Lord Jiang pause for a moment and soften his heart slightly.

Yes, my eldest son became mentally unstable after he turned ten, but he wasn't a bad person. He had an innate compassion for even a stray cat or an ant.

In particular, she still cared about him, her father—

This shows that filial piety is deeply ingrained in his bones.

However, the second and third young masters usually kept their distance from Jiang Shijing, as if he were a plague god. But now they were using such a fine jade bottle that he had given them to fill with fine wine, which surprised Lord Jiang.

He had also heard that the three young masters had been getting closer recently. Could it be that the second and third young masters had grown up and no longer disliked their crazy older brother?

Thinking about it this way, Lord Jiang felt somewhat relieved, knowing that his eldest son would receive some care in the future and wouldn't be left alone and helpless after his parents passed away.

"I appreciate your concern, but you must listen to your father, cooperate with the doctor's treatment, and try your best to get better."

"I don't expect perfection, but at least they should resemble normal people."

As he spoke, Lord Jiang took the jade bottle.

Jiang Shijing probably thought he had it firmly in his grasp, so he loosened his grip as soon as he took it.

With a crisp sound, the jade bottle shattered in two on the ground, releasing a strong aroma of wine.

"Ouch, it's broken!" Jiang Shijing cried out, then covered his face.

"Waaah, this was given to me by my second brother, and I want to give it to my father too."

Lord Jiang felt a deep sense of regret; his son was mad and unreliable.

A bottle carved from a large, intact piece of jade is truly a rare find.

The second young master pleaded with him for a long time before he finally agreed to see him off.

Just as he was about to get angry, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

That was the wine that had been spilled on the ground, producing tiny, bluish bubbles.

Lord Jiang's eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his blood seemed to cool down.

He immediately grabbed Jiang Shijing by the collar, pulled him over to look at him, and said angrily, "What's wrong with this wine? Did you put something in it?"

"No, I don't have any. It was my second brother who gave it to me. He said it was delicious, but I couldn't bear to drink it, so I brought it to Father."

At the time, he took a sip to gain the second young master's trust, but spat it out after the second young master left.

With a stern face, Lord Jiang released Jiang Shijing.

He hurriedly stepped out of the room and instructed the people outside, "Bring the physician from the prefecture, but don't disturb anyone else."

Qiao Lian'er squatted to the side and added some things to the remaining wine in the bottle and the wine that had spilled on the ground.

They need to throw in some bombshells.

It has to be said that Jiang Shijing regained his senses, saving her a lot of trouble.

To accomplish something, it's much easier if all parties work together and form a tacit understanding where timing, location, and people are all in harmony.

Lord Jiang paced back and forth in the main hall, his expression dark and uncertain.

Jiang Shijin also squatted on the ground, observing the drinks. Compared to his earlier act of feigning madness, his expression was very calm, with a sharp glint in his eyes. His messy hair hung down, obscuring his expression.

Seemingly having discovered something, a slight change appeared on his face, a look of disbelief on his face, as he glanced around.

He had actually tested the wine in the jade bottle with poison in his own room. He poured half a handful on the floor and observed the reaction for a quarter of an hour.

But the spilled wine is not only bluish, but also faintly tinged with black, which is clearly an even worse omen.

He remembered that he always carried this jade bottle with him and no one else had ever touched it.

Jiang Shijing suddenly laughed, looked up at the sky, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and uttered a sentence.

"Even Heaven is helping me."

Qiao Lian'er said quietly, "I am not the heavens, helping you is just helping my family."

The imperial physician arrived, and Lord Jiang led him to the study.

Seeing Jiang Shijing sitting on the ground, dipping his finger in the wine and examining it curiously, as if he was about to put it in his mouth.

Lord Jiang was shocked and slapped down with his hand: "Go away, get out of here, you madman, you really are a madman."

He then instructed the doctor, "Quickly examine this wine."

The doctor examined her thoroughly. He first tested for poison with a silver needle, and then used various medicinal herbs, powders, and alcohol to assess the effects. His expression grew increasingly serious.

"I wonder where Lord Jiang obtained this wine from."

"You don't need to ask that. Just tell me what's going on with this wine."

The doctor took a deep breath: "Two poisons were added to the wine. One can worsen epilepsy and turn someone into a senile person, while the other can cause intestinal perforation and sudden death within ten days."