Back to the day I married my second wife, I turned around and married my ex-husband's uncle

Everyone around was startled and looked at Qin Beihuang.

Qin Beihuang, standing there, felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, Jiang Bingde slowly walked over, "General Qin."

"Duke Jiang." Qin Beihuang was polite.

"After all, you and Ning Wan have already divorced. She is now the Princess of Chu, and you have a family. You should still keep your distance to avoid gossip."

Jiang Bingde looked displeased. "I heard that you've been going to Lingwei Army to look for Ning Wan a lot lately. Gossip has spread throughout Kyoto."

After listening to this, Qin Beihuang's eyes dimmed, "I will pay attention."

"I just took her job, and I wanted to explain it to her."

He is in urgent need of making a contribution, and Lu Lingsong is forcing him to take on this task.

Although he knew that doing so was not a good thing, he had no choice but to feel more and more sorry for Jiang Ningwan.

As soon as Jiang Ningwan left the palace, she was stopped by the carriage of the Duke's Mansion.

The servant said, "Young Miss, please wait a minute. The Duke has something to give you."

Jiang Ningwan's eyes turned cold. What good things could he have?

She just left.

Jiang Bingde quickly chased after him, "Ning Wan! Ning Wan!"

As he spoke, Jiang Bingde went to the carriage, picked up a brocade box, came to Jiang Ningwan and handed it to her.

He said solemnly, "These are some of your mother's things. I packed them out."

"I have asked His Majesty for a two-week leave. I plan to build a cenotaph for your mother. If you are willing, you can come with me."

Jiang Ningwan's heart tightened, and she opened the brocade box and took a look.

Inside were handwritten letters from her mother and handkerchiefs embroidered with flowers and words, which looked like tokens of love between her and Jiang Bingde when they were young.

She picked up an embroidered handkerchief with mandarin ducks embroidered on it, which looked like two ducks.

Jiang Bingde suddenly fell into reminiscence and said with a smile: "You and your daughter's embroidery is exactly the same. When you were a child, she insisted on making clothes for you by herself, but the clothes she made were either too short in the sleeves or couldn't be buttoned."

"I……"

Jiang Ningwan interrupted him: "That's enough, I don't really want to hear it."

"Aren't you going to build a cenotaph for my mother? You can tell her slowly over half a month. My mother will hear it if she is still alive."

Perhaps it was because she was indifferent, but when she heard Jiang Bingde recalling these things, she felt calm and unperturbed.

The only thing that makes me feel uncomfortable is seeing my mother's old things.

It’s a pity that I was reborn, but it was too late to save my mother and the others.

Jiang Bingde was slightly startled, a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes, and he sighed: "You are still blaming me."

"It's been so long, and you're still angry."

Jiang Ningwan was surprised, "So you thought I was still angry with you?"

Jiang Bingde said in a heavy tone, "You are young and impetuous. It will take some time for you to understand my situation."

"You and Xiru are both my daughters. How could I hurt you?"

"If you are willing to come back, I can write a will and all the property of the Duke's Mansion will belong to you from now on."

Jiang Bingde knew that he owed her, but he couldn't let go of his pride as a father and apologize to her.

Until Jiang Ningwan really treated him as a stranger...

"Besides, having the Duke's Mansion as your backer will also be beneficial to you."

Just then, a carriage stopped nearby and a figure jumped out of the carriage.

He walked over quickly, put his hand on Jiang Bingde's shoulder, and bumped into him, "Duke Jiang, I've heard a lot about you!"

Jiang Bingde's face froze, "Ling..."

He really couldn't bring himself to call out the word Duke.

This frivolous and dissolute young man is only in his twenties, and he has become a duke?

Ling Chaowen, addressing Jiang Bingde as if he were a brother, put his arm around his shoulder and asked, "Brother Jiang, we're both dukes, so aren't we equals? I'm not very familiar with these court positions, so please give me some pointers. I'll be grateful to you, brother!"

Jiang Ningwan almost laughed out loud, but tried her best to hold it back.

Calling him "Brother Jiang" made Jiang Bingde's face even gloomier.

I don’t know if Ling Chaowen did it on purpose or if it’s just his nature.

"The titles of Duke and Duchess are equal, regardless of their status."

"But Ling... Duke, you are still young, and Ning Wan's cousin, so please don't call me Brother Jiang."

"It's not appropriate at my age."

Ling Chaowen, however, didn't understand the meaning behind his words at all. He shouted in shock, "So what?"

"You've severed ties anyway."

"Ning Wan, you don't have to call me dad. What's wrong with me calling you Brother Jiang?"

"You and I are brothers. This has nothing to do with Ning Wan!"

As he spoke, he patted Jiang Bingde's shoulder earnestly and said, "You are already old. You should let go of the past!"

"Why don't you think more clearly than a young man like me?"

Jiang Bingde's face turned ashen.

Back then, he was so arrogant that he thought Jiang Ningwan would come back to beg him sooner or later.

After all, she is weak and alone in her enemies with the Queen and the Crown Prince, and will need the Duke's Mansion sooner or later.

But now...

A Duke of Ling appeared.

Jiang Ningwan urged, "Aren't you going to the military camp with me?"

Ling Chaowen came back to his senses and said, "Oh, it's getting late."

"Brother Jiang, let's get together again some other day!"

After saying that, he and Jiang Ning got on the carriage and drove away.

Watching their carriage gradually moving away, Jiang Bingde had a solemn expression and mixed feelings.

……

Drive to the military camp.

Looking at the soldiers who were training in the army, Jiang Ningwan said slowly: "If you want to improve your martial arts, you can choose any opponent here."

"But let me be frank: they will not show mercy."

Ling Chaowen readily agreed: "No problem!"

Seeing Ling Chaowen go find someone to spar with, Jiang Ningwan turned to look at Ren Tiankuo and asked, "Where is Zhou Jingxuan?"

"He said an old injury recurred, so he didn't come today."

Hearing this, Jiang Ningwan smiled coldly, "It seems that he doesn't dare to come."

"If he comes back again, he will be directly arrested and dealt with by military law."

"Also, keep an eye on Qin Beihuang's movements to see when they will set off for Qingfeng Mountain."

Just before noon, Ren Tiankuo came to report: "Qin Beihuang has set out, bringing with him five or six hundred people."

Hearing this, Jiang Ningwan raised the corners of her lips slightly. She didn't know what preparations Qin Beihuang had made, but it should be difficult to prepare everything in such a short time.

She slowly took out a map, which was the detailed topographic map of Qingfeng Mountain.

There are not just three or five hundred tomb robbers lurking in the mountains, but thousands of them.

"General, are there only tomb robbers in Qingfeng Mountain? Then they shouldn't be very strong." Ren Tiankuo was full of doubts.

Jiang Ningwan replied slowly, "Not only tomb robbers, but also bandits."

"This was caused by the previous flood. Many people turned to banditry. After the flood receded, traces of the ancient tombs were exposed, which gave rise to many tomb robbers."

"Gradually, these forces came together due to their own interests and settled in Qingfeng Mountain."

"There are tombs in the mountains nearby."

"Tomb robbers dig up tombs and steal treasures, and these bandits escort them and sell what they dig up in different places."

"These bandits are ruthless and have killed countless people. Once they realize they are being targeted, they will kill the pursuers and easily escape."