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Aunt Zhou put down the teacup in her hand and sighed softly, as if she was a little helpless. "The eldest lady really forgot."

Jiang Wansang: "???"

Could it be that she missed something about the original owner?

As if recalling some memories, Aunt Zhou's expression softened a bit. "My dear, do you still remember when you were eight years old and tried to escape from the ancestral hall for the first time? You were caught and spanked twenty times?"

This incident left a deep impression on the original owner. After all, it was the first time that the original owner resisted the bullying of the Jiang family. The result was that he was slapped twenty times and locked in the ancestral hall for three days and three nights without food or water.

If Zheliu hadn't secretly stuffed two steamed buns in from the rat hole in the corner of the wall, the original owner would probably have died by then.

Jiang Wansang remembered all this, but she didn't understand what it had to do with Aunt Zhou?

Seeing the confusion in her expression, Aunt Zhou didn't keep her in suspense and said, "The eldest lady sneaked out of the ancestral hall that year because she accidentally heard that Liu was planning to slander my innocence, so she ran away to inform me."

"It was because of the news from the eldest lady that I had the courage to bring the heir-killing soup to the main courtyard, which in turn earned me a peaceful and stable life for the rest of my life."

Jiang Wansang had never expected that such a thing would happen. Now that Aunt Zhou mentioned it, she carefully recalled the original owner's memories and finally remembered something vaguely.

In this world, an eight-year-old girl can already understand a lot of things, so the original owner who overheard Liu's plan knew very well what would happen to Aunt Zhou if this really happened.

In the original owner's impression, Aunt Zhou was the only person in the mansion who would greet her with a smile, and would respectfully call her "Miss" every time she saw her.

The kind-hearted original owner didn't want to see Aunt Zhou get into trouble, nor did he want to give up a living life when he could help, so he sneaked out to report the news.

However, the consequence of this incident almost caused the original owner to die, so the deepest impression it left on her was that she never dared to have any thoughts of resisting the Jiang family's punishment again, and therefore forgot the reason why she ran away in the first place.

Now that his memory has been awakened, Jiang Wansang, a bystander, has discovered something different.

"Were those two steamed buns in the rat hole put there by Concubine Zhou?"

The two steamed buns were soft, sticky and sweet. As far as the original owner could remember, she had never eaten such "good stuff" in the Prime Minister's Mansion except when she attended banquets as the "daughter of the Prime Minister". How could a maid like Zheliu get them when she was closing the ancestral hall?

The original owner thought that Zhe Liu was the only one in the entire prime minister's mansion who cared about his life or death, so he subconsciously thought that it was her who sent it, and did not ask anything.

If you think about it carefully, the original owner and Zheliu would occasionally pick up some intact steamed buns, cakes, and meat patties in the kitchen over the years. It's probably not just luck.

When this was mentioned, Aunt Zhou nodded gently, not taking any credit for it, but with a look of guilt on her face. "I am only a concubine of the second house. Everything I do under Liu's command will be watched. After all, the eldest lady belongs to the first house. I really don't dare to contact her openly..."

Jiang Wansang understood what she meant and did not blame her.

Aunt Zhou's situation in the second house was not easy. Even if she wanted to help the original owner, she was powerless and might even sacrifice herself. Occasionally helping her in secret was the greatest kindness she could do.

Jiang Wansang said nothing, but she didn't let her guard down. "Madam Zhou has always been very careful to protect herself. Why are you taking the risk of reminding me today?"

Faced with her suspicion, Concubine Zhou did not get angry and explained, "Because I can feel that the eldest lady is different now. In all the years I have been in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I have never seen the eldest wife suffer such a great loss and still dare not resist. The eldest lady has the support of Master Pei behind her. I believe that the eldest lady will not let herself fall back into the situation she was in before."

She suddenly paused, as if she had figured something out, and looked directly at the person in front of her with a calm gaze, "I believe that the young lady is a capable person. I came here today to report the news and to surrender to you and ask for your protection."

Given her current situation in the second house, as long as the Prime Minister's Mansion does not fall, she can spend the rest of her life here in peace.

But after watching everything that had happened in the Prime Minister's Residence during this period, she had a hunch that the Jiang family wouldn't remain in the imperial city forever. If anything unexpected happened, she, a dispensable concubine in the second house, would be the first to be thrown away.

She always trusted her intuition, so she thought carefully all night and made the choice today.

Jiang Wansang raised an eyebrow, her smile ambiguous, "Madam Zhou is quite frank."

Aunt Zhou smiled back without refuting.

There was silence for a while, and after finishing a cup of tea, Jiang Wansang finally spoke, "Thank you, Aunt Zhou, for the news."

She put down the teacup and looked at the person who had been standing not far away. "Jiang Yi, send Aunt Zhou back. Don't let anyone see you on the way."

She specifically reminded him of the last sentence. Although she didn't say anything else, it meant that she accepted Aunt Zhou's kindness.

Aunt Zhou understood this, stood up and bowed respectfully to Jiang Wansang before leaving with Jiang Yi.

Jiang Wansang sat in the yard, slowly brewing tea and thinking about what had just happened.

She has always been cautious. Although she believed what Aunt Zhou said, she still had doubts about her attitude.

After Jiang Yi came back, she asked him to pass a message to Jiang Er and secretly investigate who Jiang Xiaodie had been in contact with recently.

Only by finding out who is behind Jiang Xiaodie can we know the purpose of the plan of Chushi City West Inn.

But what Jiang Wansang didn't expect was that before Jiang Er could find out the news, someone came to him that night.

Jiang Wansang had already gone to bed, but suddenly she heard an unusual air fluctuation in the Sang Pavilion, and she opened her eyes almost instantly in her sleep.

Even though it has been so long since I came here, I still haven't gotten rid of the habit of light sleeping and vigilance that I developed in the apocalypse.

Jiang Wansang stood up and picked up the dagger beside the bed and held it in his hand.

This was specially prepared for herself. Although she was used to using wind blades in battle, she still had to have a visible weapon.

She walked quietly to the window and gently opened it a crack, just enough to see what was happening outside.

Then a man wrapped in black with only a pair of eyes exposed climbed over the wall into Tingsang Pavilion and hid in the darkness in the corner.

He looked around vigilantly, then slowly walked towards the room where Jiang Wansang was.

Just as he was about to approach the room, a long sword suddenly stabbed from the side, forcing him to retreat.

It’s Jiang Yi.

When he noticed someone approaching the young lady's room, he immediately drew his weapon to stop them, and each move was aimed at the vital points without any mercy.

He didn't even notice when the other party entered Tingsang Pavilion. He really didn't deserve the young lady's teachings!

With such guilt, Jiang Yi's moves became more and more fierce, and he even used the thing called "superpower" that the young lady gave them.

The man in black almost couldn't hold on, and had several wounds on his body. He was also shocked.

Why had he never heard of this simple, quick, yet direct-hitting martial art that made it impossible for people to feel any internal force fluctuations?

Just as the men in black were retreating step by step, a woman's voice suddenly rang out from the side: "Jiang Yi, stop."