The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Outside the study, Sang Wan stopped.

Yunque was holding the medicine, puzzled: "Grandma, why don't you go in?"

Sang Wan looked back and smiled slightly: "I just remembered that I have some unfinished business. Please send it in to the prince. Don't tell anyone that I was here."

Yunque was confused: "Yes."

In the study, Pei Jinzhi and Baili Xi saw Yunque and stopped talking.

For no reason, Pei Jinzhi's heart tightened, and his eyes swept over Yun Que to find Sang Wan's shadow.

Seeing that no one followed him in, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Where's your grandmother?"

Yu Que lowered her head and replied, "Grandma has something to do, and she has asked this servant to prepare medicine for you."

"What is your grandmother busy with?" Baili Xi was very curious.

He hasn't met Sang Wan every time he comes here recently, and he misses her a little.

Pei Jinzhi frowned and waved at Yun Que, "You can go down."

Baili Xi's tongue stuck to his cheek, his face full of mischief: "Everyone in the mansion calls her Grandma. Wenruo, you can't be serious about her, right? But I heard from Ah Wan that you promised to give her the divorce papers and let her go."

"What did you call her?" Pei Jinzhi's face darkened.

"Ah Wan, if I hadn't thought about you two not getting divorced yet, I would have wanted to call her Wan'er."

There was a strong hint of jealousy in Baili Xi's words, and Pei Jinzhi really couldn't pretend nothing happened.

He drank the medicine, raised his lips and said sarcastically, "Why are you jealous? She has a lover, a scholar. Even if she wants to leave, it's not with you."

"Is this really true? Where did this scholar come from? Tell me in detail." Baili Xi felt even more uncomfortable.

Pei Jinzhi seemed to be in an even more depressed mood than him: "Get out of here, I'm tired."

*

There were a few loud thunders and heavy rain fell at night.

The drizzle of rain hit the windows and steps, like a flowing stream, stretching endlessly.

That night, Sang Wan was half asleep and half awake. In her dream, Pei Jinzhi held her tightly. He bit her wantonly and passionately, calling Xiao Yue's name.

She was very angry and pushed him away in her dream. When she woke up, she was half covered in cold sweat and her clothes were soaked.

"Grandma, did you have a nightmare?" Yunque handed her a glass of water with warmth.

Sang Wan raised her eyebrows, and Yunque smiled and said, "You were talking in your sleep. You were yelling for someone to go away in your dream. You were very angry."

Sang Wan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and laughed at herself lightly: "Yeah, I dreamed about someone I shouldn't have dreamed about."

"It must be that your uncle has been coming to your house every day these past few days, and it's annoying you." Yunque took the empty cup and refilled her water. "He's so persistent and throwing a tantrum. If the mistress saw him, she would definitely say something unpleasant again."

"Don't give him any coins, and let him make trouble."

Sang Wan was really angry and drank all the water in one gulp.

Ever since Sang Daqing knew that she was Pei Jinzhi's bride, he felt like he had found a money tree. He followed the maid to the corner gate all day long, waiting for Sang Wan to ask for money.

The maid was Madam Cheng in disguise. Sang Wan didn't dare to yell at Sang Daqing for fear of attracting the attention of Li Jiu and the others.

Madam Cheng's patience was running out, she knew that time was running out.

"Grandma, the prince is calling you to the main hall." Someone was knocking on the door outside.

Sang Wan glanced at Yunque and went to open the door.

The maid outside the door bowed her head and said, "Doctor Fei passed away last night. The prince wants you to go."

Sang Wan's heart paused, a little bit unbelieving: "The court doctor was going to leave for the countryside in a few days, how could he suddenly pass away? And where is Sister Qinghe?"

"He said he had a sudden heart attack, but I don't know the details."

Sang Wan put on his outer robe and immediately went to the front hall.

Qinghe was wearing plain clothes and was kneeling on the ground sobbing.

Madam Pei and Pei Jin sat at the head of the table, while the Kang family and their ilk sat to the side.

Seeing her coming, Madam Pei gestured for her to sit down: "Wan'er, you are now in charge of the household affairs. Doctor Fei has been in our house for more than ten years. He is like one of our own relatives. His funeral affairs will naturally be handled by us."

Qing He kowtowed with tears in her eyes: "Thank you, Madam, and thank you, Young Master."

"Good boy, get up quickly." Mrs. Pei's eyes were full of pity.

Sang Wan helped Qing He up and sat down together. Seeing her red and swollen eyes, she felt distressed. She took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears again: "Sister Qing He, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences."

"Thank you... Grandma." Qinghe burst into tears again.

Madam Pei looked at Pei Jinzhi and discussed:

"Old Fei only has this niece. Now that he's gone, how can Qinghe go back to the countryside all alone? I think she should stay at the Pei Mansion. If the women have a headache or a fever, they don't need to go out to see a doctor. Jinzhi, what do you think?"

Pei Jinzhi nodded: "I'll listen to grandma in everything."

Kang, with a sallow face, interrupted:

"Qinghe is always considerate and has good medical skills. I've been sick these days, and none of the other people who have taken care of me are as considerate as Qinghe."

"Okay, that's settled."

Mrs. Pei spoke, and Qinghe kowtowed again to express her gratitude.

After everyone left, Sang Wan took Qinghe's hand and found that her hand was extremely cold.

"I saw Doctor Fei a few days ago and he was fine. How come..."

Qing He's eyes were red and swollen. "My uncle is old and has some old illnesses. Plus, the fact that the prince was in a coma a few days ago was quite a shock to him. He fell asleep last night and... hasn't woken up yet..."

"Oh!" Sang Wan sighed. Doctor Fei was originally an imperial physician from the palace, so it was inevitable that he was arrogant.

"Don't cry, sister. I will make sure Mr. Fei's funeral is properly and gloriously arranged."

"Thank you! Thank you, grandma!"

Qinghe hugged her and couldn't help crying.

*

After comforting everyone, Sang Wan went to deal with the funeral of Doctor Fei. It was already late at night when he returned to Zhaoyun Courtyard.

Pei Jinzhi was actually standing in the corridor waiting for her, his face pale from the wind, it seemed that he had been standing there for a long time.

The long corridor moves like a dragon, disappearing into the dark night; two lanterns are hung at both ends of the corridor, swaying gently in the breeze.

The dim light of the lantern flickered, reflecting on his face, making his features more angular, handsome and bright.

Sang Wan looked at him, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar; she wanted to get closer, but there was an invisible person between them.

"Prince, why haven't you rested yet?" She bowed.

Pei Jinzhi was slightly startled, feeling uncomfortable with her politeness and manners. "You've been busy lately, and it seems like we haven't spoken for a long time."

Sang Wan lifted the hair beside her ear and smiled faintly: "You are busy too. Mother Sun helps with all the affairs in the mansion. I dare not bother you."

Since she didn't come forward, Pei Jinzhi simply walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back and approached her step by step.

A tall figure, wrapped in the autumn night wind, rushed over: "You speak very strangely today."

Sang Wan instinctively stepped back: "No wonder, I'm just a little tired."

Pei Jinzhi lowered his head, but Sang Wan avoided his gaze and lowered her head; he could only look at her black hair and could not see her face clearly.

He reached out to touch her head, but Sang Wan took a step back as if in response to stress.

Pei Jinzhi's big hand stopped in mid-air, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Are you mad at me?" Why? He didn't do anything.

Ah, it must be because he did nothing and she was angry.

"I've been a bit busy lately. I've been inspecting several farms outside, and also..." Pei Jinzhi hurriedly explained.

"I'm not angry." Sang Wan raised her eyes again, her expression returning to normal: "I'm just tired."

Thousands of words were stuck in his chest. Pei Jinzhi thought of the funeral of Doctor Fei and stroked her head: "Go and rest."

This time Sang Wan didn't avoid him. Instead, he bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."

The cicadas were chirping loudly, making Pei Jinzhi even more agitated.

There seemed to be a fire in my heart, which was silently extinguished; the weak flame was about to go out, but it was as if it was poured with oil, and it suddenly shot up higher.

"Ajiu, why is she unhappy?"

Li Jiu leaned against the dark corner and raised his eyebrows:

"Master, the eldest grandmother must be tired. You see, there are so many things to do in such a huge inner house. It's her first time in charge of the household, so she must be exhausted."

These words made Pei Jinzhi feel better.

"Tomorrow, tell the kitchen to make more of her favorite dishes."

"Yes." Li Jiu was about to leave when Pei Jinzhi called him back:

"Oh, by the way, the new jewelry and clothes that have arrived at Baoyue Tower will all be delivered tomorrow."