I'm already dressed like a fool, what's wrong with taking the regent into the bridal chamb

Wen Qingzhi, who had her eyes closed, hesitated for a moment before answering, "If I don't hit Jiang Nian, will she not be angry?"

She opened her tightly closed eyes a little and looked at the spring rain.

"She'll be angry anyway, why can't I just vent my anger first?"

Wen Qingzhi sneered and gathered the blanket around her. "She ruined the Marquis' Mansion, which was once a good place. I didn't kill her because I thought she could be useful. What's wrong with giving her a couple of slaps to vent my anger?"

Hearing this, Chunyu paused for a moment, then his eyes were filled with admiration for Wen Qingzhi.

"That's what the girl said!"

Chunyu was furious. "Before Miss Jiang came, our house was so lively. It's only been a short time since she came, and the young lady and the young master have become estranged from you."

"This time, take the things from our Marquis Mansion and go bring honor to the Jiang family! Don't you know how deep the hatred between the Marquis Mansion and the Jiang family is?"

"How could she not know? She just wanted to take this opportunity to show off in front of the Jiang family that she has the ability to mess with the Marquis' Mansion and create some value."

"As for the Young Madam...her personality makes it difficult for her to shoulder the responsibility. Little Shitou has become increasingly difficult to discipline under their guidance in recent days. He's still young, and his temperament is still unsettled. We'll just have to observe him."

"If he can still be saved, I will teach him well in the future. If he can't be saved, the Marquis' Mansion will not be handed over to him."

After saying that, Wen Qingzhi closed her eyes again to rest.

After arriving at the place, they met the brothers Han Shuo and Han Yan as soon as they got off the carriage.

Han Yan came over and smiled, "Miss Wen, my master asked me and my brother to assist you here."

After saying that, he winked playfully at Chunyu, "Chunyu, we meet again!"

Han Yan's handsome appearance, the young man in fine clothes and riding a horse, was what pleased the little girl the most.

Seeing Han Yan winking at her, Chun Yu's cheeks immediately turned red, "Hello, Brother Han Yan."

Han Yan smiled and took the two of them over.

Han Shuo remained cold and said, "The master has already made all the arrangements. Miss Wen, please follow me and take a seat on the other side. Someone will come to donate. The reputation of the Marquis' Mansion has already spread."

Wen Qingzhi got off the carriage and her eyes fell on the porridge that was almost cooked in front of her and a row of steaming steamers on the side.

"Miss Wen, this way please."

Han Shuo raised his hand and invited her to the shed nearby. "I'm here to give alms today, so it's difficult to set up a tent. I hope you can forgive me."

"It should."

Wen Qingzhi didn't move, looking at the refugees who had been waiting in front of her for a long time. She counted them hastily, but there didn't seem to be many people.

Han Shuo noticed her gaze and said, "After the Jiang family got into trouble, they immediately blamed the Marquis' Mansion. Plus the other mansions..."

Han Shuo paused twice and continued, "So even if Zhentian Mansion and Hou Mansion were to donate together, few people would dare to come."

"Understandable."

Wen Qingzhi stood in front of the porridge. Most of the refugees in front of her were women, children and young children. They stood timidly aside, casting frightened glances over here from time to time.

"Most of them didn't go because they couldn't get their guns up there. We don't have anyone here... so we took the risk and came here."

Wen Qingzhi raised her eyebrows and laughed, "It's really risky."

She asked, "Did the person who was poisoned that day die?"

Han Shuo shook his head. "No. It's not poison, just some laxative."

For these people, laxatives are enough to kill them.

Wen Qingzhi looked at them huddled on the ground and said, "Han Yan, take Chunyu back home and tell Uncle Wang to send some straw mats over. Also, have him bring some things and build a few sheds against that wall."

"Yes."

Chunyu responded, turned around and followed Han Yan back home.

"Girl, the porridge is ready."

The cook sent by Xiao Yi spoke while stirring the pot.

"Han Shuo, call them over for dinner."

Wen Qingzhi said this, walked to the pavilion and sat down, taking the hand warmer from the servant.

Looking at the crowd opposite, seeing them shivering in the cold wind, their eyes flickering, full of desire for the food beside them.

Some people couldn't help licking their cracked lips, while others couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

A child in a woman's arms poked its head out, its tender, skinny face bearing a pair of bright eyes. The woman looked at the child in her arms with a mixture of self-blame and heartache, but still didn't dare to gamble.

Han Shuo walked up to them and said, "The previous incident was done by the Jiang family and has nothing to do with the Zhenguo Marquisate. Miss Wen is kind-hearted, and today's meal was prepared by the Marquisate and the Zhentian Prefecture together, so there won't be any mistakes."

He said, taking out his own auction to show them, "This is my badge. If anything happens, you can go to Zhentian Prefecture and report me."

After saying this, he turned back to Wen Qingzhi. Seeing that they still didn't dare to come forward, he went forward and asked someone to serve him a bowl of porridge, freshly cooked white flour buns, and a pile of pickles.

He sat in the pavilion and started eating, sipping porridge and eating steamed buns in big mouthfuls. "Delicious."

The refugees saw Han Shuo eating with relish, and looked at each other, their eyes filled with even greater desire for food.

But they still didn't dare.

After experiencing life and death, they cherished the remaining half of their lives even more. They had seen those people die from simple diarrhea.

Their screams kept lingering in our ears, and no one dared to forget them.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

The little guy said softly again.

The woman hugged him tightly, her eyes looking towards the pot of porridge.

She looked at the thin child in her arms, gritted her teeth, and staggered to the pot with him in her arms. She carefully glanced at Wen Qingzhi, then whispered, "Can you give me a bowl of porridge..."

The cook smiled and served her a bowl of thick porridge, and picked up two chopsticks of pickled vegetables. "If it's not enough, bring more. There's more."

The woman thanked him and took a bite herself.

She looked at Wen Qingzhi fearfully, fearing that her action would anger Wen Qingzhi and she would not give them food.

The woman held the child and retreated into the corner. After about a quarter of an hour, she realized that she was fine, so she felt at ease to feed the child porridge.

“Slow down, slow down!”

The child ate with big mouthfuls, and the woman fed him while swallowing her saliva and smiling.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, "Hu Zi, slow down!"

If, if she could have arrived here earlier, her little daughter might not have...

"Sister-in-law, the porridge is cold. Give the child some hot food."

A pleasant voice came from her ears. She looked up and saw an indescribably beautiful face.

At this moment, she finally got a good look at the Wen family girl's true appearance. She felt that she was as beautiful as the fairies in the picture books...

Seeing her stunned, Wen Qingzhi took the cold porridge from her hands and placed fresh porridge and steamed buns in front of her. "Your body is already damp and cold, how can a child bear to eat something cold?"